The man just said: "Ten." Ling Cang immediately shouted: "I. I'm here. I'm here to receive the award."
Hearing this shout, everyone around them turned their heads towards Ling Cang. At the same time, they took out a recording pen from somewhere and pointed it at Ling Cang.
A man wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked hurriedly: "I am a reporter from "Minghai Metropolis Daily". Are you the winner of the grand prize of more than 10 million yuan?"
Before Ling Cang could speak, another person asked: "This gentleman, I am a reporter from "Contemporary Metropolis Daily". Can you tell me what your plans are after receiving the award?"
Others also started kissing each other: "I come from "Modern Metropolis Daily". How do you plan to spend the bonus?"
"Will it be donated to the Red Cross for charity?"
"Are you planning to buy a car or a house?"
"Have you ever considered getting a second breast?"
Obviously, these reporters got the news in advance and rushed over for interviews.
There have been a lot of rumors on the Internet recently, saying that all the profits generated by various lottery tickets have been spent indiscriminately. The lottery center probably wanted to hype it up and took this opportunity to whiten itself. It actually allowed reporters to interview.
However, the lottery center is not completely confused. Taking into account the privacy of the winners, reporters are not allowed to bring any camera equipment. Only recording pens can be used.
Ling Cang didn't know how to deal with these reporters. A short and fat figure squeezed over with all his strength: "So it's you."
Ling Cang glanced at the other party and said: "So it's you."
"So you won the lottery." The visitor was Gao Daquan. Like other reporters, he also held a recorder in his fat hand. However, his recorder was obviously a copycat and looked very rough. It has fallen off a lot and turned dark.
"Yes. Brother won the prize." Ling Cang smiled bitterly and nodded. He felt that he was so destined to meet this Gao Daquan. He could meet him no matter where he was.
Gao Daquan was sometimes annoying, but sometimes he was very likable. At this time, he maintained order and helped Ling Cang separate a path among the crowd. He led Ling Cang in front to the place where he received the award: "Come on, everyone, give in. Please let the winners go over to claim their prizes."
The crowd around them kept buzzing and smelled of sweat. Ling Cang didn't want to stay for a moment longer. But Ling Cang didn't want to have trouble with money, so he endured it.
After the procedures for claiming the prize were completed, the lottery center gave him a check. He said hypocritically, "Congratulations," and sent Ling Cang out the back door.
All the reporters were at the front door, waiting to continue interviewing Ling Cang, but all came to nothing.
Gao Daquan has been following Ling Cang. Others thought he was with Ling Cang, so they didn't care. He went out and saw that no one was around. Gao Daquan immediately took out the recorder again: "Brother, let's It's really a fate. So you must help me this time."
"help you."
"Tell me how you bought the lottery ticket." Gao Daquan's small eyes flashed with greed, as if Ling Cang himself was a check filled with astronomical figures.
"That's what I bought." For a moment, Ling Cang was even a little worried. Gao Daquan would rub himself up and stuff it into his pocket.
"How can this be."
"How is this impossible?" Ling Cang said and glanced at the recorder.
Gao Daquan noticed Ling Cang's gaze and immediately put away the recorder: "Oh, you look at me, I'm so confused. How can I record something like this?"
When Ling Cang heard this, he hoped that Gao Daquan would turn on the recorder again: "You and I have nothing to do with each other. Why can't we record..."
"What you revealed is a secret." Gao Daquan swallowed and said hurriedly: "If it comes out of your mouth or into my ears, no third person can know it. Of course it cannot be recorded."
"I don't have any secrets. It's just luck..." Ling Cang was perfunctory when his cell phone rang. It was Guo Xiaoyu calling: "Boss, have you received the award?"
"Got it."
"That's good." Guo Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief. Then he continued: "I'm with the people from the main door. Do you want to come over?"
"Of course I want to go." After looking at Gao Daquan, Ling Cang walked aside and asked, "How is your injury?"
"It's okay now."
"That's good."
Guo Xiaoyu left an address for Ling Cang. Then he said, "Come over right away." Then he hung up the phone.
"I still have something to do. Let's talk later." Ling Cang smiled and said to Gao Daquan. He hurriedly stopped a taxi and got in.
Gao Daquan originally wanted to chase him, but the taxi started to drive quickly and he couldn't catch up. He stamped his feet helplessly and shouted: "I know which school you are in. I will go find you."
While on the road, Ling Cang called Carlo and others and asked them to ambush around the predetermined location. After the car arrived, Ling Cang met them first and made sure that everyone had ambush. Then he went to see each other alone.
So far, Ling Cang can't completely trust Zhang Xiaochen and needs to be more careful. Even though he helped him and even though he understands Hongmen's gestures, it's not enough to prove that they must be from the main sect. It's hard to say whether they are. First deceive yourself into trusting yourself, and then achieve other goals.
