Volume 3 Summer Rain Chapter 0333 Go to your grave and dance
"Boss, there's an urgent call from Xiangkeng."
After dinner, Nan Yi made a cup of tea and was sitting in the pavilion outside to enjoy the cool breeze when the school beauty hurried over and handed him the microphone.
When Nan Yi heard this, he quickly took the microphone and said, "I am Nan Yi."
"Nansheng, the old lady's convoy was attacked just now, and the old lady's wrist was slightly scratched."
"Did the other party fire a gun?"
“It moved.”
"How many people?"
"Three."
“How many are left?”
"One escaped, and the remaining one was dead and the other injured."
"The one who is not dead cannot die, do you understand?" Nan Yi said coldly.
"clear."
"Grandma was the only one in the car at that time?"
"There is another guest, Wu Zaisheng, who is from London."
"London... " Nan Yi pondered for a while and asked, "Did the police take over?"
"Yes."
"O or CID?"
"CID."
"Find the inspector and sergeant in charge of this case. I hope they can investigate the case carefully. Also, send someone to the hospital to protect the injured person."
"yes."
Click, Nan Yi hung up the phone, called Xiang Xun again, and left a few numbers.
After handing the microphone back to the school beauty, Nan Yi fell into deep thought.
"Chen Songqing and the families of those gangsters in Chinatown." People who had grudges against him quickly emerged in Nan Yi's mind, and then he quickly eliminated them.
Chen Songqing can hardly protect himself, and seeking revenge on his grandmother now will not help him at all. In his previous life, Jianing's case was ultimately left unresolved and he didn't need to go to jail, so he didn't have that much hatred towards Nan Yi and Fang Mengyin.
If it was the families of those thugs in Chinatown, the first place to be attacked would most likely be the Columbus Apartments in New York. And according to the colonel, the organization he was looking for was quite powerful and was not something that the forces in Chinatown could afford to provoke.
After getting rid of these two enemies, Nan Yi couldn’t think of a third one.
If that's the case, it may not be aimed at Fang Mengyin and Nan Yi, but it may be aimed at Wu Zaisheng.
Thinking of Wu Zaisheng, the list of Wu family members came to Nan Yi's mind.
"Is it Wu Fuye who wants to kill his nephew, or is it his cousin's doing? Or... is it Wu Zaisheng's trick to inflict pain on himself?"
Nan Yi thought about it, his face became very gloomy, "The flames of the battle for succession have actually burned to my head. No matter which Wu is responsible, as long as it is the surname Wu, I will uproot the Wu family and let you rob and seize it. I will dance on your grave and sing "Borrow Another Five Hundred Years from Heaven"."
Tap, tap, tap. Nan Yi knocked on the stone table in the pavilion. "If he is really from the Wu family, then he can't act rashly. The Wu family has been developing in London for more than a hundred years. Even a rotten ship has three thousand nails.
The noblewoman Katherine Boleyn I met last time must be in a state of panic now. Don't worry, Brother Adam will come to rescue you soon. Let me lend you my strong arms to lean on."
Since Fang Mengyin's injuries were not serious, Nan Yi didn't need to rush to Xiangkeng to visit her.
After receiving the news from Nan Yi, Ghost has already taken action to investigate the background of the three attackers; on the Peace Dove side, the colonel has already rushed to London with a dozen team members. The team members were drawn from various teams, all from the Eagle Country's special forces.
They are familiar with London, which will make things easier for them.
On the morning of the 14th, it was drizzling. Nan Yi put on a raincoat in the living room, took out five dice and threw them into a bowl. The total of the five dice was "11". Nan Yi ran into the garden from the back door, and then ran to the street outside from the right.
Human thinking has inertia and thinking patterns are relatively fixed. If Nan Yi consciously arranges his daily running route, he will easily fall into the calculations of someone with ulterior motives. By observing for a few days in a row, he can figure out the pattern.
Once you have mastered the rules, you can easily arrange "accidents" and wait for Nan Yi to run into them.
Now, Nan Yi relies entirely on fate, without any subjective thinking. He himself doesn't know which route he will run every day, so he just lets others deduce it.
