Chapter 16 (1/2)

In the record player, there is a record of the Peking Opera.

Luo Fusheng had already fallen asleep on the sofa, but he gradually frowned and seemed to be having a nightmare.

In the dream, Luo Fusheng, who was still in his childhood, ran in a foggy reed.

He gasped and lost.

Suddenly he heard a gunshot and rushed into the reed and dared not come out.

He saw a hand with a pistol.

Then he vaguely saw the face of a woman with blood. The woman is carrying a little girl who can’t see her face.

He also saw another little girl in a small dress in the corner, helpinglessly crying.

The cry became the only sound in the entire black and white picture.

He has done this dream many times, whenever he wants to go closer and see who is holding the gun in the reed. When the little girl in the woman’s arms is, he will suddenly wake up.

But today’s dream appeared a little different, because the little girl in the woman’s arms spoke.

He heard the deafening cry, the little girl’s reciprocating sound.

She is saying: Save me, save me, save me…

Something flashed across her neck, very bright and dazzling.

Luo Fusheng woke up, sweating all over, and the record player was still holding the singer of Tian Ying. He sighed, closed his eyes and wanted to sleep but couldn’t sleep.

Luo Cheng pushed the door of the suite. Just stepping in one step is like suddenly thinking of something, quit and knock on the door. Cautiously shouted: “Son brother.”

Luo Fusheng sat down and thought about whether it was time to change the door lock. “what’s up?”

“Hong Ye is looking for you!”

Luo Fusheng immediately climbed up and prepared to return to the Hong family. Just thinking about something from the door, I pulled back a piece of paper from the drawer and stuffed it into my arms. This is going out.

Hong Zhengyi’s sphere of influence in Shanghai is very large and he is not involved. The vast majority of the business of the dance hall and the dock was allocated to Luo Fusheng. It is also considered that the employer is not suspicious. He has never asked the profit and loss of the dance hall and the dock.

But the big guys know that Hong Bang’s most profitable casino and smokehouse business, Hong Zhengyi still clings to his own hands.

When Luo Fusheng returned home, Hong Ye was sitting in the main hall drinking tea.

Luo Fu was born, and he bowed his head with a bow. “The righteous father.”