This is a farmhouse in the suburbs. It looks no different from an ordinary farmhouse. Ling Cang knocked on the door. Zhang Xiaochen came out immediately: "Master Ling, you are here just in time."
"Hall Master." Ling Cang nodded with great satisfaction: "I like hearing this title. However, at least for now, I am still just the boss."
"Aren't you competing for the master of the Lizi Hall..." Zhang Xiaochen smiled and said, "I believe you can do it."
Ling Cang reminded with a strange expression: "The leader of the Lizi Hall has been confirmed to be Ding Shijia. I have been defeated."
Zhang Xiaochen smiled and made a gesture of invitation: "Stop talking about this. Come in first."
In the main room after entering, Guo Xiaoyu was wrapped in bandages and was sitting on a chair drinking Coke.
The killer was tied up with ropes. He was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered and remained silent.
In addition, there are two people. One has a fair face and elegant temperament, and the other is tall, dark and strong.
"Let me introduce..." Zhang Xiaochen pointed to the first person and introduced Ling Cang: "This is Mr. Wolong."
"Wolong." Ling Cang almost laughed: "Could it be that I have traveled through time in "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms"."
"This is a joke to Hall Master Ling." The man smiled and shook his head. He laughed at himself and said, "This is a nickname given to me by my brothers. I don't like it at all."
Ling Cang asked casually: "Then what should I call you?"
"Zhuge Xiaoyi."
"Aunt Zhuge." Ling Cang misheard, so he felt very strange. This person was obviously a man and not very old. Why did he call himself aunt?
"Uh...my surname is Zhuge and my name is Xiaoyi." The other party explained a little awkwardly: "My name is Zhuge Xiaoyi."
"Oh. Hello. Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you." Only then did Ling Cang understand that the other party was not a transvestite.
"Now you should know. The nickname 'Wolong' did not come out of thin air. The first is that my husband's surname is indeed Zhuge. As for the second..." Zhang Xiaochen said this and smiled proudly, as if he was referring to himself: " He is indeed a descendant of the famous Zhuge Kongming in history."
Ling Cang nodded thoughtfully: "That's it."
"This one, I want to introduce..." Zhang Xiaochen pointed to the second person and said very solemnly: "This is Hua Chenche, the marshal of the second branch of the main gate. He is also the elder."
"Oh." Lingcang nodded slowly: "Hello."
Seeing that Ling Cang's reaction was too bland, Zhang Xiaochen coughed and said, "The highest leader of the main sect is called Xiang Zhu. There are four second-level marshals under him. In other words, Hua Chenche is the second-in-command of the main sect."
"I know." Ling Cang nodded again and then asked: "How many of you have come... Marshal Lu?"
"There is only Mr. Hua," Zhang Xiaochen reminded softly: "Marshal Second Route...has a very distinguished status."
"It doesn't matter." Hua Chenche laughed and waved his hand nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter whether it's the second marshal or the two sticks of red flowers. We are all brothers together. Don't be constrained by trivial matters."
"Well said." Ling Cang wanted to find out the other party's background. He said it very rudely: "Brother Lao Hui has long been out of control of the main sect. I came to see you mainly to thank Zhang Xiaochen for helping me with the Hongmen matter. It doesn’t matter at all.”
"Hall Master Ling, what you said is a bit too much." Zhang Xiaochen felt that these words were a bit harsh. His expression suddenly became unhappy: "Why do you think I wanted to help you at that time?"
Ling Cang scratched his head and asked, "Be brave when you see justice."
"Wrong." Zhang Xiaochen told Ling Cang word for word: "Because we are all members of the Hongmen. There is no other reason."
"Then I can only say that you are showing the wrong feelings." He shrugged his shoulders. Ling Cang continued: "I don't even identify with Ge Laohui, let alone Hongmen. I'm not afraid to tell you honestly. I am now with Renzitang The fight with Lizitang is based on interests, rather than really wanting to carry forward the Shenma cause of Ge Laohui."
As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell into a dull mood. Zhang Xiaochen didn't know what else to say.
Guo Xiaoyu didn't understand what Ling Cang was thinking. He just felt that since the other party saved him, he should be more polite. He glanced at Zhang Xiaochen and coughed twice: "Boss..."
Ling Cang ignored Guo Xiaoyu. He smiled and said to several people: "Obviously, you have found the wrong person. Then I will leave."
Zhang Xiaochen asked hurriedly: "You just left like this."
"What else?" Ling Cang asked with a half-smile, "Should I ask my friend to give you his life back?"
"That's not necessary." Hua Chenche took a few deep breaths and said with a very unhappy look on his face: "It's just that we misjudged the person. We thought Hall Master Ling valued love and righteousness, but we didn't expect that he was also a snob. .”