Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 199 of 214
In the bitter cold of the third nine-day period, these men were freezing outside for the sake of the jewelry company's safety. Yang Duoran felt he ought to show them some concern.
"Only doing our duty, Brother Yang," said the lead man in black. Clearly he had some vague inkling of Yang Juehuan's status, and being praised by Yang Juehuan seemed to delight him enormously.
"What's your name?" Yang Yanchuan asked.
"Yang Guolong," the man in black said.
"Same surname as me. Keep up the good work—I won't treat my brothers badly." Yang Ce patted Yang Guolong on the shoulder.
"Yes, Brother Yang!" Yang Guolong answered hastily, his eyes full of excitement.
At this moment, Yang Ce set off towering waves in Zheng Zetao's heart. He now truly believed that Yang Ce was no ordinary man—but he also began to worry. It seemed Yang Juehuan's strength was by no means weak.
"Over there—those are our brothers too?" Yang Ce asked, glancing at the men in black pacing back and forth in every direction.
"Yes, all sent by Brother Bao to protect the company," Yang Guolong replied.
"So many people—there's no need." Yang Ce thought for a moment. "How about this: let some of the brothers go rest first."
"Brother Yang, how can we do that? The company's security comes first!" Yang Guolong said.
"If they go rest, they can still rush back in time if something happens. Have them keep their walkie-talkies on them at all times, and reinforce immediately at the first sign of trouble." Yang Ce instructed, "Rotate shifts like this, and no one gets too exhausted. Agreed?"
"But—" Yang Guolong knew Yang Yanzhou was right, but Brother Bao's earlier order had been for everyone to stand ready and not slack off.
"What is it? Some difficulty?" Yang Ce glanced up at Yang Guolong, then said, "Is it Baolin?"
"Yes. Brother Bao instructed us to stand fully on guard," Yang Guolong said.
"Didn't Baolin tell you that once you're here, you follow my arrangements?" Yang Ce's voice turned sharp.
"Yes, Brother Yang. I know what to do now." Yang Guolong said repeatedly, "Brother Yang, on behalf of the brothers, thank you."
"It's I who should thank you. What you're protecting now isn't even my company yet." Yang Ce waved his hand and smiled.
Li Dadong did not know who this "Brother Bao," Baolin, was supposed to be, so he felt nothing in particular. But Zheng Zetao was different. His brother ran a luxury bathhouse and often came into contact with underworld affairs, so the name "Baolin" was thunder in his ears.
So Zheng Zetao was instantly stunned. If this Baolin they spoke of was that Baolin, then crushing him would be the work of minutes.
After Yang Guolong left, Zheng Zetao crept trembling to Yang Juehuan's side and said in a low voice, "Brother—Brother Yang, the Baolin, Brother Bao, you just mentioned—is that the—the Brother Bao?"
Yang Ce looked at Zheng Zetao's expression and smiled. "Probably the one you're thinking of. Nightless Sky's."
"Ah—" Though he had already braced himself, Zheng Zetao was still frightened badly. A big shot like Baolin—when would he ever have had the chance to come near such a person? Still, after the shock, he hurriedly said, "Brother Yang, you're right. I drank too much horse piss earlier and was a bit muddled. Just now, in Brother Yang's BMW, the little breeze outside sobered me right up. If I said anything improper, Brother Yang, please just treat it as me farting."
"I don't think I opened the windows, did I? I remember I had the heater on," Yang Hengye said.
"Same thing, same thing! Southeast wind or northwest wind, so long as it wakes me up, it's a good wind!" Zheng Zetao said.
"All right, I know what's on your mind—you're afraid I'll hold a grudge and take revenge, right?" Yang Ce glanced at Zheng Zetao.
"Heh heh—" Having his thoughts laid bare, Zheng Zetao gave a dry laugh.