Urban Evil Emperor

While walking, Tingdong looked at him with a smile and said, "I seem to have seen you being rude to my aunt just now, isn't it, Mr. Jiang? You are the son of Jiang Dehou, the director of the foundry? My mother is also in that factory , but she has been laid off, I heard that your father despised her, is there such a thing?"

Tingdong's tone became more and more peaceful, as if he was reminiscing with an old friend, but Jiang Laoliu felt cold all over his body. Facing Tingdong's questions one after another, he felt like this smiling little The boys voted for him, one with a poisonous snake, making him impossible to hide, impossible to avoid.

Ting Dong finally walked in front of him, still smiling, "It's still early, the police uncle didn't come over so soon, it's our turn to play, look, your face is dirty, let's go to the bathroom, take your Wash your face, otherwise, the police uncle will be upset when he sees you like this."

It's like a half-grown child commensurate with his age, chatting with adults about some childish and ridiculous topics, which makes people a little unintelligible.

But everyone present, no one would think his words were naive and ridiculous.

In October, before the heating period, the room was a bit gloomy and the floor was in a mess. Coupled with a group of injured people, the whole hall was indescribably weird, and Tingdong's words added to the weirdness.

Tingdong turned back and smiled at Pu Zhenzi, and said, "Auntie, please ask the waiter to prepare a basin and a beer glass for me, and bring them to the bathroom. Mr. Jiang needs to use, um, and a pair of scissors. Or a sharper knife is fine, as well as paper and pen, Mr. Jiang wants to write a memoir in it."

Pu Zhenzi didn't know what Tingdong was going to do, but since he said it, there must be some intention. She was used to obeying the orders of this 14-year-old boy.Turning around to a waiter, she said, "Chunzi, go upstairs and find a cup for your third brother. I have paper and pens in my desk, washbasin and bathroom, and scissors in the kitchen."

Tingdong picked up Jiang Laoliu's arm, turned back and said to Pu Zhenzi: "By the way, Auntie, don't destroy the scene, especially those murder weapons, don't touch them. The police will come to investigate later. Find some stools first. Sit anywhere."

Then he pulled Jiang Laoliu and stumbled into the bathroom. After a while, the girl named Chunzi knocked on the door of the bathroom and handed him the cup, scissors, pens and paper, etc. Tingdong politely He said thank you and closed the door.

After a long wait of about twenty to ten minutes, Ting Dong came out, followed by the pale-faced Jiang Lao Liu, retching as he walked, not daring to lift his head.Tingdong looked back at him occasionally, and he trembled as if he had seen a ghost.

Tingdong smiled and cursed, "Look at you, you look like a nobleman. You just drank a few glasses of beer. As for drinking you like this? You are worthless and not on the stage. Sit in the place just now and don't spit. For the sake of your father and my mother's colleagues, your treatment is the best."

Tingdong walked up to Pu Zhenzi again, and asked in a low voice, "Auntie, have you seen the note that uncle wrote to mortgage the hotel?"

Pu Zhenzi nodded: "Yes, Huang Er showed it to me."

"Is it written by uncle himself? Is it the original copy? Who owns it now?" Ting Dong asked immediately.

Pu Zhenzi nodded again: "It was written by Lao Jin, the original, yes, it's still in Huang's second hand."

"Well, it's easy to handle. When the police come, you must tell the truth. You must explain the note clearly. In addition, you should try to report today's losses as high as possible. Remember? Auntie. " Tingdong's words sounded like he was discussing with Pu Zhenzi, but every word was unquestionable.

After talking about these business matters, Ting Dong asked with concern: "Is Nan Nan okay? Where is she? Is there anyone taking care of her?"

"It's okay, she's in the backyard. I asked another waiter to go out with Xiaohong, and she's taking care of Nannan." Only then did Pu Zhenzi feel that the gentle and kind little boy in normal times had returned.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Since Ting Dong came in, her nerves have been in a state of tension, even more nervous than when Huang Er and others smashed the hotel. I don't know if it is because she is worried about Ting Dong or because of his power. cause anxiety.

Seeing that Tingdong and his aunt had finished talking about serious matters, Li Dayong hurriedly asked: "Third brother, I didn't see you bring beer into the bathroom, why did that kid drink beer?"

"Oh, he didn't bring it in, he brewed it himself." Ting Dong said as he walked towards Huang Er.

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