Boss Che was obviously old and cunning, his eyes rolled around twice and looked at Wan Feng vigilantly: "What do you want him for?"

Wan Feng was a little puzzled, how popular is Qi Guangli in this village, so there is no need to be so vigilant, right?

"I'm his friend and I came to ask him for help."

"Ask him to help you fight?" Boss Che's words surprised Wan Feng, but luckily he didn't have glasses.

Based on these two sentences, Wan Feng probably knew Qi Guangli's influence in Dabanqiao Village. How many battles did this guy fight before the people in his village immediately reacted to fight.

"No, ask him to help with something serious."

The owner of the car hesitated for a moment and turned his head to point to the village: "Go straight along this street, there is a well in front and there is a crossroads, go north to the back street and there is a house with two big elm trees at the door and three small grasses. house, that is Qi Guangli's house."

After Wan Feng thanked him, he followed the route instructed by the owner of the car. Sure enough, he saw a well in the village. He followed the well northward and finally came to a house with two big elm trees at the door.

Chapter 341 If You Are Shit, Why Would You Find You

A stone wall more than one meter high surrounds three small thatched cottages. The thatched cottages have experienced countless winds and rains, giving Wan Feng a feeling of crumbling.

The only thing that is pleasing to the eye is the autumn cabbage in the yard, which is growing well.

A wooden door with a few wooden boards and nails was crookedly closed, and it looked like there was no one in the house.

"You two wait outside for a while, I'll go in and take a look." Wan Feng ordered, and entered the yard alone.

Because the door of the house was closed, Wan Feng didn't dare to go in, so don't be caught as a thief by the people of Daban Village, it would be embarrassing.

Wan Feng went to the east and west room and leaned over the window to look in, but there was no one in the east room.

Turning to the west room again, I saw a person on the kang in the west room sleeping soundly with his head inwards covered by a ragged blanket.

Southern Liaoning is all about the southern kang, so Wan Feng can see the people sleeping on the kang at close range.

It was Qi Guangli.

Wan Feng and Qi Guangli met only once, that time during the summer vacation when Qi Guangli's nephew of Hangou made trouble and was repaired by Xiao Jun because he had no money to read. Two yuan and two packs of cigarettes are enough.

Even though he only met Qi Guangli once, he still remembered Qi Guangli. At that time, he had a premonition that Qi Guangli might be of some use in the future.

Wan Feng knocked on the window, several times before Qi Guangli opened his eyes in a daze.

The guy probably didn't recognize Wan Feng, and asked in a rough voice, "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for you."

Qi Guangli sat up suddenly and took a good look at Wan Feng, who seemed to be lost in thought.

He only felt that Wan Feng looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

Qi Guangli put on his clothes, walked out of the house with his shoes on, and stood at the door yawning.

"People are busy with the autumn harvest, but you are sleeping at home at this time, I think you are really beaten lightly."

Qi Guangli's yawn was held back by Wan Feng's words, and he looked at Wan Feng sullenly: "Do you know what the consequences of talking to me like this are? The last person who dared to teach me a lesson is still on crutches."

"You want the God of Wealth to use a cane? I don't think there is anyone in the world with more money than you."

Qi Guangli touched Wan Feng's words: "The God of Wealth? You mean you are the God of Wealth?"

"You don't look like me? Do you remember who I am?"

Qi Guangli shook his head: "It looks familiar, but I don't remember who you are, who are you?"

"Remember when you went to Gushan to smash Xiao Jun's stall during the summer vacation?"

Qi Guangli looked at Wan Feng carefully: "Are you the guy who gave money to my nephew?"

"It's okay, it's not all shit in my head."

"Is it you? I don't think you were so tall at that time? You seemed to be here at my place at that time."

Qi Guangli gesticulated on his shoulder: "It seems to be in my ear now."

"People change. Yesterday and today are different. If you don't grow up, it doesn't mean I don't grow up."

"What are you looking for me for?"

"I want to talk to you."

"Talk about what?"

"Make you rich."

"Make me rich? You're not joking, are you?" Qi Guangli pouted.

"You don't plan to let me stand and talk to you, do you? It's fine if you don't have a glass of water, why don't you even have a stool?"

Qi Guangli turned around and pulled two stools over.

Wan Feng sat down and took out a box of Jiang Fan, took out one from the box and handed it to Qi Guangli.

"Smoking Jiang Fan, that's amazing."

"I've already said that I'm the God of Wealth, so smoking Jiang Fan is nothing." He took out a copper lighter from his pocket and lit it for himself, then threw the lighter to Qi Guangli.

Qi Guangli took the lighter, and instead of lighting a cigarette, he looked over and over at the raised pattern on the lighter.

It was a beautiful woman in a bikini, but it was a pity that she couldn't see her face clearly because she was too small.

This lighter was bought by Wan Feng from Fang Hongqiu. He bought 5000 yuan at one time, so it was not a problem to ask for two lighters.

He asked for more than a dozen lighters, almost calling Fang Hongqiu.

The lighter was given to my grandfather, my brother-in-law, Zhang Hai, and the future Master Taishan, and left Wanfeng at home.

Of course, none of the lighters given to them had beautiful women on them, they were all flowers and grass.

If you give grandpa a lighter with such a beautiful woman, he will be beaten if you don't do it. He is not so stupid.

"This is the first time I see such a lighter, how much is this lighter?"

"Ten yuan, you want to give you a [-]% discount."

Qi Guangli didn't know how much the [-]% discount was, but he knew he couldn't afford it, so he lit the cigarette and reluctantly returned the lighter to Wan Feng.

"I want to know how you are doing in Qingshan Town?" It's time to get to the point.

"Why are you asking this?"

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