Chapter 221 Bragging

"The owner, what the little said is true." Wang An's expression was a little excited, as if Ximen Qing questioned whether Wang An was his father's own son.

Wang An is usually very self-restrained. Whether in front of Ximenqing or other guys, he is usually gentle. Even when he speaks vulgar words or expresses some evil deeds, he can speak highly. It is indeed rare to be as reckless and straightforward as today.

At this time, Ximen Qing had one or two points of faith in his heart. Is it... I'm so lucky? Maybe the spirit of my ancestors in heaven is blessing me. Let's talk about it in detail, what's going on? How did you know the news? Did you check it or hearsay? Ximenqing felt a little cold on his feet. He stepped on his shoes by the bed and put them on randomly. But there seemed to be some granular dust on the soles of his feet, which made Ximenqing's feet still very uncomfortable even if they reached the shoes.

"That's what happened, boss. Didn't you ask me to strengthen the inquiry on the street during this period, focusing on sedan chairmen and mobile vendors to see if I can get more clues. Last night, I suddenly thought of a problem, that is, the area where we have been active is too small, just targeting the vicinity of Rouge Lane and Guihua Building. We all forgot that Wuda has another residence, that is, Zishi Street. Although Wu Da lived in the store most of the time after becoming the owner of Guihualou, I thought that generally speaking, when there are major changes in people's lives, they always want to go to the original place to see or do something, so maybe there will be different gains when they go to Zishi Street. I was not idle that night and immediately went to the vicinity of Zishi Street for inquiry and investigation. But most of the vendors on Zishi Street said that they didn't see any special scenes, and I can't ask anything superfluous. I can't ask in front of you what happened to Wu Da or Wu Song. If that's the case, I'm afraid it will only take a little while, and this will spread to Wu Song's ears. If that's the case, We really have no chance of winning. However, when I was at a loss, I met an old acquaintance. Wang An said this, poured out a glass of water from the teapot on the table and drank it all.

Wu Da knew that it was last night's herbal tea. There is definitely no good taste when drinking it now, but looking at Wang An's expression, it is as sweet as honey. Which old acquaintance, let's talk about it. Ximenqing actually can't wait. He is eager to know the key point of the matter, that is whether Wang An has verified whether the Wu brothers left Yanggu, but Ximen Qing also understands that even if Wang An is asked to say the result first, these things still have to be turned back and asked. In this case, it's better to explain them clearly in order. In this way, Ximenqing's mood can be calmed down.

"Do you remember that last summer, Wu Dalang's daughter-in-law caused something to cause something. After you heard about this, you came back and talked with the shopkeeper. At that time, we guys also heard everything nearby." Wang An reminded Ximenqing.

Wu Dalang's daughter-in-law? That's Pan Jinlian. What happened to Pan Jinlian last summer? Ximenqing can't remember, mainly because Ximenqing is always idle, and his parents are also willing to talk about the short things of the Xi family. This habit did not converge until August 8th. Until now, at this level that determines fate, I can't remember the boring behaviors he did in the past.

Ximen Qing shook his head and looked at Wang An.

"You are so forgetful, but we remember it clearly. Speaking of which, you were also on the Purple Street that day, Wu Dalang's daughter-in-law fell off the fork stick used to support the window from the second floor and was hitting a baby man selling pears on the head. At that time, Wu Song just became the capital, and the oppression of people in Yanggu County was not so strong. In addition, Wuda seemed to be easy to bully. At that time, the pancake business was also good and he made a lot of money, so the pear seller wanted to blackmail him with this matter, and the worst thing was that he could take advantage of Pan Jinlian a little. Do you remember now?" Wang An reminded.

Yes, that's true. Ximenqing remembered that day because he walked relatively fast. If he slowed down a few steps, maybe it was himself who hit the fork stick. After that, Ximenqing once thought that if the fork stick hit him, it would be a good thing. Pan Jinlian was so handsome that even if she hit her, she would not feel any pain. Even if she is killed by mistake, there must be a unique fragrance on the bridge. It's just a pity that the servant was cheap, and the servant was actually a thing that didn't know how to pity and cherish jade, and actually came to the door to ask for money compensation for this reason.

