20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 299 Wen Tingge

"Sister-in-law, I don't understand."

In the dead of night, at her residence in Nancheng, Hu Xiaoyan picked the oil lamp on the Kang table with an iron pick, glanced at Bei Feng gently, and asked: "What don't you understand?"

"Why should we be so polite to Mr. Yuan?" Zhao Zhengbei said with a frown while wiping the gun beside him, "Since we suspect that he might know something, why don't we just tie him up and take care of him? I'll deal with it immediately, let's see if he still talks about it! A small tree won't grow straight if it's not repaired, and it will grow ugly if people don't repair it!"

"Are you sure that Yuan Xinfa must know who took away the medicinal materials from Shanfangtang?" Hu Xiaoyan asked.

"Sister-in-law, do we need to be sure?" Zhao Zhengbei asked confused, "As long as we doubt him, that's enough!"

"and then?"

"What then? Torture him to extract a confession!"

"Okay, you can destroy him, but if he really can't tell you a thing, what will you do? Should you let him go, or clear him?"

"Is this... all right? Sister-in-law, things are different now. We have a backer and some help. I don't believe he still dares to go to Fengtian and seduce me?"

Hu Xiaoyan shook her head slightly, but said: "Uncle Youhai told me and your brother before that you should not be lenient in killing people, but human life is not a child's play. You have to look at it clearly, understand it clearly, and think about it before you do it. Our family is now What we want is fame and fortune, not life and guns."

"Sister-in-law, I also know what you are talking about." Zhao Zhengbei said, "But there are obvious clues, why don't you really push Big Yuan?"

Hu Xiaoyan was silent for a moment, then said: "This is your brother's hometown. On the street in front of him, there are several families who grew up with him. Aunt Yuan across the street has helped him before, but you just because of a suspicion, Just kill my nephew and pass."

Home is home.

How many powerful people in the world, after they become successful, still care about how the folks in their hometown think of them. Even though everything they do is despicable, they still hope to have a good reputation in their hometown.

Although this is just a kind of hypocrisy, as long as the name is there, you can still have a place of peace of mind.

Zhao Zhengbei disagreed with this, "Sister-in-law, do you need to care what these people think of us? They have no power, no money, and they don't even understand their own lives. Just letting such people think of us well, What’s the use?”

"If they really care about us and are not just afraid of us, then the Jiang family will never fall."

Zhao Zhengbei blinked and couldn't help but ask: "Sister-in-law, what about it?"

"As for that." Hu Xiaoyan said firmly as the candlelight illuminated her face.

In the newspaper, she not only saw disturbing news, but also gleaned some truth from it.

The rivers and lakes are always there. In every city and place, every ten years or so, a gang will take the top spot, and in another ten years or so, another gang will take its place.

Hu Xiaoyan didn't want the Jiang family to go down this predictable path.

She and Jiang Lianheng needed to change.

If we say that the young couple used to have angry eyes and killed them cleanly, but now they have to show their bodhisattva hearts and show kindness and power at the same time. Although this Bodhisattva is hypocritical in his heart, he still has to put on a show even if he is just pretending.

"Sister-in-law, if there are no other clues, what should we do about Big Yuan? Why don't we use any means to pry his mouth open?"

Zhao Zhengbei's question brought his fantasy back to reality.

The flame of the oil lamp on the kang table jumped twice, then suddenly dimmed.

Hu Xiaoyan's face became much gloomier, "It would be best if Brother Yuan could speak, but I hope he doesn't speak because he is afraid of us, but because he wants to help us. He doesn't know our situation and is worried It's understandable to be retaliated by a local snake. But there is a time limit. If he never tells us, then we will have no fault."

"What if Big Yuan himself also participated?" Zhao Zhengbei asked again.

The candlelight was like a bean and was about to be extinguished. Bei Feng could no longer see his sister-in-law's face clearly.

"If he is an accomplice, I will make him regret it."

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

"It seems Brother Dao is back."

Zhao Zhengbei pulled out his sneakers and walked out of the room. Hu Xiaoyan took the opportunity to pick up the oil lamp, and the yellow light lit up again.

Shao Qing and Jiang Lianheng walked into the house. Hu Xiaoyan turned around and asked with concern: "Is nothing wrong?"

"Daughter-in-law, I seem to have met Wen Tingge!"

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The next morning, at seven o'clock, at the crossroads of Nancheng, in front of the Qingming Tea House.

"Click!"

Jiang Lian horizontally buckled the case of the gilt enamel pocket watch, looked around, and ordered: "Yansheng, wait for me at the door. Old Han, take your brother to the stall diagonally opposite that sells bean curd to guard. Bei Wind - well - find a cool place."

Zhao Zhengbei raised his hands in protest, "Brother, I——"

"Okay, everyone, just stay calm. There's no need to be startled. Just keep an eye on it."

"Brother Dao, where is the cool place?" Zhao Zhengbei asked blankly.

"Ask me too?"

Jiang Lianheng had no choice but to look around the intersection and suddenly found a very familiar story-telling stall.

Mr. Yan, the wild scholar, has long been completely white in hair and beard, but his talent is still there and his voice is still bright.

He stood in front of the storytelling desk, performing simple tricks while vividly recounting modern and ancient legends.

Among the onlookers, there seemed to be a rich man wearing a deerskin jacket.

