Siheyuan: After being robbed of her marriage, she married Zheng Juan backhandedly

Yi Zhonghai fell silent.

When Xu Weijun came to visit suddenly, he had already guessed this possibility, but when Xu Weijun really asked, he was still full of emotions.

After all, paper can't contain fire.

"Master?"

Yi Zhonghai's reaction made Xu Weijun's heart sink to the bottom of the sea.

He smiled miserably: "I always thought it was just an accident, but I didn't expect it to be a conspiracy. Master, who is it?"

Yi Zhonghai still didn't speak.

"Master, there are three children in my family, and my father has been hospitalized in poor health. Do you know what that accident means to me!"

Xu Weijun's eyes gradually turned scarlet, and his face became ferocious, "It means that our family may not be able to survive. I just want to know who caused me such misery!"

Yi Zhonghai raised his head, seeing the scorching anger and hatred in his eyes, his heart shivered slightly.

But he also understood that if Xu Weijun knew about this, it would not be difficult to find out who it was.

Sighing, he said three words: "Cheng Zhiguo."

Xu Weijun was puzzled at first, and then his face was full of astonishment.

He'd thought about a lot of people, but just not this one.

He even thought about it for a few seconds before he remembered who Cheng Zhiguo was.

"Cheng Zhiguo... just because I have troubled him a few times?" He said in disbelief.

Didn't he just add some tasks to his team, and then criticize him a few times, did he do such an amazing job?
It took Xu Weijun a long time to recover, and at the same time he understood why Yi Zhonghai didn't take the initiative to tell him before, even when he asked, he hesitated.

Because this incident started because of him, Yi Zhonghai.

He clenched his fists tightly.

"It's because you made him trouble a few times." Yi Zhonghai knew what he was thinking, "But compared to you, I was dealt with worse."

Xu Weijun raised his head and looked at him suspiciously.

But his pupils widened immediately: "You mean..."

He had heard about Yi Zhonghai's current situation, but he always felt that it was because Yi Zhonghai was just as unlucky as himself.

But if it's also contrived...

At this moment, he actually felt his scalp go numb.

Cheng Zhiguo, that kid, a fifth-level worker, has such terrifying abilities and such powerful means?
Yi Zhonghai sighed and said: "Now you know why I don't want to tell you, I'm afraid you won't let it go and continue to trouble him. I think you know how much the martensitic steel he made has contributed to the factory, but Don't take such a big credit, just to clean up us, such a person, to be honest, do you think we can deal with it?"

Although they have been punished miserably now, at least they can survive.

If it's like Jia Zhang's, it's too late to regret it.

"But that's all?"

Xu Weijun was not reconciled. He used to be the deputy director of the workshop of a state-owned enterprise, but now he became a vagrant, not to mention a joke in everyone's eyes.

It's fine if he doesn't know the truth of the matter, but since he knows, how can he just let it go.

"Even if he is really so scary, so what, I have nothing now, am I afraid of losing something?"

He stood up and walked out, "Master, Cheng Zhiguo is indeed ruthless, but you have to know that after a person is cornered, he can also be desperate."

"I will definitely make him pay the price!"

"Guards."

Yi Zhonghai yelled twice, seeing that Xu Weijun didn't look back, he frowned deeply.

After going out, he glanced at Jia's house, Xu Weijun didn't go in, but walked out of the courtyard.

Just like Yi Zhonghai used him as a gunman before, Jia Xudong probably didn't have good intentions when he told him the truth.

If a paralytic can deal with Cheng Zhiguo, there's no need to wait until now.

All he can rely on is himself.

……

Zhengyang Gate in Sijiu City is also called Qianmenlouzi and Daqianmen.

The Zhengnan Gate of the inner city during the Ming and Qing dynasties was also one of the "Nine Gates of the Capital". Even in later generations, it is also one of the most prosperous places in the Sijiu City.

However, today's Zhengyangmen is still dominated by black and white tones, rice field-like courtyards are piled up, and bicycles come and go.

Cheng Zhiguo took half a day off and came to a nearby alley with two jars of wine in hand.

Walking into a courtyard house, I saw a gray-haired old man in his eighties drinking tea leisurely in the courtyard, and a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old next to him was reading a book of Ming History.

This old man is exactly Cheng Zhiguo's target this time.

"Master Guan."

The Admiral of the Nine Gates, Uncle Guan, is a descendant of the Chongyangmen tax official, so he is jokingly called the Admiral of the Nine Gates, but his real ability is antique appreciation.

Cheng Zhiguo also knew the young man next to him, Han Chunming, who was later called the "Trash King" in the collection industry.

"Is something wrong?"

Mr. Guan raised his eyelids and asked calmly.

Han Chunming wanted to look up, but he hit his head with a fan: "Read carefully."

"I'll bring you two jars of wine to taste."

Cheng Zhiguo put the wine aside, but did not explain the purpose.

But there is nothing to be courteous about, how can Old Master Guan not know his true thoughts, and said angrily: "It's not good, take it away!"

Han Chunming curled his lips secretly, no one in Zhengyangmen knows that Uncle Guan is good at wine and fun.

"An old thing from our Forty-Nine City."

Cheng Zhiguo sat down familiarly, opened the cloth that sealed the wine, and a strong aroma of wine permeated the entire yard in an instant.

Grandpa Guan opened his eyes sharply and took a long breath.

Han Chunming's eyes also straightened.

"Osmanthus brew?"

"Correct."

Cheng Zhiguo pointed to the teacup on the table and asked, "Have some?"

"A waste of money!" He slapped Han Chunming again, and said, "Go get the wine glass."

Han Chunming rushed into the room, and quickly took out a set of wine glasses, some made of jade and some made of ceramics. At first glance, they looked extraordinary, probably worth more than all Cheng Zhiguo's possessions.

Of course, not in the system.

If you really want to think about it, the things in the system are just like these antiques, which are hard to find and have a price but no market.

Han Chunming took out three wine glasses and looked at Cheng Zhiguo expectantly.

After Cheng Zhiguo filled three cups, he first served them to Mr. Guan respectfully, and then impatiently picked up another cup and drank it down in one gulp.

"Hiss, good wine!"

Mr. Guan was not as impatient as he was. He took a sip slowly and narrowed his eyes.

"It's really good!" The fragrance on the lips and teeth is full of stamina. After taking a sip, the whole person is refreshed.

It was better than he imagined, he said unexpectedly: "Are you Lao Guitou's apprentice?"

Without Lao Guitou's personal teaching, such authentic osmanthus wine cannot be brewed.

Cheng Zhiguo nodded: "If the old man likes it, I will send two jars every week from now on."

"Old Guitou has successors." Mr. Guan said pointedly, "Unfortunately, so do I."

It means no more apprentices.

Then he pointed to the wine jar: "This skill is enough for you to live comfortably in the future."