Of course, Nan Yi was not worried that there might be a sniper rifle waiting for him in the country. He did this simply to develop a habit so that he could remain cautious no matter where he was.
As I said, the more you plan, the less danger there will be. It may seem useless, and you may never encounter the thing you are worried about in your entire life; but you only have one life, and as long as others succeed once, your life will be over.
Put yourself in his shoes. If Nan Yi were responsible for planning the assassination of a very difficult target, he would have enough patience to list out all the target's action patterns first. As long as the target's action trajectory has multiple overlapping points, the target is basically dead.
After running, I took a hot shower and then ran to the kitchen to cook the dumplings I had made yesterday.
Put it into a bowl, pick up a chopstick of lard, add an appropriate amount of soy sauce, and sprinkle some chopped green onions. The aroma of lard mixed with the aroma of blanched green onions can really whet your appetite.
I scooped one up, blew on it with my mouth, and took a big bite. The skin of the glutinous rice ball stuck to my teeth, feeling sticky. When I licked it with my tongue, the stuffing inside the skin fell out.
Just as Nan Yi was about to chew, Gong Xue, carrying two travel bags, stood in front of him.
"You came so early, have you had breakfast?"
"No."
"Would you like some? These are delicious dumplings. The vegetable noodle soup here [with freshly fried spinach, fried tofu, etc.] is 22 cents now. My dumplings have more ingredients and taste better than the noodle soup. Four for a bowl, 50 cents. After you finish eating, if you wash all the pots and pans, I'll give you 20 cents off."
"I'll eat."
Gong Xue didn't know why, but she felt a little angry when she heard Nan Yi say that.
"Okay, sir, please take a seat. This is a distinguished guest. I'd like to give you a bowl of Qianning Palace's secret pearl jade glutinous rice balls. After eating one bowl, Li Lianying's tongue will swirl. After eating two bowls, Li Lianying will be rotten, and Empress Dowager Cixi will blush like a delicate lady at the age of sixty."
Nan Yi walked into the kitchen and quickly brought out a bowl of dumplings. He placed it in front of Gong Xue and sat down to continue eating.
After quickly swallowing two more, he slowed down his eating. The skin of the glutinous rice balls is made of rice flour, which is difficult to digest, so he can't eat it too fast.
"Tangyuan, tangyuan, should be round. Why is your tangyuan in the shape of a tumbler with a point on top?" Gong Xue asked curiously as she scooped up a tangyuan with a spoon.
"Your question really stumped me. When I was a kid, I saw adults wrapping things this way, and that's how I learned it, but I never thought about why. Some questions are tricky and can't be asked casually. You're still young, and you'll understand when you grow up."
As Nan Yi spoke, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. There were too many times when he asked questions without hesitation, but was always rejected by adults using this excuse.
When you grow up, you will understand that this is really a universal answer.
"I'm thirty years old this year." Gong Xue frowned.
"At thirty, one is independent; at forty, one is free from doubts. You will understand when you are forty. Be good, don't ask, just eat your food. I hope no one noticed you when you came here. I don't want outsiders to know that you live here."
"I took the bus to the street corner and then walked here."
"That's great. Are you going to film today?"
"No, the rainy day scenes have already been filmed. It's raining today, so the crew is taking a break."
"That's great. I heard that a Chinese film called "First Blood" has been imported. Is it showing in the cinema?"
"It seems that the film will be released next year. It needs to be edited and copies need to be made. I have seen it during the internal screening. From the audience's perspective, it is a good film, but the artistic quality is not strong."
“Is Lü Bu and Diao Chan artistic enough? Do audiences like it?”
[Lü Bu and Diao Chan, a 1983 stage art film, Peking Opera, is basically a film of the performance on stage.]
"But isn't film an art form? Can it still be considered a film without artistry?"
"Don't discuss art with me. I don't understand art. I'm done eating. If you want to wash the dishes, wash them. If you don't want to wash them, soak them in the sink. There are several rooms on the left side of the second floor. You can sleep in any room you want. Eat slowly."
Nan Yi said as he took his bowl to the kitchen and then walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down.
