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Zhang Qichao's parents did not dare to confront Black-Clad Achan, but they had no such reservations when it came to ordinary people. They immediately rushed forward, throwing punches and kicks, crying out in anger, "What have you done to my son that you are so cruel as to harm him like this! Give me back my son's life!"
The grandfather watched from the side and suddenly said to Second Uncle, "Did you hear that? They want a life in return."
Second Uncle nodded and gestured to a few of the black-clad men behind him. One of them stepped forward, pulled out a knife, and slashed it across the young man's throat. Blood immediately sprayed out, drenching Zhang Qichao's parents standing nearby.
We were stunned, watching the young man convulsing on the ground, our hearts racing.
Zhang Qichao's parents turned pale with fear. When they demanded that someone return their son's life, it was just an angry remark; they never expected the grandfather to actually make it happen.
The Thai young man whose throat was cut widened his eyes and convulsed on the ground. A large pool of blood quickly formed beneath him. The grandfather then pointed at Black-Clad Achan and asked, "Should we kill this one too?"
Zhang Qichao's father clutched his chest in terror, while his mother staggered backward in fright, stammering, "Do as you wish; we don’t..."
The grandfather replied casually, "Then let’s kill him."
The black-clad man who had just committed murder walked over again and expressionlessly slashed the knife across Black-Clad Achan's throat. This Achan had been begging for mercy all day; he might have still held onto some hope that the grandfather did not intend to kill anyone. But now he realized that the grandfather was not avoiding killing; he was simply waiting.
The two men on the ground had not yet completely died; their bodies twitched like fish or shrimp thrown into hot water. The grandfather looked at Zhang Qichao's parents and said, "The murderer has paid with his life. I hope you can find peace in your sorrow. Of course, as an elder, I also bear some responsibility for this matter. You can discuss how much compensation you need later."
Zhang Qichao's parents glanced at the two men on the ground who were gradually falling silent amidst the pool of blood that filled the room with a bloody atmosphere. They dared not speak; any mention of money seemed pointless, just as Fatty Banlada had said—there was no need to keep bringing it up!
This was the grandfather's method; he wanted to show everyone that Bangkok was his territory! You could compete with me or try to take from me, but you cannot cross my bottom line! I am a businessman but also a skilled killer. If you want to talk tough, first go find out about the Chinese who made a name for himself with just a gun over twenty years ago in Bangkok—just how ruthless he really was!
That five million Thai baht was meant to tell the hosts and Azhans that I am not short on money! Do your job well, and you will be rewarded!
Open Conflict and Covert Tactics The way my grandfather handles things, like picking a date from a tree, is something I may never learn in my lifetime. This style comes from the experiences of military leaders who have navigated through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, something a young person like me, living in peaceful times, cannot comprehend.
Zhang Qichao's Parents are ordinary people who have not experienced any major storms in life. After enduring several rounds of my grandfather's tactics, they are almost dizzy and can only submit to his will.
Several abbots from large temples approached and began chanting scriptures over the two bodies on the ground. Their demeanor was calm, as if someone being killed was nothing significant. I struggled to understand this mindset and felt that my grandfather seemed so unfamiliar.
His ruthlessness is completely opposite to his previous kindness. Second Uncle and Second Uncle appeared accustomed to such scenes, standing there without changing their expressions. Liang Xi and Hu Xiaoyi were so frightened that they could not stand up; they sat on the sofa with their legs shaking uncontrollably like they had springs in them.
The outcome of this incident was that the eldest, Zhang Qichao, met a tragic end, accompanied by two Thai Persons. My grandfather used this event to further establish his reputation. Those aggressive Dealers suddenly realized that it was not as easy as they imagined for Chinese people to gain a foothold in Thailand. This Chinese Old Man is not someone to be trifled with.
Of course, this forced them to band together against my grandfather's pressure, which led him to consolidate his business in Thailand over the following years and shift focus to the rapidly rising Mainland China.
Although it seemed on the surface that my grandfather spent money and offended people, suffering great losses, afterward various Dealers would at least show some respect towards our family, no longer treating us without any room for negotiation as before. Spending five million Thai Baht opened up pathways to wealth; it was not a loss at all. In this regard, my grandfather achieved his intended goal.
