The person with the ferocious look was none other than Zhao Zheng. He stood beside the Eight Immortals Table in the distance, covering his rising cheeks with his hands, his chest rising and falling, exhaling a sultry breath, and slowly dripping from the corner of his mouth.
A wisp of blood. The color of the blood was dazzlingly red.
"Huh, what a reckless thing." Wang Er looked at the direction where Detective Qian was leaving and sneered. After retracting his gaze, he asked Zhao Zheng, "Xiao Zhao, are you okay?"
"Who is this person?" Zhao Zheng asked in a voice that was out of tune. His eyes were filled with ice, like the cold light on an unsheathed blade.
"His name is Qian Chong, and he is a police officer in Qibao County. More than half a year ago, he fell in love with the shopkeeper and kept pestering him. However, because of his body odor, the shopkeeper always looked down on him and never looked down upon him.
Let him touch you for a while. He fell out with the shopkeeper over this matter and came here to make trouble several times. If it weren't for him being an errand, we would have found a way to deal with him. If he hits you this time, he hits us.
The shopkeeper's face is the same, so don't worry, this slap you won't be in vain, we will definitely come forward to seek justice for you." Wang Er reassured.
Although Zhao Zheng is just a waiter and has no close friendship with the people in the Hongchen Inn, people in the world value face the most. As long as Zhao Zheng is a person in the inn, it represents the inn. If Zhao Zheng is beaten, then it will be the same as in the Hongchen Inn.
It was like being slapped in the face, and I couldn't swallow this bad breath.
Money rush?
This name flashed through Zhao Zheng's mind. In "Riding Horses", there was an early mission that seemed to be to kill a policeman named Qian Chong, but it took so long that he couldn't remember it clearly.
The specific details.
Zhao Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly. No matter whether Qian Chong was related to the mission or not, he would not let Qian Chong go. He stared and said word by word: "You don't need to help me. My own revenge,
I will repay it myself!"
Wang Er saw countless people, and he could tell at a glance that Zhao Zheng had murderous intentions. He had no doubt that if Zhao Zheng had the strength to fight, he would definitely go find the money and catch the police and fight for his life. He did not want to lose such a young man in vain.
He didn't want to bring trouble to Hongchen Inn because of Zhao Zheng's recklessness, so he warned seriously: "He is a policeman and works for the court. You must not do stupid things. What happened today is left to us and the shopkeeper."
Just take care of it."
Zhao Zheng did not speak, and the murderous aura in his body did not decrease at all. He is a kind person and is usually kind to others, but this does not mean that he is easy to bully. He will never forget today's account. This slap, he
Sooner or later you have to pay it back!
Wang Er thought that Zhao Zheng was young and energetic, and would probably forget the slap in a few days, so he gave up after a few words of advice. He turned around and entered the house with Zhao Zheng, and helped Zhao Zheng apply an anti-swelling ointment.
Herbal medicine.
The blow Zhao Zheng received was not light. His face was as swollen as a steamed bun, and his vision was also affected. Wang Er gave him a half-day leave and asked him to go down and rest early. Zhao Zheng stayed alone in the house, lying on the wooden floor.
On the bed, the scene of being beaten was replayed over and over again in my mind, and I couldn't let it go. The hatred towards the money catcher gradually accumulated deep in my heart.
On this day, Zhao Zheng changed from his usual cheerful and optimistic image and remained silent. Others knew that he was angry, so they did not disturb him and left him alone to sulk.
…
It wasn't until noon on the third day that shopkeeper Shen Luoxia returned belatedly in a carriage. Song Kuaizu, who was driving the car, pulled the reins and shouted "Lao! Hao!" Waiting for the command to control the horse, the carriage turned into the yard of Hongchen Inn. Before the carriage could stop, Shen Luoxia opened the door and landed on the ground. Her dexterity was so good that she still felt like walking on flat ground when she jumped out of the moving carriage.
When Shen Luoxia returned, she had already changed into another set of light blue skirt. Her whole body was spotless, like a fairy descending from the earth. She held a brocade handkerchief embroidered with peonies in her jade hand, wiping the sweat on her forehead as she walked. After she entered the door, she ignored what others were doing and found an empty seat to sit down. She poured herself a cup of herbal tea and drank a cup to quench her thirst.
"I've been gone all day, nothing happened in the inn?" Shen Luoxia asked after putting down her tea cup. At the same time, she scanned the people in the room. When she saw Wang Er holding an abacus, she noticed something was wrong with Wang Er's expression. .
