I, the Judge of the Underworld, Will Determine Life and Death with a Piece of Paper!

Chapter 3

　　I saw Wang Yifan pointing at Old Man Li's nose and saying old-fashioned.

　　"I said, Lao Li, don't be with me with the mud, you can't control the affairs of our Zhao family!"

　　Old Man Li was taken aback for a moment.

　　Wang Yifan's tone and actions are exactly the same as Zhao Shutang.

　　He patted his thigh.

　　"Hey! Brother Zhao, why don't you listen to advice!"

　　"Listen to advice?"

　　Wang Yifan raised his eyebrows.

　　"If you listened to my advice back then, don't climb the train to pick up coal ash, can I carry a stretcher with Director Liu, carry you a dozen miles away, and take you to the hospital?"

　　Hearing this, Old Man Li was completely stunned.

　　When he was young, he and Zhao Shutang were both power plant workers.

　　At that time, the family was poor, and thermal power plants often had reloaded trains that transported coal, so they would go up to pick up some coal ash and go home to make a fire.

　　Once it was freezing cold, and ice froze on the train.

　　I have to go up and pick up more cinders.

　　No matter how Zhao Shutang persuaded him, he could not persuade him.

　　As a result, the roof of the car was slippery, and he scraped a lot of soot, and accidentally fell off the roof.

　　This time, he broke his leg directly.

　　It was Director Liu, who was called by Zhao Shutang to the security department. The two walked a dozen miles against the cold wind in the winter before sending him to the city hospital.

　　If you do the math, it must be at least forty years.

　　Don't say it's a descendant of the yard.

　　Even the old people in the original factory, few remember.

　　At this moment, he completely believed that the person in front of him was Zhao Shutang!

　　Thinking of this, Old Man Li suddenly wiped away tears.

　　"Brother Zhao, you are really back!"

　　"Oh, how much grievance did you suffer before you went to sue you!"

　　Wang Yifan slapped his thigh.

　　A wry smile.

　　"The family is unfortunate, let you see a joke, brother!"

　　At this time, the middle-aged man in his thirties behind the crowd also stood up.

　　"Master Zhao, do you still recognize me?"

　　Wang Yifan smiled slightly: "Tang Jixiong, you little boy, you grew up in the family dean when you were young, how could I still not know you!"

　　Hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled.

　　"Master Zhao, you're back! I'm going to cut a fruit for you, just cut your favorite mango!"

　　Hearing this, Wang Yifan's hand paused in the air.

　　He smiled slightly: "You Tang child, you are still very scheming. Knowing that the old man is allergic to mangoes, you have to feed me mangoes. Do you think it is not easy for me to come to the world?"

　　This sentence is finished.

　　Tang Jixiong's face also changed.

　　"Master Zhao, it's really you!"

　　Tears streamed down his cheeks as he spoke.

　　"Master Zhao, my parents were injured at work in the factory, and I am the only one left in the family. I grew up eating hundreds of family meals."

　　"You take care of me the most, and give me money to help me go to school!"

　　"I went out to do business this time, and it took me half a year to come back. I didn't expect you to be old, so...you just left!"

　　Saying that, he took out two bottles of Maotai from behind.

　　"This is the Maotai I specially bought for you. How about we both have another cup today?"

　　When they saw one old man and one young man, they all believed that it was the old man Zhao who came back to life.

　　This time, the voices in the corridor were even louder.

　　"God! Today can be regarded as an increase of knowledge!"

　　"The first seven are still alive, and Mr. Zhao is really back!"

　　Just when everyone was buzzing, Wang Yifan waved his hand.

　　Xiao Tang, since you still recognize your master Zhao, then you can go into the house and move me a chair into the yard.

　　"By the way, go to the next courtyard and call my boss!"

　　"I'm running out of time, I have something to explain!"

　　Hearing this, Tang Jixiong nodded again and again.

　　"I'm going, I'm going!"

　　Now it's a matter of ghosts and gods, how dare he delay.

　　In this way, he took out an old rattan chair from Zhao's house and put it on the small square downstairs in the dormitory.

　　Then he turned around and called the driver, and quickly ran towards the next dormitory building.

　　Many neighbors followed him downstairs.

　　Soon, the first seven things about Mr. Zhao's revival.

　　It spread throughout the compound.

　　Wang Yifan sat on a rattan chair in the courtyard.

　　And around, more and more people were watching.

　　It felt as if the entire electricity dormitory had come over.

　　Ten minutes passed.

　　Suddenly there was a shout from behind the crowd.

　　"Get out of the way, get out of the way, the boss of the Zhao family is here!"

　　I saw a gap in the crowd.

　　A pair of men and women in their fifties rushed over in a hurry.

　　It is different from the bitter and mean image of the second son and daughter-in-law.

　　The eldest son, in a set of starched and whitish shirts, looked the honest and capable type.

　　He walked through the crowd and looked at the young man sitting on the wicker chair in the yard.

　　The spirit suddenly became a little stunned.

　　He recognized the rattan chair.

　　his home!

　　He did not recognize the young man on the rattan chair.

　　Must be an outsider!

　　However, from the young man's actions to his demeanor.

　　He felt it.

　　this young man.

　　It's his father! .

Chapter 4

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