Chapter 350 Rich Club

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, threatening to turn into a rainstorm.

The raindrops hit the concrete floor with a crackling sound, and the splashing water had soaked everyone's trouser legs and socks.

But Fang Hexuan remained unmoved, his eyes looking from Tsing Yi Island towards Hong Kong Island, everything was hazy.

The rain made it impossible to see the landmarks on the opposite side, and one could only see the outlines of tall buildings.

In less than half an hour, a thousand-ton cargo ship with the hull number "Taicang" slowly appeared in everyone's sight. Under the cover of heavy rain, the hull was looming.

Fang Hexuan breathed a sigh of relief. He walked forward a few steps, closer to the port shore, wanting to see the freighter more clearly.

Although the freighter was not far away, the ship had to slow down to a certain speed after entering the dock cargo channel, so it took more than 20 minutes for the entire ship to dock completely.

The two people who escorted the boat back this time were Da Yanming and Jiu Wenlong, in addition to some experts in charge of road safety and some talented people from the underworld who participated in the entire process of stealing treasures from the temple.

As for the hundreds of people from the acrobatic troupe and circus used for cover, they will have to stay in Barak for half a month before slowly leaving by plane, trying their best not to arouse the suspicion of the locals.

Dayanming first took a dozen treasure-stealing craftsmen off the boat, Jiuwenlong was in charge of guarding the treasures, and the last group to evacuate.

Seeing that Da Yanming was obviously thinner and darker than the last time he came back to Hong Kong, Fang Hexuan gave him a firm hug, which was a sincere thank you.

As for those treasure-stealing experts, Fang Hexuan neither took the initiative to shake hands with them nor had any intention of going up to talk to them.

Both parties wanted to keep a low profile and didn't want the other to know more about themselves, so they just pretended to be strangers.

Only after the cargo packed in wooden boards was unloaded from the ship and safely loaded onto the truck did Jiu Wenlong and his crew feel at ease to get off the ship.

Although he received the same treatment as Dayanming, Jiuwenlong was much calmer than during his previous two trips back to Hong Kong.

More than 20 medium-sized trucks were still escorted by Blackwater International bodyguards to the Yuen Long Training Center. Fang Hexuan did not let Jiu Wenlong and the others go with them. Instead, he took this group of heroes and got on the car and returned to Hong Kong Island.

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Taikoo Shing, Hong Kong Island.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Jiuwenlong woke up from bed.

The headache from the hangover made him feel dizzy, and the layout of the room seemed a little unfamiliar to him.

I have been in Barak for nearly two years. Since the acrobatic troupe and circus need to tour around frequently, it is not an exaggeration to say that I have no fixed place to live.

Although he came back twice, he was actually a little uncomfortable with his home in Hong Kong Island.

Perhaps she heard the noise in her son's room, Jiu Wenlong's mother Wu Axia entered the room carrying a bowl of porridge.

"Along, come and drink this bowl of delicious porridge. It has been cold for a while. It's not hot anymore!"

Jiu Wenlong's mouth twitched. He really didn't like the fact that his mother still treated him like a child, but despite this, he still sat up obediently and drank the rice porridge clean.

Wu Axia watched her son finish his porridge and said with a smile:
"I'll serve you another bowl. Wait until you get up and brush your teeth before drinking. Also, don't drink so much in the future. Drunkenness is harmful to your health. You must learn to take care of your body."

In the past, Jiu Wenlong had no patience to listen to his mother's nagging, but since he met Fang Hexuan in prison, after several years of experience, he has matured a lot and is no longer the reckless man who only knew how to fight and kill.

When he finished washing up, his mother Wu Axia had already prepared a sumptuous breakfast for him.

Of course, the "abundance" here is only relative to the past. It is still the traditional Chinese breakfast, including barbecued pork buns, steamed dumplings, rice rolls, white porridge, and a few side dishes.

At the banquet last night, Jiu Wenlong was only concerned with drinking and didn't even have time to eat a few bites of the food. He was either toasting others or being forced to drink by others, so he was already starving.

He first grabbed a barbecued pork bun and bit off most of it in one bite, eating it with relish. "Mom, A-Juan, is going to work?"

Wu Axia smiled as she watched her son wolfing down his food and nodded:

"I heard from her that DreamWorks has a lot of movies to shoot this year, and as the deputy director of casting, she doesn't have an easy day every day."

While his mother was talking, Jiu Wenlong had already eaten two barbecued pork buns and two steamed dumplings, and his mouth was now full.

"Eat slowly, eat slowly, don't choke."

After swallowing the food in his mouth, Jiu Wenlong burped. He drank a mouthful of porridge with a little embarrassment and asked:
"Is everything okay at home during this time?"

Wu Axia said with a smile:
"It's all good. When you're not at home, Fang Sheng sends grain, oil, rice, noodles, and supplements every month, and the money is never short."

Hearing this, Jiu Wenlong didn't say anything, but just nodded.

He was not worried that Fang Hexuan had treated his family badly, but was asking his mother if there was any trouble at home.

After all, based on all the trouble he had gotten into when he was in gangs before, he was really worried that some blind idiots would come and cause trouble for him.

"Mom, let's move this weekend."

Wu Axia was stunned, her expression was a little stiff, her lips trembled, and she asked carefully:

"Along, did you make Fang Sheng unhappy?"

Jiu Wenlong was also at a loss for words. He waved his hands and quickly explained:

"Mom, don't let your imagination run wild. We are going to move to a villa on Taiping Mountain."

Wu Axia breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked uncertainly:
"Did Fang Sheng give it to you?"

Jiu Wenlong nodded solemnly and said:
"Well, Da Yanming and I each have a villa halfway up the mountain. I heard from Young Master Xuan that they are two-story villas with swimming pools and gardens."

Only then did Wu Axia feel completely relieved. Although she didn't know what her son did to help Fang Hexuan, she could still trust the other party's character and he would definitely not cheat A Long.

"Haha, okay, okay, but what about this house in Taikoo City?"

Jiu Wenlong curled his lips and said nonchalantly:

"Just leave it empty for now. You can rent it out later. There's nothing to regret."

In fact, there were still many things he hadn't told his mother.

For example, he currently has 100 million Hong Kong dollars in his personal account.

Although he has not gone to the bank to check the accounts in person, he never doubts Fang Hexuan's promise.

Jiu Wenlong still remembered that two years ago, Xuan Shao promised them that as long as they successfully brought the treasure of the Padmanabhaswamy Temple back to Hong Kong from Barak, he and Dayanming would both become billionaires.

Although they have suffered a lot and endured a lot of loneliness and troubles in the past two years, Jiu Wenlong himself even risked being caught to carry out an assassination mission.

But they finally persevered and received a reward from Master Xuan.

(End of this chapter)