The years when I was an old man

Anyang spoke harshly.

It has already made the buck-toothed man shake like chaff.

Looking at Anyang, he was about to speak.

Suddenly, Liu Zhiheng went up with a kick.

This kick was extremely hard, and it was in the stomach of the buck-toothed man.

With a "plop", the buck-toothed man was kicked to the ground.

"Tell me, where are your friends?"

The buck-toothed man curled up on the ground, clutching his abdomen in pain.

After a while, he said:

"I don't have an accomplice. I was hired by someone two thousand a day. The person who hired me is in the hotel on the front street!"

Without saying a word, Liu Zhiheng abruptly pulled the buck-toothed man up.

"Get up, take me to the person who hired you now!"

With that said, Liu Zhiheng turned his head to look at Anyang, and said:

"Anyang, I'm going to catch the person who hired him now. I'll take care of this matter, so you can rest assured. Oh, yes. Let someone book a better restaurant. Let's hold a celebration party for the sixth day of the first day... "

With that said, Liu Zhiheng took people away.

As soon as he moved, I suddenly opened my mouth and said:

"Mr. Liu, why bother you to go in person for such a trivial matter?"

Before I finished speaking, Liu Zhiheng laughed and said with a sigh:

"Hey, I can't go if I don't go. A woman in Anyang, this kind of black work of beating and killing, I should do it..."

I shook my head again and again.

"No, no, no. Mr. Liu, you misunderstood me. I didn't say to let Mr. An go. What I mean is, I have already brought you..."

what?

Liu Zhiheng was stunned for a moment.

Even Anyang looked at me with surprise and some disbelief.

"Mr. Chu, no wonder Sister Lan keeps calling you Master Chu Liu. It seems that it is really not flattery. How do you know who hired him? Where is he?"

I took out my phone and called Brother Zhou.

"Come up!"

Hang up the phone for a while.

I saw Brother Zhou walking in with a group of people, escorting a man in his forties.

Seeing this man, I couldn't help frowning.

The man's face was covered in blood, bloody and bloody.

It seems that this brother Zhou has all the anger of losing money on this man.

"Brother Zhou? What's going on?"

Both Anyang and Liu Zhiheng knew this brother Zhou.

Liu Zhiheng's voice fell.

Brother Zhou snorted coldly and said:

"What's going on? Brother Chu Liu and I helped you catch cheaters, shouldn't you give me some explanation?"

Liu Zhiheng's expression was a little anxious.

But he still nodded and said:

"Yes, I must. Thank you, Brother Zhou. Leave this person to me..."

"Wait a moment!"

Brother Zhou stopped him, Liu Zhiheng, pointed at this man, and asked:

"Tell me what you said to me just now!"

The man's mouth was covered with blood, and his eyes were swollen with only a gap left.

Drooping his head, he said weakly:

"I, I'm Liu Zhiheng's cousin. It's him. He asked me to hire people from other places. Use a belt to make money in the venue..."

"Fart! I don't know you!"

Liu Zhiheng's face was ashen, but he still shouted loudly.

I sat aside and smoked a cigarette, watching this scene with cold eyes.

In fact, from the time I came to this scene, I started to catch thousands of cases.

I just feel that something is not right.

So many strangers, get up and leave after winning 10,000+.

No one loves to fight, no one comes again.

This situation is too abnormal.

But at that time, I still only suspected that this was a team outing, and I didn't consider the insider.

But when that gangster took the initiative to provoke me, it started.

I feel more and more that there must be an inner ghost in this case.

Because there are only two people who know that I am here.

One is Anyang, and the other is Liu Zhiheng.

Anyang is the major shareholder, she can rule it out.

The rest is Liu Zhiheng.

Then go through what happened in the past two days, his attitude towards me, and his way of wanting me to leave Fengtian immediately.

I am even more sure that the ghost is him.

"Zhiheng, don't blame me. I really can't stand their torture, otherwise I wouldn't tell you..."

As the blood man spoke, tears flowed from the gaps in his eyes.

"Liu Zhiheng! You fucking eat the inside out!"

Anyang was furious, she stood up abruptly.

I can feel that Liu Zhiheng is still very scared of the angry Anyang.He hastened to explain:

"Anyang, listen to my explanation..."

How to deal with whether Anyang listens or not.It has nothing to do with me.

Anyway, man I've caught.

Next step, just reward me with money.

I smoked a cigarette and went straight downstairs.

I don't want to see their internal strife anymore.

On the road at night, I walked for a while.

In my mind, I still think about everything about Harbin.

Especially Mr. Zou's sentence, can he survive the first day of the new year?

I don't understand why Mr. Zou reminded me.

I can't even figure out who is going to attack me.

was thinking.

Suddenly, I heard slight footsteps behind me.

I have practiced hearing and eyesight since I was a child.

Although the footsteps were subtle, I could hear them clearly.

I stopped immediately and looked back.

I saw him on a bench by the side of the road behind him.

A man in his 50s is opening his backpack.

Take out a quaint lute from inside.

Then, holding the pipa, he began to play and sing:

"Winter snow flutters and the east wind blows, and the east wind blows and the moon shines brightly in winter.

The winter moon shines on my west window and it's cold, it's better to listen to my pipa.

A song and a wine, a blue wave and a language.

A slave loves to come to a man who wants to, Yin and Yang are separated and difficult to meet.

Hate lingering, tearful, not seeing the sun and the moon misty.

Once the fate is exhausted and the day of parting is gone, the lovesickness will never meet again for the rest of my life.

Good luck tricks people through the ages, but they have no choice but to live in the fate of the world.

If people ask me who am I?An old man playing the pipa randomly. "

This person's style of music is simple and melodious.It's just that in this libretto, there is a helplessness of unknown world affairs.

However, what surprised me even more.

It was already late at night, but the man was still wearing sunglasses.

I have always stayed away from such perverse behavior.

Just as he was about to lift his leg to leave, the man suddenly said:

"Walk half your life in all corners of the country, not relying on relatives or friends. Three points and four corners are not too little, throw two copper coins and listen!"

I was slightly startled.

The incision this person mentioned belongs to the incision of hanging the sub-door.

The so-called hanging submen is a trade in the past, where people used martial arts to make a living.

Hanging door is further divided into pointed hanging door and fishy hanging door.

Jianhangzi refers to the real kung fu with unique skills.

And Xinghangzi refers to the fake kung fu that is put on airs.

Hanging sub-doors are divided into four types: branching, pulling, poking and pointing.

Zhi refers to bodyguards.

La refers to the boxer who takes care of the house.

Poking refers to setting up venues and teaching kung fu.

The point refers to those who put on a show.

Say something off topic.

Anyone who likes Mr. Guo Degang knows that his fans call him "Old and Troop".

Many people think that this is based on the phrase "always love peace" in Mr. Guo's cross talk.

Actually, no.

In the past, anyone who wandered the rivers and lakes was called "Lao He".

And cross talk is originally a business in the rivers and lakes, belonging to the "Tuan" sect among the eight sects of Ming Dynasty.

If you listen carefully to Mr. Guo's cross talk, there are actually a lot of slang words in the Spring Festival.

As soon as I heard the person tell the opening of the hanging sub-door, I walked over.

He took out 200 yuan and quietly put it aside.

Then, turn around and leave.

Unexpectedly, this person immediately said another sentence:

"Lao Heben insists on being a disciple, and a little song is worth a thousand gold. Just two small pieces of paper, how can we talk about a family in Jianghu?"

I heard it and couldn't help but find it funny.

The man said he was not a beggar.

I listened to a little song by him, and it was too little to give two hundred.