Chapter 72 The First Trace of the Dragon

The autumn rain is continuous, and the sky seems to have broken a hole. It's raining day and night.

It's not bad to have a heavy rain. You can wash Zhuque Street at least a few times.

The people thought that it has been 20 days since the storm of Moyun Tower, but every time they see the cloud-roofed tall building, they can't help but think of the blood and broken corpses in front of the Moyun Tower. Even the rotten and bloody smell is faintly lingering in their noses, which lasts for a long time, so disgusting.

Although it has been so long, now, Zhuque Street has not regained its previous vitality. Pedestrians have become more and more sparse, and several shops have closed one after another. The former prosperity has suddenly disappeared, just like this rainy day, with silence and silence everywhere.

In the final analysis, the reason why Zhuque Street can prosper is because of the existence of Moyun Tower.

The beautiful son in Moyun Building did not hesitate to smile.

Now that the cloth man is gone, Moyun Tower is also deserted, and the Zhuque Street is naturally not as lively as before.

Compared with the martial arts competition a month ago, the night battle of Moyun Tower 20 days ago, the escape of Li Gongzi is undoubtedly more concerned by the Liu people. There are different opinions among the people. Some people say that Mr. Li and Mr. Huo have a close personal relationship and go far away from home to avoid the limelight. Some people say that Mr. Li can see through the world and become a monk... Mr. Lin Lin, with the spread of injustice, or the king's decree, is more convincing to the people - what Mr. Li did when he came to Liu was just to get money. Now that he has received tens of millions of money, he will naturally return to his hometown to enjoy happiness. As for the two promises you owe him, they are also used up.

One of the promises is to protect Moyun Building and the people in the building to be safe and tax-free. As for the last promise, Wang Bang didn't say a word, but in the end, it became the people's favorite topic to talk about after dinner.

"I heard that before Mr. Li left, he gave Mo Yunlou to his housekeeper Xiao Hou. Tut, he worked in Mo Yunlou for seven years, and now he has become rich overnight."

"No, although most of the shops under the name of Moyun Building have been sold, the remaining seven or eight stores are enough to support the servants in Moyun Building... I heard that not long ago, Mo Yunlou sent away slaves and maidservants, and now there are only three or four servants in Moyun Building.

In the afternoon, people came and went on the old Tang ancient road. The restaurant and tea shop were full of guests. Business on Zhuque Street was sluggish, but they also liked the bosses of the old Tang ancient road. They were full and full every day.

"A subordinate?"

The guests chatted unscrupulously, but the young man at the next table was furious.

"Afu, don't make trouble!"

As soon as the black and short teenager remembered, he was pressed.

There was also a teenager sitting beside him, with a thin and long body and divine eyes. He grabbed A Fu, who was unhappy, and whispered, "The boss and Bo Chen have said that you can't make trouble these days, otherwise it will be a big deal."

"Big things... Alas, Brother Bochen is in bed every day, and he can't get out of bed for half an hour until recently... What else can happen?"

A Fu sighed for a long time, and Pingzi beside him was not much better, with a strong loss on his face.

The two followed Li Xiaoguan to Liujing. From the initial disbelief to the shock in the martial arts arena, they would have regarded Anwazi, who was despised by anyone in the past, as the first-class nobleman in their life. But who would have thought that just a few days later, there was a sudden disaster, and the bandits fought against Moyun Tower at night, and even Bochen was seriously injured. At first, in the first few days, people outside were rumored that An Bochen's meridians were broken. From then on, even the gun could not be mentioned. But in the past two days, everyone was talking about Mr. Li, and no one paid attention to An Bochen, as if the competition had never happened half a month ago.

Afu and Pingzi are naturally angry, but in addition to venting like today, what else can they do?

"Pingzi, do you think Brother Bochen will get better?"

After a long time, Afuba looked at Hirako and asked.

"It will be good, but..."

The tall and thin teenager shook his head. In a blink of an eye, he seemed to think of something and comforted in a low voice, "It doesn't matter if you can't pick up the gun anymore. It's not that you don't know that Mo Yunlou actually belongs to Bochen, even those Yaozhai. Tut, Ah Fu, you have never thought that our brother will help the boss and Bochen take care of the business, make a famous place, and return to the village decently after four or five years, which is also a return to our hometown.

"Yes, yes, Hirako, you are the inspiration. Why didn't I think of it? When the business is big, we will definitely divide our shop according to Bochen's temper. At that time... We have also become shopkeepers."

With a sad face, A Fu smiled happily, frowned and said doubtfully, "It's strange. Why does Bo Chen have to declare that Mo Yunlou was given to Mr. Xiao by that man."

"Because your Big Brother Bochen wants to avoid the limelight, since you have made up your mind, you have to do it thoroughly."

A gentle voice came from behind. The two looked back and saw a man about one or thirty years old, holding up the wine glass with a smile and lifting it up to them.

Seeing this, Ah Fu's eyes widened, and Pingzi replied to the man in a good way. He learned from the appearance of a scholar and asked humbly and politely, "What do you say?"

"The big one is hidden in the court, and the little one is hidden in the city. Although your brother Bochen has the ability, he has no power and power, and he can only avoid disaster in this way."

The man said with a smile. His smile is very clean, and it is easy to make people feel good.

