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Chapter Sixteen: Destiny Treasure One

I barely slept a wink all night, and the doubts in my mind kept coming one after another. But I completely gave up the idea of ​​asking Xiao Jin for the truth. I asked about something that even a veteran like Ma Dad couldn't figure out.

It was also useless. Ma Dad was also frightened by today's interception. His breathing was trembling. He refused to leave and discussed with me: "Master Tian, ​​you are familiar with Cao Shi in Jiangbei. He can take charge of the general affairs."

, think of a way to transfer us back. It’s not what I said. It’s very risky for you to go to the grassroots level to train in this name. I’m doing it for your own good. You have to think clearly.”

I glanced at Ma Dad and didn't know how to answer him. Jiangbei's interpersonal relationships can be said to be simple or complex, but they can't be as easy as Ma Dad thought. In recent years, the old man has become paralyzed and has given up his power.

, people who don’t know the truth always think that Cao Shi is powerful and can call the shots. Only I know that Cao Shi doesn’t have much energy. He is at best a part-time worker. Although he leads a large group of people, he still has no real power of life and death.

Hold it in the old man's hand.

For example, regarding my coming to Zhaotong, if the old man didn't say anything, Cao Shi would have nothing to do. He could only take a chance to say a few good words for me in front of the old man, that's all. Moreover, through the secret conversation with the old man before, I

It can be vaguely detected that the old man may be getting older and more suspicious, and he is not confident about Cao Shi.

"Master Tian, ​​you have to speak when it's time to speak. Don't leave me alone..."

"Ma Dad, go get some sleep." I turned over and faced the dusty wall. I stopped thinking so much. The only thing I could do now was to wait for the old man to relent in Jiangbei.

He pardoned me and sent me back out of love between father and son.

Xiao Jin and his gang stayed in Zhaotong for two days and did not move around. They stayed in the stall from morning to night. He may have said hello to his subordinates. Those bastards had a sense of control when talking to me again.

As for receiving the goods, everyone knew it was a lie. Xiao Jin pretended to take a look in the warehouse. In fact, I know better than anyone how much water is in this thing. He can't even remember his own birthday.

Two days later, Xiao Jin was leaving. Before leaving, we drank together, with Ma Dad as his companion. Xiao Jin had a good drinking capacity, but he also became more talkative after drinking too much. He deliberately said to Ma Dad: "Ma Dad, I

To tell you the truth, Master Tian came to Zhaotong because he made a small mistake. Master Ba pretended to punish him a little. You should brighten your eyes and don’t abuse him just because you think he can’t come back. I’ll put my words here.

If he is going to be wronged here, no matter what Mr. Ba says, I will come over and chop up everyone at your stall."

"Are you trying to bury me? What kind of person am I? I worship the Second Master Guan, the guardian of Qingtian, the assistant to the young master..." Ma Dad muttered and rolled his eyes.

Xiao Jin ignored Ma Dad. He clinked the cup with me and patted my shoulder: "Master Tian, ​​you don't have to worry about what happened in the past two days. Trust me, as long as Master Ba is here, no one can change the world.

."

I nodded, but I was smiling bitterly in my heart. Things had become such a mess, and no one could tell clearly what was right and wrong. The old man had power in Jiangbei, but it was impossible for him to reach Zhaotong.

"If you are missing something here, just say hello and the brothers over there in Jiangbei will take care of it for you. This is what Brother Shi said." Xiao Jin drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and the scar from the scar on his forehead to his right cheek was red.

Fa Liang: "I won't talk about the other nonsense."

At this time, Ma Dad kept giving me winks. The old guy definitely didn’t want to stay in Zhaotong and wanted to borrow my help to return to Jiangbei. I thought about it and felt very uneasy because I had been holding my breath.

, what I want to do most is to go back to Jiangbei in the future, grab Wei Mian by the collar and ask what happened that night.

"You go back and ventilate the old man or Cao Shitong. The stall here in Zhaotong is not very safe. Can you find another place to move there?"

"When I go back this time, Master Ba will definitely want to see me. I will definitely say what I need to say. Master Tian, ​​don't worry."

The next morning, Xiao Jin took his men and a few scraps of iron from the stall and set out on the road. During the two days that Xiao Jin stayed at the stall, I was very confused and always had random thoughts involuntarily.

After he left, I felt a little empty again.

"Master Tian, ​​we must also take precautions." Ma Dad's brows were wrinkled: "I and you both have dark eyes now, and the waiter at the stall is careless..."

