Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

Arriving at the pigeon market, seeing the manager regaining his servile smile, Zhang Xingwang felt that the two old brothers must have given up on their dream of becoming a master. At least they looked much more normal this time.

Ignoring the fact that he started chattering to the steward when they met, he just said that he wanted to talk to Third Master. After a while, Third Master came slowly with square steps. It was rare that Third Master didn't use any weird tricks this time, so Zhang Xingwang was relieved. It seemed that the two old brothers had finally let it go.

Unexpectedly, the Third Master walked up to them and didn't even look at Zhang Xingwang and the steward. He acted like a hermit, looked up at the hazy moon in the sky, frowned, and didn't say anything for a long time. Zhang Xingwang looked at the steward with a confused face. He wanted to ask the Third Master if he was angry, but when he saw the same expression on the steward and the Third Master, he was immediately depressed. He opened his mouth but was unable to complain.

Just when Zhang Xingwang couldn't help but speak, he heard the deep voice of the Third Master:

"With your skills, you shouldn't go to the black market."

The damn martial arts style appeared again. It turned out that San Ye's martial arts dream was not fulfilled. This sentence was said but it seemed like it was not said. It made me wait for a long time in vain.

Before I could open my mouth to defend myself, I heard the deep and powerful voice of the Third Master again:

"If you want to look respectable, you can't have mud on your shoes."

Zhang Xingwang's face was full of question marks. The hero always spoke so concisely and liked people to guess. He must let the Third Master change this habit. Then, while the Third Master was distracted, he quickly interrupted and said:

"Third Master, I came here mainly to thank you for taking such a long trip."

After hearing this, the Third Master stopped looking at the moon and turned around to slowly approach Zhang Xingwang. His face was filled with solemnity and sharp eyes. The atmosphere was full. He pointed at Zhang Xingwang with his pipe and said to him seriously:

"Everyone knows you're mine... no need to thank me..."

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Zhang Xingwang watched the domineering performance of the Third Master, and thought that if he didn't explain it clearly, what would happen next time the Third Master changed to a wall-dong? His mind raced, thinking that he had to say something to save the situation, so he quickly took two steps back and said stumblingly:

"Hey... Hey... Third Master... Is it possible that I am your close friend regardless of age difference?"

The Third Master didn't reply, but his frown and impatient eyes clearly said: You are such a troublemaker.

"It's a big difference. Anyway, this sentence must be changed. If it doesn't work, then you can tell me how we can work together."

After listening to this, the Third Master was silent for a while, then nodded, with a little relief in his eyes, and picked up his pipe and prepared to laugh.

Zhang Xingwang quickly stopped the Third Master before he could laugh, and quickly reached behind him, took out three bottles of wine, handed them to the Third Master solemnly, and said:

"Third Master, I have a few more doses of medicine for you. This is what my master gave me when he left. It has some effect on strengthening my body. I will give you two doses. Otherwise, I would be really sorry. It's just that you will lose your appetite after taking this medicine."

Zhang Xingwang thought that after all, the other party had really worked hard and was even prepared to "fight to the death" for him, and what he had done was obviously beyond the scope of their interests. He had to acknowledge the favor and do what was necessary.

It can be regarded as a kind of alternative compensation. Otherwise, if something happens in the future, no one will help you. Anyway, it is just medicine, not the prescription.

After hearing this, San Ye immediately hung his pipe around his waist, the smile on his face was harder to suppress than AK. He stretched out his slightly trembling hands, solemnly took the bottle, his eyes full of longing, and finally couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth, unconsciously revealing a smile like a god of war.

Then he kept staring at the dark medicine inside. When the manager wanted to come forward to study it together, the Third Master ran away holding the bottle, completely destroying the originally serious and harmonious atmosphere. Halfway through the run, he suddenly remembered something and turned around and said to the manager:

"Don't forget what I just said to my little brother. We are now in the same group."

Then, under the steward's resentful gaze, he disappeared in a flash.

The manager wanted to chase him, but then he remembered his old cold legs and could only sigh. This time the relationship between the two brothers was obviously broken. Then the manager could only turn around and look at Zhang Xingwang eagerly, as if he was looking at a scumbag.

Zhang Xingwang looked at the two people's performance and felt that he seemed to have done something he shouldn't have done again. He could only helplessly say to the steward:

"Third Master, you just talked for a long time, but I didn't quite understand. Please explain it to me. And don't look at me like that. You must have a share of the potion too."

After hearing this, the manager instantly regained his servility and spent an hour analyzing his understanding of the meaning to Zhang Xingwang with exaggeration.

To put it bluntly, San Ye actually wanted to tell Zhang Xingwang that as a "master", he would have a bright future ahead of him and there was no need to take risks in the black market. No matter whether you bought or sold anything, as long as you were caught, it would be a stain.

No one cares whether you have done it or not. They will just use this nonsense to attack you and label you unfavorably, which will be very detrimental to your future development.

If there is anything you need or want, ask someone to do it for you instead of doing it yourself.

Later, Zhang Xingwang suggested that he could team up with the Third Master, and the Third Master agreed. So from today on, the Third Master is no longer simply protecting you, but the two sides have become a gang.

He also patted Zhang Xingwang's arm and said flatteringly that when he went out in the future, he could also use the banner of the Third Master of Pigeon City, or he could barely say that he was the third in command of Pigeon City.

If you need to run errands for Zhang Xingwang in the future, just come and find the manager. You can rest assured that your own people will do the job.

After listening to the steward's story, Zhang Xingwang finally realized that he had negotiated with the Third Master without realizing it and had also integrated resources.

Strictly speaking, I actually formed a TM with San Ye. San Ye's martial arts style and the manager's imagination are too outrageous.

Simply put, the pigeon market needs Zhang Xingwang's "craftsmanship" and Zhang Xingwang needs manpower in the pigeon market. Isn't this similar to the offerings in the novel? Zhang Xingwang finally figured it out. Although he was dissatisfied with the title of "Little Third Master", he still asked the steward with expectation:

"If that's the case, can you still give me some thanks?"

After hearing this, the manager raised his hand and pointed in the direction where the Third Master left. He then stretched out a finger and shook it left and right at Zhang Xingwang, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

Then, looking at Zhang Xingwang's increasingly hostile eyes, he said slowly:

"Third Master didn't say anything, and you two didn't mention it just now."

"Why don't you go back and ask."

"What's there to ask? We are in a market and there is no need for violence. Let's talk about it when there is a chance."

Then he gave Zhang Xingwang a look that said "You think too much".

After a long time, with Zhang Xingwang hesitant to speak, he ran away with his arms and legs spread out, holding the "body-strengthening" Chinese medicine and without looking back.