The breeze blew the willow trees outside the window, making a bleak sound, but it seemed more lonely than silence. In the summer breeze, Qiao Zhonghe raised his head and looked at Yang Wei, and said with great sincerity: "If you don't die, why are you alive?"

Qiao Zhonghe thought that in the past few years, he had seen through the changes in human nature and the changes in the world. He grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, but in the most beautiful period of youth in his life, he encountered great changes in his family circumstances.

After graduating from Southeast University, he was originally prepared to flex his muscles and start a career, but in the blink of an eye, everything he once owned was lost. His father died with hatred, his brothers betrayed each other, and his old friends left, and Qiao Zhonghe changed in the blink of an eye.

He had nothing. And the most terrifying thing was that the following experience made him realize how difficult and desolate it was to live. In order to survive, he even put aside his remaining dignity and pride and fought for a meal.

Begging and begging, living like a dog.

It would be fine if he had never owned anything before, but Qiao Zhonghe was not like that. Every time he woke up from the old dream, he felt extremely painful. Everything turned into hatred and hatred, and he became Qiao Zhonghe.

The only meaning of survival.

In fact, as Yang Wei said, Qiao Zhonghe had long known that his actions would arouse the dissatisfaction of other merchants, and he was alone. It would be a matter of time before they took action against him, but even so, he still had to complete what he should do.

What you have to do cannot be done without doing it. Quenching Blood Mountains and Rivers 89

Just as Yang Wei was about to speak, he was interrupted by Qiao Zhonghe. He said in a deep voice: "Commander Yang, you don't have to persuade me anymore. Everyone's fate is destined by God. I should have died long ago, and now I can live happily."

Maybe it’s my father’s spirit in heaven that helps me avenge my father, and I won’t have any desire to do it after this is done.”

Yang Wei knew that at this point, there was nothing he could say to make Qiao Zhonghe feel relieved. He sighed and said helplessly, "What if I have to lose my life because of this?"

There was no trace of emotion on Qiao Zhonghe's scarred face, and he said calmly: "If you're still alive, keep doing it. If you're dead, you're dead."

There is nothing more sad than heartbreak. This sentence could not be more apt for Qiao Zhonghe at this time. Yang Wei felt sorry for his misfortune but also angry at him. More importantly, he felt sorry for Qiao Zhonghe, who did not distinguish between domestic and foreign families.

He was disgusted by this practice, and he said angrily: "It doesn't matter whether you live or die, but what about other people? What about those merchants, their lives and lives?"

Hearing this, a cold and almost cruel smile appeared on Qiao Zhonghe's face. This was Yang Wei's first expression besides being expressionless since he met Qiao Zhonghe. Qiao Zhonghe smiled coldly.

Said: "Their life and death? When they killed my father, did they think about our life and death? I just retaliated with a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye."

Yang Wei clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said: "If this is a matter between you and other merchants, I will never interfere, but since it concerns the Japanese, I can't watch them profit."

Qiao Zhonghe turned his head and looked at Yang Wei, and said calmly: "It has nothing to do with me who makes the profit, as long as the person who caused my family to die gets retribution."

No matter how much he tried to persuade him, Qiao Zhonghe was still stubborn. Yang Wei's lips were parched and his tongue was wet with what he said, and he left Qiao Zhonghe angrily and left.

Qiao Zhonghe looked at Yang Wei's back and said as calmly as water: "I'm afraid I can't pay back the money for the medicine to Commander Yang. Qiao is really helpless, so he is in a hurry to be discharged from the hospital."

When Yang Wei heard this, he was filled with anger. He glared and said furiously: "The Japanese give you so much money to collect silk. Will you have no money to pay for medical expenses?"

Qiao Zhonghe shook his head in confusion and said: "They didn't give me any money. I can only get the payment when I collect the silk and hand it over to them."

Yang Wei was stunned for a moment and said with confusion: "Then where do you get the money to pay the silkworm farmers?"

Qiao Zhonghe said angrily: "The boss of Hutchison Bank is a close friend of my father's. The money was temporarily borrowed from him. The bosses of other merchants did not know about it. This matter also angered Boss He. Waiting for the money

I'm afraid we won't have any more contact with you after I return it, so I ask Commander Yang to keep my mouth shut."

Yang Wei stared at Qiao Zhonghe with dumbfounded eyes, as if he were looking at a madman.

In Yang Wei's view, Qiao Zhonghe is indeed crazy. It seems that after he and the Japanese discussed the price and countermeasures for the monopoly, the Japanese did not even mention providing him with funds, but Qiao Zhonghe actually dared to borrow money.

Doing this kind of thing is really too risky. With the Japanese's almost zero credibility, turning against them and denying them is something that can happen at any time. When the time comes, the silk will be pressed into Qiao Zhonghe's hands, and he will not be able to pay back the debt.

It is destined to be a dead end.

But that's right, Yang Wei forgot that Qiao Zhonghe was not afraid of death at all.

Looking at Qiao Zhonghe like this, Yang Wei couldn't help laughing and said sarcastically: "Qiao Zhonghe, Qiao Zhonghe, if you really have it, how dare you guarantee that the Japanese will definitely buy your silk? If they don't

If you buy it, who will you sell the silk you collected at three times the price? It doesn't matter if you die, but who will be responsible for cheating Hutchison Bank of so much money?"

Qiao Zhonghe lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers. It can be seen that the entanglement in his heart was no less than that of Yang Wei, but things had already happened and Qiao Zhonghe could not undo it. Now he only hoped that the Japanese could buy the silk in Qiao Zhonghe's hands.

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Yang Wei thought for a long time, and suddenly an idea flashed in his head, and he quickly said: "I heard that Hangzhou's silk production has very strict requirements on the time of silk production, right?" Tempering Blood Mountains and Rivers 89

Qiao Zhonghe nodded in response and said: "Yes, if the seasonal silk is not made into silk before it enters the plum season, it will be useless. The spun silk will be greatly reduced in luster and brightness, and will not be sold at a high price at all."

Yang Wei smiled proudly and said: "Okay, after you are discharged from the hospital, contact the Japanese and ask them to buy the silk in your hands first. The most important thing is to get out of this muddy water quickly."

Qiao Zhonghe remained silent and returned to his aloof attitude. Yang Wei had no choice but to go to Bai Lu to discuss countermeasures. He believed that based on his relationship with Bai Lu, even if Qiao Zhonghe

He refused to listen to Bai Lu's advice, and Bai Lu's character would never leave him alone.

After leaving Tieniu to take care of Qiao Zhonghe, Yang Wei hurriedly found Bai Lu and sat on the second floor of the teahouse. Yang Wei told Bai Lu everything that Qiao Zhonghe had done without leaking anything.

Yang Wei tasted the newly picked Longjing and said with a little pride: "I have long said that Qiao Zhonghe would get into trouble by doing this. Now trouble is coming."

Bai Lu ignored Yang Wei's complacency. After listening to Yang Wei's words, Bai Lu kept lowering her eyes and thinking. After a while, Bai Lu raised her head and looked at Yang Wei.

Bai Lu's face rarely showed a kind of softness unique to women. That expression made Yang Wei stunned for a while. He even thought that the person in front of him was not the strong and overbearing Bai Lu in the past. All he could see was her eyebrows.
Chapter completed!