"Something happened, but it's not a big deal." Wang Er put down his calculations and stepped forward to answer.
"What happened?" Shen Luoxia raised her eyebrows.
"Captain Qian from Qibao County came to find you again. Because he didn't see you, he lost his temper and slapped Xiao Zhao, so that the child's face was swollen. I took you and Wang I told Detective Qian about the arrest, and this kid was scared away."
When Shen Luoxia heard this, her expression suddenly changed, her eyebrows stood up, and her beautiful eyes flashed. She slapped the table and said angrily: "That's unreasonable! That common man named Qian dared to hit one of my people! If this spreads, Where should we put the dignity of our Hongchen Inn? No, this debt cannot be settled like this. When I get the chance, I will definitely deal with him."
Shen Luoxia was angry for a moment and spoke in a loud voice, which attracted the attention of many diners nearby. Wang Er quickly laughed and pretended to talk about other topics to cover up the matter here. Shen Luoxia herself Realizing that he had made a mistake, he covered his red lips, gestured to Wang Er, and took Wang Er into the room to talk in detail.
Shen Luoxia and Wang Er entered the house and discussed the matter of getting money to catch the police for a long time, and soon came to a decision.
This Agent Qian beat up the people of Hongchen Inn and ruined the reputation of Hongchen Inn. It is really abominable. In addition, he always pesters Shen Luoxia. With these two points, he deserves to die. But Agent Qian After all, we are people who are holding the iron rice bowl and eating the royal food. If we can't do it openly, we can only stumble secretly.
There has just been a conflict between Hongchen Inn and Detective Qian. If they take action in the past few days, it will be too obvious and will definitely arouse people's suspicion. For the sake of long-term planning, we can only tolerate this temporarily and wait until a few months later, people will put these things into perspective. After everything has been forgotten, you can then look for bad luck with Detective Qian. In this way, even if Detective Qian dies on the street, no one will suspect that it was done by Hongchen Inn.
"Shopkeeper, is there anything else? If there's nothing else, I'll go down. There are still some accounts downstairs that haven't been calculated clearly." After the matter was discussed, Wang Er stood up and resigned.
"Well, you go down. When you get downstairs, call Xiao Zhao up. I have something to tell him." Shen Luoxia waved her hands and said.
"Yes." Wang Er exited Shen Luoxia's boudoir.
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In the kitchen of Hongchen Inn, Rentuzi was busy chopping vegetables, chopping the chopping board loudly.
Zhao Zheng was squatting next to him, helping the butcher to pick leeks, picking off the wilted leaf tips and throwing them in the trash can. The redness and swelling on his face had not subsided, it was very obvious, and from time to time, there was a heartbreaking sting.
Whenever this kind of pain comes, he can't help but think of charging money to that bastard.
At this moment, Wang Er suddenly appeared at the door of the kitchen. He shouted into the smoke-filled room: "Xiao Zhao, the shopkeeper is back. She asked you to go to her room."
Zhao Zheng was stunned when he heard this, but soon regained his composure, silently put down the dishes in his hands, walked through the layers of oil smoke, and walked out of the kitchen. He knew that the shopkeeper must have called him over to talk about the slap, but he did not intend to let him go.
Even if someone else helps him stand up for him, even if they give him the money and give him a hundred slaps, it won't be able to eliminate the hatred in his heart.
Zhao Zheng went up the stairs with a bang, and reached the third floor in one breath. He stood in front of the shopkeeper's door and clicked the door several times according to the code, first three times quickly, and then twice slowly. This is the world of mortals.
The unique rule of the inn is that if you knock on the door with this frequency, you can prove that it is someone from the inn who is knocking on the door. If you knock on the door randomly without the frequency, it will be proved that it is the guest who is staying in the hotel.
"The door is unlocked, come in by yourself." Shen Luoxia's sweet voice came from inside the house.
Zhao Zheng pushed open the door and stepped into the house.
The windows in the house were open, and cool breeze blew in. The orchids placed on the window sill were fluttering in the wind, stretching their emerald green waist. Shen Luoxia was sitting at the Eight Immortals table, playing with a flower in her white and soft hands.
A bamboo flute with many sections. She glanced at Zhao Zheng, and when she saw Zhao Zheng's red and swollen cheeks, she frowned inadvertently. The more Zhao Zheng's face became swollen, the more face the Hongchen Inn would lose.
big.