The man looked to be in his fifties, with a short build, strong arms, and some gray braids. He was standing there with his sleeves rolled up in a silly manner. Jiang Lianheng seemed to be taken away from his soul and couldn't help but take a step forward.

"Eh? Brother Dao, are you going to go haha?"

The voice of Bei Feng brought him back to reality.

Jiang Lianheng was wrong after all - how could someone wear a deerskin jacket on a hot summer day?

There was no lazy young man with droopy eyes in the crowd, and there was no fierce strong man with only half a face in the teahouse.

Seeing that he looked a little dazed, everyone couldn't help but asked with concern: "Brother Dao, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay!" Jiang Lianheng came to his senses in a panic, laughed twice, and ordered, "You all go and keep an eye on it, I'm going in."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the Qingming Teahouse behind him.

A burst of noisy people suddenly hit us, and many guests gathered together in twos and threes to chat before they had time to have breakfast.

The waiter came forward with a handkerchief, bowed and asked, "Sir, are you alone or waiting for a friend?"

"Oh, I'm looking for someone."

"Okay, tell me who you are looking for and I will take you there."

Jiang Lian stretched his neck, glanced around the teahouse twice, took out a dime from his pocket, waved his hand and said, "No, I can just find it myself."

The waiter accepted the reward and naturally had nothing to talk about. He said a few words and then withdrew in a wise manner.

The area of ​​Qingming Tea House is not large. Jiang Lianheng did not go up to the second floor. He only wandered around the lobby and his eyes quickly fell on a tea table in the corner.

To his surprise, there was nothing else on the tea table except a teapot and a tea bowl.

The spout of the pot is facing the teacup - a single-handed battle.

This is the tea formation where people from all over the world ask for help.

As long as the characters are combined on the line, those who can do it conveniently can just drink the tea; those who are not sure but are willing to help, pour out the original tea, brew it again and drink it again.

This is an old rule and an old rule. It has been less than a hundred years since the ban was opened outside the customs. There are green forests and gangsters, there are many hills, and the ants in the camp are like the sea. Everyone can be a grass-headed king and come to the white mountains and black waters. It doesn’t matter how many ancestors there are. Kuo, although he only started his own business, these old methods are not very popular.

Only a long-legged old man or someone with expert guidance can understand the meaning:

Traveling alone to the end of the world, I have suffered all the dust and come here. When the golden dragon meets Taiji, the protector ascends the throne and sits on the Zen platform.

In addition to being a high-ranking member, this tea formation also had the implication of defection, which was why Jiang Lianheng was so surprised.

He walked to the tea table and sat down, but he saw a person coming across from him. He was in his mid-twenties, fair and clean, with fine skin and tender flesh, pink eyes, small parted hair, tall and straight roots, and lips like cinnabar. He looked like a gangster, and he clearly looked like an actor playing a leading role.

The two looked at each other and were silent for a moment.

Jiang Lianheng suddenly took the tea and drank it, then put the tea bowl back to its original place and asked in a low voice: "Wen Ting Pavilion?"

The man nodded silently.

"How to prove it?" Jiang Lianheng asked.

Wen Tingge thought for a while, then took out a silver dollar from his arms, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Jiang Lianheng.

Jiang Lianheng didn't know why. He looked down and saw that the silver dollar was different from other coins. Some idiot had cut off the edge of the silver dollar.

Wen Tingge's voice was very soft, but quite confident, "Tonight, on the edge of Nancheng, you can find a house and throw this silver dollar on the roof. Tomorrow morning, at the same time and at the same table, I will give it to you bring back."

Jiang Lianheng picked up the silver dollar on the table with great interest.

Since the other party dares to say such things, he will not cheat on the silver dollar, let alone make other marks. Otherwise, in the end, he will be the only one who will lose face and status.

"It's interesting."

Jiang Lianheng smiled and thought for a moment, then put the silver dollar back on the table and pushed it in front of Wen Tingge, "No need, since I understand the rules of the world, I want to test you, but it would be rude."

"It's up to you." Wen Tingge put the silver dollar back into his arms.

"Then I'll get straight to the point!" Jiang Lianheng put his hands on the edge of the table, "What do you mean by arranging a one-man battle?"

"I came to Fengtian for the first time, and I had nothing to do. I wanted to find a pier hanging post to eat."

“There’s no one here anymore?”

Wen Tingge chuckled, but said: "The hall is too small, doesn't understand the rules, and has no future."

"Then how can you be sure that you have a future with me?" Jiang Lianheng asked.

"I've heard about it." Wen Tingge said, "I came to Fengtian along the Beijing-Fengtian line last year, but the provincial capital was too chaotic at that time, and I was still recovering from my injuries, so I didn't stay there often. Besides, I saw you at the station yesterday and you looked like Do you know anyone from the military camp?”

"Hey! You were staring at me at the station?"

Wen Tingge shook his head, but said, "I'm targeting Boss Jia."

Jiang Lianheng put his arms on the table and raised his chin, "Can I ask why not?"

"Using my vines as a cover to steal medicinal materials from Shanfangtang and pretending to be someone else is a taboo in the world! I can't ignore this matter."

Jiang Lianheng nodded. Using someone else's name to act, whether for good or evil, would not be tolerated by anyone in the world.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Wen Tingge grinned and said, "Bring the medicinal materials back and give them a long memory."

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