When Zhang Yuan and his servants walked into the casino, they could only feel the noise in their ears.
The gambling den is full of people and it is dark and dark day and night. It is really not easy to find people here.
However, it was easy to find Gao Xiaoliu. He was the one shining brightly in the darkness.
"Don't argue, don't argue, I will definitely win this one -"
Gao Xiaoliu almost threw himself on the table, holding money in one hand.
"I push all-in—"
But the hand failed to fall, and the person was grabbed up.
During this delay, the dice on the opposite side rolled. Gao Xiaoliu stared at it, widened his eyes, and let out a scream.
"Big, yes big, I won." He shouted.
The gamblers nearby laughed loudly, "Master Liu, you haven't placed your bet yet."
Only then did Gao Xiaoliu come back to his senses. His eyes turned red when he saw his hand being grabbed and pulled up: "Which grandson——"
He turned around and saw a gloomy face, an official robe, a sword, and the guards surrounding him.
"Zhang Yuan?" he shouted, not calling him Uncle Zhang anymore. He was anxious and angry, "What are you doing? You made me lose money."
Zhang Yuan said: "If you keep pressing, you won't win. You are famous for losing in every bet. It has nothing to do with me."
Gao Xiaoliu clutched his chest and was out of breath: "Nonsense, I have won a few times." Looking at Zhang Yuan again, he suddenly thought of something, "You come...? Another person died in my Fairy Tower?"
The fact that a scholar in Huixian Tower was hanged was already known to everyone, and the gamblers were no exception. When the gamblers surrounding heard this, they suddenly started making noises.
"Dead again?"
"Gao Xiaoliu, you are going to get rich again!"
"Gao Xiaoliu, you have been very lucky recently. Is it because someone died in your restaurant?"
Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand and pulled Gao Xiaoliu away. Gao Xiaoliu, who was tall and thin and light and fluttering, screamed and was pulled out and escorted into the room prepared by the steward, isolated from the hustle and bustle.
"Stop making jokes with me." Zhang Yuan said with a solemn face, raised his hand and shook out a piece of paper, "Have you seen this person?"
There is a portrait drawn on the paper.
Gao Xiaoliu stepped forward and looked carefully.
He looked at it so seriously that a guard couldn't help but ask: "Have you seen him before?"
Gao Xiaoliu raised his hand to signal not to disturb him, and continued to look at it, frowning, thinking, nodding thoughtfully, and then shaking his head.
This serious look made Zhang Yuan not bother him, until Gao Xiaoliu's look was really endless——
"You kid, stop pretending to me." Zhang Yuan grabbed his shoulder, "Have you seen him before?"
Gao Xiaoliu groaned and struggled: "I'm thinking carefully. I remember all the people who have won my money over the years. Without this person, the people who lost to me are just the few people today. I haven't seen them clearly yet.
Their faces, let me distinguish them again——"
Zhang Yuan pinned this bastard to the spot and shouted: "Gao Xiaoliu, who asked you to identify the gambler? I'm asking you, have you seen this person in Huixian Tower?"
"Zhang Yuan!" Gao Xiaoliu also shouted, very angry, "Look where I am now? I am here every day, how do I know who is in Huixian Tower!"
This is true. Zhang Yuan glanced at Gao Xiaoliu and then at the steward of the gambling house.
"Sixth Master has reserved a room with us." The steward said hurriedly, and smiled coquettishly, "He also bought shares, so he is half the owner."
He had so much money that he had no place to spend it. He bought half a casino for gambling and then lost money there. Zhang Yuan looked at Gao Xiaoliu. They all grew up in the capital. Gao Xiaoliu had a reputation as a playboy.
I have heard it since I was a child, but every time I interact with a kid, I am speechless.
Gao Xiaoliu asked: "Who is this? Is he the person who died in our store?" He put his hands on his hips and said, "This is someone who clearly has a grudge against our Huixianlou. He comes here to die every day and ruins our business. I want to
Go and sue the official—"
Zhang Yuan put the portrait away and said, "Tell your father to go ahead and sue the official."
After saying that, he turned around and left, followed by the officers who followed him.
Behind him, Gao Xiaoliu was angrily nagging the manager of the casino to sue the government, thinking that someone deliberately died in his shop because of his good luck, and made trouble with him: "They just don't want me to win money."
In order to prevent you from winning money, it wouldn't be a big deal if someone deliberately sought death. The manager of the casino smiled with a smile on his lips, and it was hard to refute. After all, this was half the owner's family.
Just as he was listening to Gao Xiaoliu's nonsense, he saw Zhang Yuan walking towards the door, turning around suddenly and rushing back.
Before the steward and Gao Xiaoliu could react, Zhang Yuan leaned over and lifted up Gao Xiaoliu's robe——
Gao Xiaoliu screamed, "Indecent -"
The steward didn't know whether he was frightened by the scream or frightened by Zhang Yuan's actions.
Is this really indecent?
"Why are you wearing straw sandals?" Zhang Yuan grabbed Gao Xiaoliu's robe, ignored his screams, and pointed at his exposed legs and feet and asked coldly.
The steward looked down and saw Gao Xiaoliu's gold-threaded silver trousers, moire-patterned pearl-trimmed socks, and a pair of straw sandals.
Straw sandals.
These straw sandals are only worn by lowly and poor people.
Why does this libertine in the capital, who wears gold and silver and sits on mountains of gold and silver, mistaking money for money, wear straw sandals?