Shen Luoxia's murderous intention towards Qian Chong was even stronger. She was the head of a black shop, and she had killed countless people on her hands. Even though she looked like a soft and boneless woman on the surface, there was something more ruthless than a man in her bones.
She suppressed her anger, placed the bamboo flute on the table, and said calmly: "Xiao Zhao, this is the flute you asked me to buy for you."
Zhao Zheng stepped forward, picked up the flute, and said, "Thank you very much, shopkeeper. I will go get the money to buy the flute for you now."
"No need, I don't have much money, just consider this flute as compensation for the slap you received." Shen Luoxia waved her hand to stop Zhao Zheng.
Zhao Zheng did not disobey the order and stayed where he was, but he did not agree with Shen Luoxia's statement in his heart. How could a mere flute be worth the pain of his slap!
Seeing Zhao Zheng's gloomy face, Shen Luoxia remained silent, and then said: "When the door of the inn opens, guests from all over the world are welcomed, and everyone can meet them. Sometimes the waiter will inevitably be a little aggrieved. I'm afraid this kind of thing will happen in the future.
It will happen again, so try your best to be patient and don't conflict with the guests."
"Yes." Zhao Zheng nodded in agreement.
"As for the money rush, I will handle it for you, so don't worry about it. Just work in the inn with peace of mind. In your current state, it is not convenient to receive guests in the front hall, so you can go to the kitchen first.
Just help with the work. After the redness and swelling on your face subsides, you can go to the front hall to help."
"yes."
Shen Luoxia took a deep breath. Although she had already made up her mind to take the money for her life, it was impossible to explain this kind of thing to a waiter who had just arrived. She waved her hand and said calmly: "Okay, no more.
It's a matter of business, you go down and do your work."
Zhao Zheng held the smooth flute and turned to leave.
Shen Luoxia casually glanced at the back of Zhao Zheng holding the flute, and suddenly found that this back vaguely overlapped with a certain back in her memory. This scene touched a certain heartstring that had been buried in her for a long time, and she felt an inexplicable pain in her heart.
"Brother..." Shen Luoxia murmured in a low voice, and her eyes suddenly softened, showing a look of nostalgia. The figure of the young man who had passed away for many years appeared in front of her eyes. The figure was as light as mist, and she could not see it clearly.
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The night is like the tide, the crescent moon is like a hook, and the human heart is like iron!
During this time when everyone was sleeping, Zhao Zheng got up early and stood alone in the backyard of the inn, with a sandbag on each arm, maintaining a half-squatting posture, practicing hard. He had maintained After remaining in this position for half an hour, large beads of sweat overflowed from his forehead. The strength in his arms had been drained and he could not stop shaking. If it weren't for the special breathing method, he might have been unable to hold on. .
Time passed little by little, even if one second passed, it was a great torment for him now.
He gritted his teeth, squeezing the energy hidden in his body, unwilling to give up easily. He was now burdened with the shame and hatred caused by that slap. He wanted to wash away this shame and hatred, except for working hard. There is no other way besides cultivation.
His body was already crumbling like a candle, but his eyes were extremely firm and did not waver in the slightest.
The night gradually passed, dawn appeared in the east, and the sky gradually became brighter.
"Plop!"
Zhao Zheng couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling like a bellows. He lay on the ground, raised his hand and put it in front of his eyes, slowly clenched it, and said secretly in his heart : "Qian Chong, you hit someone who shouldn't be hit. Sooner or later, you will regret this slap!"
In this way, Zhao Zheng started to practice hard day after day in order to find money for revenge. He got up earlier than a chicken every day and took advantage of the night to practice Zama Kung Fu. In the morning, he dragged his tired body to work. , working for a day at a time. He is suffering more now than he suffered in the previous year.
If you pay, you will be rewarded! Every day when Zhao Zheng wakes up, he feels that his physical strength has increased, and there are even signs of heat in the Dantian, which proves that there is a trace of internal strength in the Dantian.
Having internal strength is the proof of being a qualified warrior.
This is recognized by Jianghu and the system.
One day one month after Zhao Zheng was beaten, the long-lost system prompt finally sounded in his mind.
[Tip: The host has successfully advanced to level 1, entered the first heavenly realm, and activated various system functions. Please use your mind to check the details. 】
The sound came so suddenly that Zhao Zheng, who was practicing alone in the backyard, was quite surprised.;