Second Uncle handled the capturing and killing cleanly but did not concern himself with other matters; he simply returned to the mainland after finishing up. The aftermath work left Second Uncle running around tirelessly. Especially when Second Uncle initially captured the son of the Chief Superintendent, he used unusual methods. Instead of following my grandfather's instructions to layer money through connections, he brought several Black-Clad Achans into the Chief Superintendent's home, holding a gun to the man's head and saying, "Hand over the person; you can continue living. If you don’t comply, I will go find the Superintendent and offer five hundred thousand Thai Baht for your entire family's lives!"
Five hundred thousand Thai Baht is no small sum. Not only could it buy one family's life, but it could also purchase ten or eight scapegoats.
The Chief Superintendent was terrified; he understood very well that if he did not provide a satisfactory answer, Second Uncle would indeed pull the trigger and then easily find someone to take the blame. In Bangkok, many scapegoats are taken from wealthy individuals every year; these interests and entanglements are well known to someone in his position. To save his own life, he had no choice but to let them return his child.
Second Uncle gave him three hundred thousand Thai Baht as a form of reassurance and also provided some benefits to higher-ranking inspectors above him. To avoid official scrutiny, Second Uncle visited Chunwuli Mansion, seeking help from Long Wang to smooth things over completely.
Long Wang is a well-known master in Thailand but is neither Long Pu nor an Ajan. It is said that years ago he was just an ordinary repairman until one day he suddenly realized he was the reincarnation of Long Wang and began offering guidance without charging any fees.
In the entertainment circles of Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan, everyone knows Long Wang's name; it can even be said that ninety percent of today's popular stars have sought his advice at some point. Second Uncle has maintained some connections with him due to his long-term presence on the islands.
Unfortunately, Long Wang passed away two years ago due to illness, and I never had the chance to meet him; I feel quite regretful about that.
The entire process of this matter, especially the latter half, was truly thrilling. It gave me a new understanding of my grandfather and Thailand. Liang Xi and Hu Xiaoyi returned to the country on January 19th with the body of their elder brother, Zhang Qichao, along with their parents. Meanwhile, I stayed in Thailand to celebrate the New Year with my grandfather.
They did not take the Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying with them; in fact, they didn't even look at it. I knew that what happened here must have left them psychologically scarred, and they wouldn't dare to raise any little spirits again. I didn't feel much about it and even showed this little spirit to my grandfather.
After looking at it, my grandfather smiled and asked where I got it from. I said it was made by a very impressive Chinese fat man who took us to find the formidable Azan Hongsha. I even boasted to my grandfather that Azan Hongsha had previously made amulets for the Singapore Deputy Prime Minister, which was quite impressive.
My grandfather chuckled but didn't say anything. I suggested giving him the little spirit to see how he would handle it. He replied, "What’s there to handle? If you want it, just keep it for yourself."
I was taken aback and said, "Aren't you and Second Uncle against raising little spirits?"
My grandfather pointed at the Ling Gui Tu Pai Ying and laughed, "If it's this one you're raising, then I have no objections. Feel free to raise it boldly."
"Why can we suddenly raise it now?" I was quite puzzled.
My grandfather winked at me and said, "Because this was made by that very impressive Azan Hongsha."
At that moment, I felt his smile was strange, but I couldn't understand why. Coupled with my excitement about being able to raise little spirits, I didn't think too deeply about the implications. However, my grandfather's little joke led me to believe that there were no longer restrictions on raising little spirits. As a result, when Liang Xi, Hu Xiaoyi, and I went to Changsha the following year to pay respects to our elder brother Zhang Qichao, we encountered an unexpected situation—raising little spirits became a matter of life and death.
Of course, that's a story for another time; let's not get into that for now.
Thus began my very first experience of "raising a little spirit." Every day I diligently offered sacrifices and occasionally recited some scriptures. From time to time, I would pester my grandfather with questions about how to properly honor little spirits. In just a week’s time, my understanding of various amulets significantly improved.
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