He looked at Afu and then at Pingzi. The man put down the wine cup, stood up, left the table, and walked past the "Shuangjie" in Yuanjing Village, but suddenly stopped and smiled and said, "I am proficient in the art of looking at Qi. I don't know if you two would like to let me have a look?"

Hearing this, A Fu sighed and patted his thigh and said, "After a long time, you dare to pretend to be blind..."

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Hirako beside him; "Do you dare to ask, sir, what is the hexagram?"

"I have criticized the gossip, and I have never received any money."

The man said with a playful smile.

"So bothers Mr. Lao to count a gossip for the two of us."

Hearing that it was free, Pingzi breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to be calm.

His eyes narrowed into a crack. The man looked up and down at Pingzi, who was full of expectation, and looked at A Fu, who had a look of disbelief with a crooked mouth. He smiled and said, "Both of you are destined to be rich and noble. One is fighting in the battlefield, for ten thousand people, and the other is accompanied by cars and horses, and the marquis. It's just..."

"But what?"

Hearing what the man said, both of them were stunned and asked in unison.

"It's nothing. Just follow the people in front of you."

After saying that, the man threw away an ingot of silver, smiled playfully, and turned away.

The person in front of you?

Afu and Hepingzi's big eyes were wide-eyed and confused. At this moment, he only felt that a person suddenly stopped in front of him. Looking up, it was Li Xiaoguan who came back from drinking.

"Big boss, the boss is the person in front of you!"

Afu was stunned first, and then shouted excitedly.

"I said Ah Fu, do you really believe it?"

"If you don't believe it, why do you ask him?"

"He doesn't want money. He doesn't ask for nothing."

"You..."

The two teenagers chattered for a long time. Gradually, a strange color flashed in their eyes. They quarreled here, but Li Xiaoguan didn't say a word and didn't even move. This is not like the boss's usual style.

"Big..."

Pingzi turned around and saw Li Xiaoguan open his mouth wide and looked forward. The expression on his face was very strange, as if there was surprise, disbelief, and a trace of panic.

After shouting three times in a row, Li Xiaoyu official came to his senses, holding the wine pot, and was worried.

"Hingzi, Fu, who is the person who just talked to you?"

"It's a fortune-teller."

Afu replied.

"A fortune teller?"

Li Xiaoguan stared at the innocent A Fu, and then sat down, filled the wine glass, and drank by himself. He looked as strange as he looked.

"Why, the boss knows him. Is his fortune-telling accurate?"

Hirako came up curiously and asked.

As soon as he finished asking, Li Xiaoguan spewed out a mouthful of wine and his face turned red.

"No more. You two go back to the shop first. I have something to do to find Bochen."

Standing up suddenly, Li Xiaoguan pushed away the wine and vegetables in front of him and strode out of the restaurant. Afu and Pingzi behind him were stunned and wondered what he was wrong.

Walking out of the restaurant, the street was overwrathed, and Li Xiaoguan couldn't help speeding up his pace.

Although the person in the restaurant only has a back and can't see the side face of his eyes, how can Li Xiaoguan not recognize it?

Dressed in cloth, there is always a smile on the corners of his mouth. He walks slowly, speaks slowly and gently, and treats people gently. These can't hinder Li Xiaoguan. The most abominable thing is that he asked Li Xiaoguan to fan a fan for him for four years. He couldn't play for four years. He couldn't sleep well and looked home day and night.

Mr. Li... Well, even if it turns into ashes, I, Li Xiaoguan, can pee and take a picture of you.

Gritting his teeth, Li Xiaoguan thought with hatred, but as he walked, his heart became colder and colder.

For more than half a month, An Bochen "lying in bed to recover from his wounds", Li Xiaoguan couldn't eat well and couldn't sleep all day long. He was busy with Xiao Hou's side, and he was very worried. Rarely, he didn't have a word of complaint. It was not until the day before yesterday that a girl with red hair stopped him and asked several questions in a row. Finally, she sneered at him and said that you could barely pass the exam.

Pass the assessment?

Li Xiaoguan was puzzled and thought about the strange words, but then he heard a secret from the girl who shocked him.

It turned out that Mr. Li was really killed that day, and these days, the Mr. Li he saw was a young girl... He is a fake son, and Bo Chen is also a fake injury.

Thinking of the scene of being teased that day, Li Xiaoguan was about to have an attack. It could be seen that the girl looked at him with a smile and immediately lost her temper. This woman even dares to fake Mr. Li, and her relationship with Bo Chen... In short, it's not him who can afford it.

Turning to think, she told herself such a big secret, and obviously she was very relieved. Li Xiaoguan was secretly happy and blushed. She immediately patted her chest and promised that she would never say it, and even Afu and Pingzi did not tell her.

Li Xiaoguan didn't know that it was Simajin who trusted him, but An Bochen saw that he was worried about himself. He frowned all day long and couldn't bear it. Moreover, even if An Bochen lost power these days, Li Xiaoguan did not have the intention to go, but he was more careful when doing things. After thinking about it, An Bochen just asked Simajin to tell the truth. Simajin was reluctant at first, but he thought that there was a shortage of people in the building. Although Li Xiaoguan was a fool, he was very good to An Bochen. He thought he would not say it, so he simply responded.