Chapter 556: Heart has

The premiere of Feng's "A Line of Vitality" was held on the sixth floor of the theater, while the theater set by Xiao Liu for Feng Zhongliang was in the VIP room on the fifth floor.
When the elevator door opened, the staff guarding the elevator door smiled and saluted, and the VIP room on the fifth floor was full.
In a short period of time, layer after layer of sweat permeated from Xiao Liu's forehead. The moment he got out of the elevator, when he was about to take out his veil and wipe his face, he could see that he was standing not far from the elevator door. The Jiang is far away.
Xiao Liu was stunned subconsciously, he instinctively put on a defensive look and blocked Feng Zhongliang behind him.
Among a group of young men and women with fresh faces and well-dressed, Jiang Zhiyuan seemed a little out of place.
He is not stylishly dressed. The white-washed gray coat on his body has been shaved at the neckline and cuff corners. From the style and appearance, it can be seen that this coat has been around for some years.
Even if he is unusually tall and handsome, many men and women who come and go pass by him involuntarily showing a bit of contempt.
But he stood there calmly, blocking those gazes from all directions out of his world with an alienated and indifferent expression, as if everything around him had little to do with him.
When he saw Feng Zhongliang and Xiao Liu, he was still leaning on the charger's pole and took a corner.
Not far away, a couple of men and women looked at the interface of the mobile phone charger here and muttered, but no one dared to come over. The instinct of human beings to seek good fortune and avoid evil makes Jiang Zhiyuan not easy to provoke.
He looked at Feng Zhongliang in this way, and there was no Xiao Liu in his eyes. After a while, Feng Zhongliang smiled and pushed away Xiao Liu who was in front of him.
"Master..."
Xiao Liu was a little anxious, but Feng Zhongliang said lightly:
"Find a place to kill the time yourself and leave me alone."
"How can it work?" Xiao Liu was anxious, Feng Zhongliang shook his head and walked in the direction of Jiang Zhiyuan with a cane. The two were separated by a distance of five or six meters. He didn't want Xiao Liu to help him and walked ten times. Only a few steps.
Xiao Liu Yibu also tended to follow him, Feng Zhongliang ignored him, just looked at Jiang Zhiyuan:
"It's been a long time."
The two knew each other's existence. Feng Zhongliang knew that Xiao Liu was chasing Jiang Zhiyuan, and Jiang Zhiyuan also knew that Feng's people were staring at him. The last time they met, "Devil" was released.
But in Feng Zhongliang's heart, that meeting was not counted. The two met but didn't even say anything.
"The last time I spoke to you face to face like this was more than 20 years ago."
Jiang Zhiyuan nodded. When the two dealt with each other more than 20 years ago, he was still in the prime of life, his ambition was shattered, and he was Feng Zhongliang's prisoner.
Feng Zhongliang was also very young that year. He founded Zhongnan Industrial in one hand. He was called "Uncle Liang" in Hong Kong, and he was very aggressive.
Now that he is old, he needs help even to walk.
"Find a quiet place to talk."
Both of them are not young anymore, and they are particularly eye-catching in the cinema.
Most of the people who can book a movie theater in the VIP room on the fifth floor are either rich or expensive, and they will inevitably meet someone who knows Feng Zhongliang.
He made such a suggestion and told Xiao Liu to let people open the door of the fixed theater, and Jiang Zhiyuan entered the theater.
This VIP room was not big, and Feng Zhongliang drove away the worried Xiao Liu before he looked at Jiang Zhiyuan.
"Smoker?"
Feng Zhongliang took out a box of cigarettes, took out one, and handed it to Jiang Zhiyuan. He naturally reached out and took it.
He was more silent at this time than he was 20 years ago. The imprints that time left on him are obvious. After he was released from prison, the heavy physical work made his hands covered with calluses. Feng Zhongliang noticed that his tiger’s mouth was in position. A white, hideous scar, winding straight down, almost peeled off the thumb and four fingers of his left hand.
He took out a box of matches from his pocket, lit the cigarette, and took a deep breath:
"Good smoke."
In the smoke, he saw Feng Zhongliang's gaze and stretched out his left hand to let Feng Zhongliang see more clearly.
"The year I was in jail, I almost got my thumb off."
When he said this, he made an understatement, but from the scar, it can be seen that the situation at the time was far more dangerous than his calm tone at this time.
"Finally, did they stop?"
Feng Zhongliang asked, Jiang Zhiyuan smiled and nodded:
"Yes."
In fact, Feng Zhongliang knew in his heart that there was no such peace in the prison that he said. How could he finally stop if he wanted to tear off his thumb?
This incident was recorded in the information about Jiang Zhiyuan that Xiao Liu checked later.
They almost tore off his thumb, but he took a sharpened toothbrush and punched a hole in his throat.
A beast lived in Jiang Zhiyuan's heart.
"With your skill, it is not difficult to find a good job now." Feng Zhongliang watched as he took out a crumpled piece of paper from his bag, put the lighted matchstick into the paper, and even the soot was shaken in. , This kind of action is not that he is too particular and unwilling to litter the garbage, it is clearly that he has carved into his bones a cautious habit, leaving no clue that he has been here.
He vaguely remembered ~EbookFREE.me~ when he saw Jiang Zhiyuan in the previous lobby, this person seemed to stand at random, but actually stood in a blind corner of the surveillance. Feng Zhongliang speculated that he might not even be able to sit in the elevator. Change to a safe passage and go upstairs.
Maybe he came out tonight, except for the impression of people who have seen him, I'm afraid he won't be able to leave any trace of his visit.
This should have something to do with the habit he left behind when he kidnapped Feng Nan but failed, but the ability to turn this caution into a habit lasted for more than 20 years, which shows the terrifying part of Jiang Zhiyuan's character.
"When you were released from prison, many people in Hong Kong should have thrown olive branches at you."
He has a good skill. After many years in prison, many wicked people dare not provoke him. The dark can eat well and naturally attract the attention of many rich people.
Rich people need bodyguards to follow, and characters like Jiang Zhiyuan are really good choices.
However, he refused, and returned to the imperial capital alone. What kind of work was not good, and he chose hard work with little money.
Jiang Zhiyuan smiled again, without speaking, Feng Zhongliang said again:
"I remember, Xiao Liu mentioned that there was one million bid in the black market boxing match in Hong Kong at that time. Would you please play against Lewis?"
Feng Zhongliang has heard of Hong Kong's black market boxing, but he is not interested in these so-called "entertainments", but he can roughly imagine the thrills that have attracted a group of wealthy people to pay for their bets.
"money?"
Jiang Zhiyuan asked. Feng Zhongliang watched him shake the ashes off slowly, his eyes followed his hand and fell on his already-shaven cuffs:
"Yes, money." He smiled:
"With money, you can buy cigarettes, buy clothes, and decorate you with a high-sounding appearance, no one will care about your past," he paused for a moment:
"You kidnapped Feng Nan back then for money? Why did you refuse?"