Thinking about what happened two days ago, it would be a lie to say that we were not afraid. My father and I hid at home every day and did not dare to go out casually. We also hid in a renovated hut in the backyard. This house was very inconspicuous and faced the street.

The wall has been tampered with so that it can be kicked open. If the stall is attacked, you can escape from here. Madam was worried and even designed traps in the house. One time, I woke up in the middle of the night to urinate, and suddenly forgot about it.

As a result, he was hit with a big wooden stick on his forehead and his forehead turned purple and black.

After Xiao Jin left for a long time, there was still no order from Jiangbei. During this period, we were very careful and there were no more troubles. However, although the stall seemed to be calm again, I still felt uneasy. Those

The enemies who were driven away by Xiao Jin had no idea where they came from. Whether they were attacking the stalls or had other intentions, they were likely to make follow-up actions after suffering a loss.

But just when I was restless, Cao Shi called and told me straight to the point that he had good news.

"What good news?" My heart skipped a beat, and I had a strong premonition.

"When Xiao Jin came back, he told Master Ba about Zhaotong and your request. Master Ba didn't say anything at that time. When I mentioned it to him again later, he waved his hand and said don't bother, Zhaotong's

The stall's business is not good, it doesn't matter if it's there or not, it will be removed after a while. Master Tian, ​​you can understand, Master Ba really cares for you."

At this moment, my head buzzed, and I was so excited that I couldn't describe it. The old man still felt sorry for me. The stall in Zhaotong had been open for three years, and less than three months after I was assigned here, the old man said

With the stall removed, with the stall removed, I can naturally return to Jiangbei in good faith. This is definitely a favoritism towards me, but the old man has always had the final say on the stalls outside the house, and some adjustments have been made for business reasons.

, can shut up the mouths of several uncles.

"Master Tian, ​​there is something I have to say." Cao Shi interrupted on the phone at this time: "It has been almost three months since the incident between Lao Luo and Master Mian, but the rumors have not subsided, and Master Ba is also under pressure.

So you must be careful at the stall and don’t cause any trouble. Once the mouths of the uncles are all blocked, Master Ba will tell you to close the stall."

"I understand." I pondered for a moment, tried my best to suppress the excitement in my heart, and asked: "Old Cao, how is Wei Mian?"

There was silence for a moment on the other end of the phone, and then there was an almost inaudible sigh: "Master Mian's matter was arranged by Master Ba himself. I can no longer contact him now."

After hearing what Cao Shi said, I immediately had an indescribable feeling. I felt very sorry for Cao Shi. Moreover, my previous guess was confirmed. The old man really did not have 100% trust in Cao Shi.

"Eighth Master actually did the right thing. This matter is fundamentally a family matter of the Wei family. Outsiders cannot interfere. My uncles and I can only talk a few words at most, but the final decision must be made by Eighth Master."

Cao Shi quickly regained his composure: "The most important thing now is you. Return to Jiangbei safely. Everything can be said easily."

After making this phone call, I suddenly felt much brighter. I took the wine to have a drink with Ma Dad. It was not a secret to close the stall. After a while, everyone would definitely know that I couldn't hold it in anymore, so I told him.

Ma Dad said. Ma Dad raised his eyebrows, and the wrinkles on his face immediately bloomed into a chrysanthemum. He patted my thigh and said, "I'm finally going to get through this!"

I was fully hoping that nothing would happen while I was away from Zhaotong, so I stayed tighter at home and refused to leave the house. My father also told the waiters at the stall to put safety first and not accept any business they could avoid.

Especially the kind of piecemeal business that doesn't take enough trouble.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Ma Dad gave the order, a clerk came back and said that there was a deal that was uncertain and asked him to make a decision. Ma Dad felt that the clerk did not take his order seriously and was a little angry, so the clerk whispered to us

Said: "People are stupid and tough."

This sentence means that the seller is not knowledgeable, but the goods in his hands are good. I looked at the man brought by the clerk. He was an old country man in his fifties, with more wrinkles on his face than Ma Dad.

He was very dark and thin, and his hands were extremely rough and covered with calluses. It looked like he had been working in the fields all year round. The old man looked very reserved, tightly holding a worn-out homespun bag in his hand, and stood behind the waiter and said something.

Not sent.

Ma Dad asked him to take out his things and take a look. The old man might not understand the northern dialect, so he stood motionless. The man turned around and explained to him. The old man took two steps forward cautiously and gently put down the bag in his arms.

On the table, but refused to let go.


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