At that time, Ximenqing looked down on Wuda, but he felt very sorry for Pan Jinlian. Therefore, on this issue, he is standing on the opposite side of the pear seller, so when he is bored, he also chatted with a pharmacy shopkeeper. It's just a pity that things are wrong now. It is said that Pan Jinlian ran away alone and doesn't know where to go, and the pharmacy shopkeeper is also uncertain about life and death. It can be seen that the things in this world are really cherished. Those who talked and laughed together yesterday can no longer be seen today. Ximen Qing sighed for no reason. Then he nodded. There is indeed this thing, and I remember it. Did you meet the pear seller? Why, was it so cold last night? Is he still selling pears?

"The owner, like the small business of selling pears, earns hard money. He relies on the leather knife in his hand to make exquisite pears and win the favor of others. Therefore, no matter how cold it is, as long as there is business, he has to go to the street. What's more, now is the time when pears can be sold at a higher price, so he will naturally not be idle. But when I went to the street yesterday, it was long after dinner, and it was almost time to go to bed, so he was ready to go back at that time. I asked around, but there was no result. I was annoyed. When I saw him, I thought about joking, but who knew that this joke actually revealed the truth. Wang An's tone was a little mysterious.

"Oh?" Ximenqing admitted that Wang An's storytelling means were extremely smart. He was completely attracted by the story and forgot the irritability that he could not distinguish between reality and dreams just now. That kind of confusion had unconsciously moved away from Ximen Qing. How did you joke?

"I saw his crooked appearance and cracked dates, so I went forward and said, 'Pear sellers, isn't it particularly boring to sell pears in summer? At this time, there is no beautiful woman to open the window and hit you with a fork stick.' Originally, I said this because I wanted to shiver him, but I didn't expect that the little guy actually sneered and said, 'Don't talk nonsense here. I can tell you, the short wax gourd is because he offended me, and now he has rolled out of Yanggu.'" When Wang Zan narrated the pear seller, he was full of emotion and even tried his best to imitate the other party's expression and tone.

"Does the short winter melon refer to Wuhan University?" Ximenqing's mood suddenly became excited. The words said by people with a lowly status like a pear seller on such an occasion are very credible. Although Ximenqing also knows that people living at the bottom like to brag, in the same way, they are also very timid. The big words they say often sound extremely huge, but if they really think about it carefully, there are few ways to investigate, and even if they are exposed, they are harmless. At most, they are just playing rogues. It can be muddled. But if the "short winter melon" mentioned by the little one is really Wu Dalang, similar to this kind of ** figure in Yanggu County, you can never tell lies. For a big saying, you can't put your own life together. No matter how stupid you are, you can't do such a thing.

"I had the same question at that time, but I knew that once I wanted this little boy to know the seriousness of the problem, he would not tell the truth. And according to his character, he will blackmail us. So the way I thought of at that time was to provoke him with words. So I said, 'Blow you, you, you can't even find your daughter-in-law, and you don't have a wife to bully. Who else can you bully? Are there are still people who are afraid that you will leave Yanggu? Come on, tell me, who is that dwarf winter melon?' I know that generally speaking, people who are too fat will not be afraid of others to say that they are bloated and too short, and especially those who are said that they are a dwarf. And the ugly person must be very taboo about saying that he is ugly. If he provokes him with this, he should tell the truth. Wang An's narrative is orderly and very different from the previous scene of rushing in.

Maybe he has adjusted his mood, and Ximen Qing thought about it in his heart.

"This is reasonable. What's the result? Ximen Qing is not in a hurry. If it's really something hot, Wang An won't be so slow. Since he is so willing to talk, why isn't Ximen Qing willing to listen? Anyway, since receiving the silver, Ximen Qing has always regarded every day as the last day of his life.

"As a result, the little man couldn't stand it at that time and said to me, 'You don't know the short winter melon. It's Wu Dalang on the purple stone street.' After hearing this, I was overjoyed, but I was afraid that it was his bragging, so I immediately retorted: 'He is the president of the Yanggu Chamber of Commerce and the owner of Guihua Tower. What are you? A dog-like person, will he leave Yanggu because of you?' As a result, the little boy seemed to be fearless and said to me, 'Believe it or not, Wuda can't get along in Yanggu anyway. On the morning of November 16, he carried a big burden and passed by here like a flight. He just took a look at his home and didn't go in. Then he turned down Purple Stone Street and twisted out of the city from the East Gate. If I brag about these words, grandson, I have your surname.'"