Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

There is a different world behind the snack bar. In addition to several bedrooms with closed doors, there is also a room similar to a living room.

The room was large, with several bunk beds and some other furniture for daily use. The room was very tidy, with no clutter of beer bottles or the like.

Linghua was sitting on a folding stool. Behind her stood seven or eight ugly guys, all of them looking at Zeng Wangcai and his four companions warily.

"Please sit down!" Linghua pointed to another folding stool in front of her.

Zeng Wangcai sat down, with a square table between him and Linghua.

His line obviously didn't have much effect. Linghua didn't trust Zeng Wangcai just like a kidnapper. She let Zeng Wangcai in only because she was afraid of the fighting ability of Zeng Wangcai and his men.

The size of Chongqing Iron is very impactful!

"Spiritual flower..."

"You're so brave, boy! You called me Linghua too? Sister Hua!" A younger brother behind Linghua interrupted Zeng Wangcai.

This made Zeng Wangcai forget the words.

Honestly speaking, Zeng Wangcai could easily lose his composure in such a scene. Because he had watched too many Hong Kong movies and had experienced fighting on the battlefield, it was difficult for him to maintain a serious mood in such an occasion.

The most important thing is that Xiaobao is also a distraction.

Little Bao held a red rose in his hand and placed a fruit basket on the square table. He stood beside Zeng Wangcai, his eyes never leaving the magical flowers.

Okay, let’s change the negotiation to a blind date!

Zeng Wangcai skipped the name of Linghua and said, "First of all, we have no ill intentions. We really want to help you. We saw you fighting with Xi Goupan last night..."

The one who was slapped by Xiaobao almost cried when he heard this. You wanted to help, so you came out to help last night. Why are you hitting me? Look how you hit me. My face is swollen...

But he didn't dare to say anything. After all, it was not glorious for him as he pretended to be dead at the critical moment.

"This is my brother Zeng Bao, Yu Tie, Lin Fusheng, and Xie An!" Zeng Wangcai introduced his brothers one by one to show his sincerity, and then nodded, "Xiao Bao, things..."

"Oh oh oh..." Xiao Bao understood and quickly picked up the fruit basket, holding the rose in one hand, "Miss Linghua, this is a little gift for you. I hope you get well soon..."

When the younger brothers saw someone giving their elder sister roses, their faces turned green and their expressions were even more exaggerated than when they lost the fight last night.

They looked at Little Leopard strangely, then looked at Big Sister strangely, and for a moment they didn't know whether to scold or remain silent.

Linghua didn't feel good either. She had long noticed that there was something wrong with the way Xiaobao looked at her, like a wolf.

"Thank you very much!" Linghua was silent for a few seconds, then said expressionlessly, "I'll take the fruit basket, but forget about the flowers."

"Why? This is my gift, a blessing!"

"Blessings?" Linghua couldn't hold back her expression. "Bad boy, I've seen a lot of people like you, using your mouth and roses to deceive girls, but you have to understand who I am, Linghua. What kind of bad boys haven't I seen? I think you are here to make fun of me, Linghua, and what are you trying to do? Let him come out, don't think you can humiliate us just because you win, fight again, we must rob Temple Street..."

These words were spoken so quickly and urgently that Xiaobao, who could only understand a little Cantonese, was confused.

Although Xiaobao didn't understand, he could tell that Linghua's expression and attitude were not right, so he looked at his elder brother in confusion, "What did I do wrong?"

It’s a headache. One is a straight man and the other is a gangster. How can I be the matchmaker?

It wouldn’t be enough to tie iron chains on your feet!

"In our place, we only send flowers to two kinds of people!" Zeng Wangcai pinched his brows and explained calmly, "One is relatives, and the other is patients. Miss Linghua, please don't misunderstand."

Take it slow. It's really not appropriate to go too close to your face and open it wide right away.

Zeng Wangcai's explanation for the change in strategy made Linghua relax a little.

"We are not Xigoupan's people!" Zeng Wangcai continued to explain, "I think Miss Linghua has already seen where we are from. We are setting up a stall at the night market now. I saw your fight yesterday, really."

Linghua had indeed seen Zeng Wangcai and his like quite a few people, and considering Xiaobao's accent, she immediately believed half of what Zeng Wangcai said.

"Okay, I receive your kindness, thank you, Ayang, accept the flower!" Linghua decided to let the matter go first, without asking or talking about it, and wait until the brothers recovered their fighting strength.

The Ayang who was named was the younger brother who got beaten up.

Ah Yang didn't think much about it and went over to receive the flowers.

"Get lost!" Xiao Bao was furious. "You are a traitor, are you qualified to accept flowers? Go away..." Seeing that A Yang's face turned green, Xiao Bao let him go, walked to Ling Hua and handed her the flower. "Miss Ling Hua, this is for you. I wish you a speedy recovery!"

The spiritual flower froze. Should I accept it or not?

Zeng Wangcai almost burst out laughing when he saw this scene. He suddenly realized that hitting the straight ball without realizing it like Xiaobao might have different results.

Sure enough, Linghua used her intact arm to collect the bouquet of bright red roses.

"Thank you..." The two words "thank you" carry a great weight in Linghua's heart at this moment.

"hey-hey!"

After the flowers were given away, Xiao Bao felt relieved. He walked to stand beside his elder brother and continued to stare at the spiritual flowers.

The younger brothers were all stunned. Big sister...are you accepting roses?

The bloody blind date scene finally came to an end, and Zeng Wangcai felt a lot more relaxed.

"Miss Linghua, let me be frank." Zeng Wangcai talked about another purpose of coming here, and said bluntly, "Look, the five of us were soldiers before. Of course, we are not the killers in the Golden Triangle, but we are all good fighters. We are really here to help you. I see that you are not convinced and want to fight with Xigou. How about we five join together?"

"You want to hang out with me?" Linghua misunderstood.

"No, no, no, we're not being naughty!" Zeng Wangcai explained, "We're just helping you take over the territory. To be honest, we've offended Xi Gou Pan, and we don't want him to continue managing the night market, so we set up a stall in the night market to sell jewelry, and he wants to charge us 500 yuan for it."

"Haha, even if you join us, it won't work for now!" Linghua believed what Zeng Wangcai said. This kind of thing is actually very common in the night market. Most of the dishonest troublemakers will be dealt with. "We are not as good as Xigoupan in terms of manpower. We have too few brothers. I don't know where Xigoupan secretly found so many brothers. He agreed to only use people from his own gang. Forget it... Let's talk about it later. We need to recover from our injuries and can't fight for now."

This means that he has refused. Even if his injuries have healed, he will not fight unless the number of his subordinates catch up.

"Actually..." Zeng Wangcai frowned, "We are very good at fighting. In addition to selling jewelry, I also sell groceries. I can provide you with a batch of weapons support..."

"Stop!" Linghua said with a serious expression, "Who are you? Don't mess with me. We are just killing people. Do you know what killing people means? Brother, we don't touch arms..."

What the hell are these weapons? I have them, but I won’t give them to you!

Zeng Wangcai was speechless: "Misunderstood, the weapon I mentioned is not a munition, but a stick..."

A baton, a high-quality baton with a ball bearing, is definitely more powerful than a machete. A cut made by a machete is just a superficial injury that can be healed with healing.

But it is different with a baton. If you hit the target accurately and hard, internal injuries and broken bones are possible.

"Stick, stick... Actually, we have our own sticks, so we don't need your help...