Chapter five hundred and sixtieth IX treacherous and cunning
Luo Hui had been waiting outside, not knowing that the atmosphere in a certain room of the temple that had never seen any fighting was already tense to the extreme. There was no fire but smoke filled the air!
The game of chess played by Uncle Eighth and Qian Xingchen in the room is still not over yet.
"What are you going to do?" Qian Xingchen asked
Uncle Eight smiled lightly and said, "Do I still need to ask this?"
"Of course you have to ask, otherwise I wouldn't know what other intentions you have!" Qian Xingchen said with a faint smile on his lips.
"Old man, are you getting timid as you live more? Why are you even afraid of me?" Uncle Eight curled his lips and said.
Qian Xingchen laughed and said: "I can't guarantee whether I will help you yet. You have already taken advantage of me. I still have to see the other boy you mentioned."
"Of course there is no problem with this, but what I have to say is that although I asked you to help another boy, I think you should know what I think in my heart. The two of them are now good friends and even good brothers!" Uncle Eight said
Qian Xingchen frowned slightly, then a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes and asked: "Since they are good friends and brothers, why do you do this?"
"You don't need to know the reason, you just need to care about who is the winner in this battle between you and me!" Uncle Eight said.
Qian Xingchen nodded, and then asked: "What is the bet? Gambling without bets is meaningless at all, do you think so or not?"
Uncle Eight laughed loudly and said, "I will certainly satisfy you when the time comes."
"Okay, then I'll wait!" Qian Xingchen smiled, and then none of the pieces in the chess game fell.
Uncle Eight took one look at it and said: "We will leave this game of chess to be played later to determine the outcome."
Qian Xingchen nodded and then put away the chess pieces and the chessboard, and followed Uncle Eight out of the room and outside.
Luo Hui smiled immediately when he saw it and asked: "Old sir"
Qian Xingchen said "Yeah" and said: "Okay, I was attracted by this brat Bamian. Anyway, I haven't gone down there for many years. I'll go down with you for a walk today. I'll have some free time later." It’s not too late for me to come back.”
There was a burst of surprise on Luo Hui's face. Looking at Qian Xingchen's eighth uncle, he nodded secretly. Luo Hui quickly supported Qian Xingchen and said with a smile: "Old sir...please!"
Qian Xingchen laughed. There was something arrogant and unruly in this laughter, and more importantly, Luo Hui was a little complacent that he didn't understand.
Where does Qian Xingchen’s pride come from?
Finally, I bid farewell to the Buddhas at Iron Bei Temple. Maybe there will be fewer opportunities to come in the future. I have to pay my respects when I have the opportunity and time.
In the future, Tiebei Temple may always be without an old fortune teller who can give advice, and it will be difficult to drink the iron bone tea that comes after all hardships.
After returning home, Uncle Eight asked Luo Hui to ask Qi Zaihuan to come back. After making a phone call, Qi Zaihuan came back.
When Qian Xingchen looked at Qi Zaihuan, his eyes slowly widened from small to large, and finally there was a hint of disbelief in them.
Lianda said: "Okay, okay, three pillars stand together, three pillars stand together."
These words came out a bit without any clue. Luo Hui seemed to understand but Qi Zaihuan had no idea what Qian Xingchen was talking about.
But Luo Hui told him that this old man was the same mysterious person as his eighth uncle. Only then did Qi Zaihuan start to think about those words.
The proud look on Uncle Eight's face didn't reveal anything, but Qi Zaihuan had already been pulled aside by Qian Xingchen.
Luo Hui felt very happy when he saw that Qian Xingchen valued Qi Zaihuan so much. He asked his eighth uncle, "Eighth uncle, the old gentleman seems to be very interested in Zaihuan."
"Well, Zaihuan is more handsome than you, so people must be interested in Zaihuan," the eighth uncle said in a vulgar manner.
Luo Hui rolled his eyes speechlessly and said: "Okay, I admit that Zaihuan is a little more handsome than me, but Uncle Eighth, hehe... don't say that the old gentleman values Zaihuan and it has nothing to do with you, and how did you invite him? The old gentleman came down the mountain, you should tell me this."
Uncle Eight just laughed and said: "The secrets of heaven must not be leaked. The secrets of heaven must not be leaked."
The black thread on Luo Hui's head, but there is nothing he can do against Uncle Eight, a magic stick
Luo Hui originally wanted to stop drinking tea, but the tea was still the unfinished iron bone tea, and Gan Xingchen just had a sip like this.
But just as he was about to get it, a phone call came in. It was He Gong’s number.
Luo Hui curled his lips, picked up the phone and answered: "Mayor He, you finally called."
He Gong's voice was still not very good, and he said: "I have already told Qi Shaoliang that at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, Toyotomi Golf will be held."
"Thank you, old mayor. I will definitely visit you one day," Luo Hui said with a smile.
Qi Shaoliang just snorted and said: "You'd better not come, otherwise I'm really afraid that I won't even be able to sleep."
"Um...Mayor He, I am actually very philanthropic, really..."
Before he finished speaking, He Gong hung up the phone. Luo Hui smiled bitterly and walked out with tea.
Uncle Eighth was also sitting together, and Qi Zaihuan seemed to have some horror on his face.
If anyone listened to Qian Xingchen’s words, I’m afraid they wouldn’t feel any better in their hearts.
Luo Hui sat down, because Qian Xingchen didn't smoke, and even though his eighth uncle was a long-time smoker, none of them lit up.
"Uncle Eighth, let's go to Toyotomi Golf tomorrow," Luo Hui said with a smile.
A gleam flashed in Uncle Eighth's eyes and he said, "Have you made an appointment over there?"
Luo Hui nodded, and Qian Xingchen asked: "Who are you meeting?"
"Secretary of the Yanjing Municipal Party Committee——Qi Shaoliang" Luo Huidao
Qian Xingchen showed a smile on his face and said: "It turns out to be Qi Shaoliang. He seemed to have been to Iron Bone Mountain once back then, and that time he seemed to have asked me to go down the mountain to calculate the Feng Shui of the cemetery for him. Now he has not done it yet. What's the intersection? But I will go with you tomorrow, maybe my old bones can be used for something else, maybe."
Luo Hui's face showed a hint of joy. Uncle Eighth's reputation was very famous, but it was only famous in the northwest. Even if the country is so big, no matter how powerful it is, there are still some people who can't be spread. But Qian Xingchen is different. He However, although he has always been less famous here in Yanjing City, he is very famous among the upper class circles of Yanjing City.
If Qian Xingchen can go with him, it will definitely be beneficial to him without any harm!
Luo Hui hugged Qian Xingchen and said with sincere gratitude: "Thank you, old man!"
Qian Xingchen glanced at Uncle Eight with a sideways glance, and a cunning light flashed in their eyes at the same time!