Zhang Yuan looked at Gao Xiaoliu and asked again: "Gao Xiaoliu, why are you wearing straw sandals?"
"What's wrong with me wearing straw sandals?" Gao Xiaoliu raised his foot and almost kicked the tip of Zhang Yuan's nose. "My father has always taught me to be diligent and thrifty in running a household. Can't I show my filial piety by wearing straw sandals?"
Zhang Yuan looked at the straw sandals close to the tip of his nose, stretched out his hand to grab them, and froze slightly. These straw sandals were not straw sandals at all.
Light flashed through the dim room, illuminating the golden veins under the braided grass. It looked like grass on the outside, but it was gold on the inside!
This libertine! What tricks does he play all day long?
Zhang Yuan stood up straight, glared at Gao Xiaoliu fiercely, threw his straw sandals back, turned around and strode away.
"Have you taken a fancy to my shoes?" Gao Xiaoliu was still shouting from behind, "I'm very generous. Not to mention the shoes, I'll give you these clothes as well -"
He took off his clothes as he spoke.
The steward of the gambling house hurriedly stopped him and advised him, "Sixth Master, Sixth Master, let's go, let's go, I'm gone."
Zhang Yuan has left.
Gao Xiaoliu sighed, pointed at the door and cursed: "What the hell! You actually molested me! This person is really good-looking and really troublesome!"
It's not like the manager of the gambling house is ashamed.
"Master Liu, there is indeed something wrong with this yuan. Recently, people wearing straw sandals have been arrested everywhere." He quickly explained that although he was also in the gambling house, he was not isolated from the world and knew the latest news.
Gao Xiaoliu stepped hard on his feet with straw sandals: "It's still a sin to wear straw sandals. I will wear them, I will wear them. Take me away."
The manager of the gambling house couldn't help but look down and thought, these you are wearing can't be called straw sandals anymore, they are called golden straw sandals.
The steward of the gambling house left, and the dark room returned to silence.
Gao Xiaoliu sat back on the chair with his feet on the table, his straw sandals swaying and shining in the dim light.
His expression lost all anger, and he rolled the dice in his hand: "First I caught the man wearing straw sandals, and then I found this actor. He moved very quickly."
Zhike said: "This actor is a newbie and doesn't know anything. He was reckless and left many traces along the way. He committed a murder at the time. If we hadn't covered it up, he would have been caught long ago. It's not surprising that he is discovered now."
He frowned slightly when he said this.
"But why doesn't Huo Lian do it herself? Do you want to give Zhang Yuanlai some guidance?"
"Huo Lian." These two words slid across the tip of Gao Xiaoliu's tongue, feeling a bit chilly, "Of course it's to scare away snakes and put bait to catch us."
For so many years, they lived quietly under the emperor's feet.
As long as they don't show up, no one will notice, but——
Gao Xiaoliu kicked the table.
"That country boy from Dongmo!"
That ignorant and reckless actor actually came to the capital to kill people, and even carelessly wanted to write down the murderer's death with the blood of the deceased——
When he saw that scene, he wanted to strangle the actor and Liu Xiucai to death.
Although he personally wrote a confession and made Liu Xiucai's death legal and secretive, he knew that this matter could not escape Huo Lian's eyes.
"He didn't do it himself because he knew we were wary of him. Let Jingzhao Mansion handle the case in the name of catching the culprit, which would make us nervous and relax our vigilance." Gao Xiaoliu said, putting his feet down, "Nervous because of exposure.
We knew our whereabouts, and it was easy to fool the officials from Jingzhao Mansion, so we dared to do something to guide and cover up, while Huo Lian was watching from behind. As soon as we made more moves, he would be able to catch us.
"
Zhike nodded and glanced in the direction: "The actor has been locked up, and we will be careful in our words and actions next time."
After he finished speaking, there were gentle knocks on the door, three long and three short.
A man dressed as a handyman opened the door gently and came in.
"Sixth Master," he whispered, "Ximo, sent a message."
Did Ximo send a message again? Gao Xiaoliu frowned slightly. Zhike had said before that a few days ago, Ximo sent a message asking about the trends in the capital.
Xi Mo is probably not as crude and ignorant as that actor in Dong Mo. After inquiring about the news, he knew that the trend in the capital was wrong, so he would continue to pretend to be dead.
"What are you asking again? Tell them that the government has started checking people with straw sandals, and tell them to be careful." Gao Xiaoliu said angrily.
The servant did not respond and leave, but looked a little strange and said: "Sixth Master, Ximo is not here to ask for news. They have sent the property division account and the order to respond to the lawsuit."
Zhike, who had always been calm and calm, had surprise on his face.
The Mohists in the world divided their wealth, and the Mohists divided their wealth into east, west, south, and north, and then gathered it in the capital.
Since childhood, he grew up in a place where the wealth of Mohists from all over the world gathered. Gao Xiaoliu was disgusted with money.
The separate account books have been handled countless times.
Of course, that was before, and this kind of separate account remittance has been discontinued for five years.
Of course, even so, the amount of a Ximo account was too small for Gao Xiaoliu to see.
Money is neither important nor the key, the key is the order to respond to the lawsuit.
"Accept the appeal, do your best, share worries and solve problems." Gao Xiaoliu read the content on the note, pinched it with his fingers, and smashed the note.
He looked at Zhike.
"Is Ximo crazy?"
"Don't look at when this will happen?"
"Do they not want to live anymore?"
"Not only do they not want to live anymore, do they also invite everyone to die together?"