With the appearance of this person, my thoughts immediately returned to that fantasy trip before, to the distant Dayanpo.
This is an old man. He is blind in one eye and has some problems with one leg. In addition, because of his age, he seems to be unable to walk without support. His still intact eye is staring at me, his face
His wrinkles were undulating like waves. He seemed to be very excited. He tapped the cane on the floor several times in succession. He stretched out a finger and pointed at me, but he was trembling and unable to speak.
.
The blind third master! The blind third master of Dayanpo!
My mind is also a little confused. I still don’t know where the blind third master came from, but at that time he secretly attacked me and I accidentally beat him to death.
The blind third master in front of me seems to be the same old man as he was twenty or thirty years ago. In fact, what I'm surprised about right now is not that he didn't die back then. After all, I've seen some weird and incredible things, which makes me understand.
The state of life of a person may not be what I thought before. But what surprised me is how I met Mr. Blind again in this place. Dayanpo is too far away from the old city, one is in the south and the other is in the north, and the blind man back then was
The third master is a blind old man in the village, but judging from the current situation, he is obviously doing well.
"Third Master, you?" Mazi looked at the blind Third Master, trembling and excited but unable to say a word. He immediately came over and whispered: "What's wrong with you?"
"First... let me go first!" The blind third master shivered for a long time, and the walking stick was about to poke a hole in the floor, and then he suddenly shouted: "Damn it, I've been looking for it so hard!"
As soon as this voice shouted, Mazi and the two people behind Blind Third Master looked at me. They were people around Blind Third Master, and I could hear the unkindness in Blind Third Master's tone. I suddenly became nervous and couldn't figure it out.
Should I admit my identity at this time and admit the past of beating the blind third master?
"What?" Lao An took a step towards me and said, "Do you know me?"
"I don't know." As soon as my thoughts changed, I realized that I cannot admit what happened back then at this juncture. I have not lived in the old city for a long time, and I have no idea about the various situations in the old city. If I admit it at this time,
Who knows what kind of trouble it will cause. Not to mention others, that pockmark makes me feel very difficult to deal with.
As soon as I said this, Lao An calmed down, turned around and said to Blind Third Master: "Third Master, this is my man. He just came here not long ago, so I came here today to have a meeting with him. I will discuss future transactions."
, let him do it.”
"Hand over a hammer!" Blind Third Master's excitement still hadn't subsided. He pushed away the people around him, rushed into the room with a cane, and forced himself in front of my face. He pointed at my nose and said to the people behind him: "You guys haven't stopped yet?"
You know, this person has caused me a lot of trouble!"
Lao An kept persuading, and several people entered the room. Mazi closed the door with his backhand, and the atmosphere immediately became tense. It was obvious that Blind Third Master might be quite powerful in the old city, and even Lao An was a little taboo.
.The old man is still the same as before, he is very arrogant, he keeps yelling and swearing, and no one can stop him.
Regardless of whether I admit it or not, Blind Third Master thought that I was the one who made him suffer a lot back then. He kept scolding me for a long time, his chest heaved violently, and he couldn't help but sit down on the chair behind him.
The people immediately came over to rub his chest and beat his back. After he took a breath, Lao An asked about the specific situation, but the blind third master didn't explain it clearly. In short, he would not be wrong if he killed him in one bite.
"Third Master, calm down first." Lao An advised: "I still don't understand what you are talking about, but from what you mean, it has been many years. Look at his age. He is in his twenties or thirties.
Years ago, he probably wouldn’t be able to walk.”
The blind third master squinted his not-quite-blind eye, suddenly burst into laughter, turned to me and said, "What's so strange about this? Look at me, haven't I changed?"
"You made a mistake." I said, "You must have recognized the wrong person. I have never seen you."
"You are thicker-skinned than when I was young. Why don't you admit it even after you eat it?" The blind third master seemed to have lost his temper, but his eyes were always narrowed to a slit, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking.
What, a person who has lived for such a long time, in folk terms, is almost becoming a spirit.
The third blind man sat there, stroking the crutch in his hand. He did not speak, and no one else could say anything. The room fell silent. After a long time, the third blind man stood up tremblingly and said, "This matter is not important.
Done."
After saying that, he walked out first. Mazi looked at us. When he looked at Lao An, that very complicated smile appeared on his face again.
"Master An, things in the world are dangerous. You have to pay more attention." Mazi said without looking back as he walked: "Everyone has misfortunes and blessings. You may not know that one day you will be over with just a kick of your legs."
Lao An didn't reply, but his face turned a little ugly. Today's transaction was completely ruined. After the blind third master left, we also left here quickly. Lao An was not in a good mood and was silent along the way, seeming to be thinking about it.
What's on his mind? His look made me feel that there was a deep grudge between him and that pockmarked man.
I felt a little uneasy, because from the moment I met that pockmarked person, I always felt that he was a very difficult person to deal with.
However, what makes me even more uneasy is that the blind third master suddenly appeared in my life. Let’s not talk about whether his appearance will have any impact on me. This thing itself makes people feel strange. Therefore, I have always
While thinking about it, the two of them returned to the small bar in silence. When they entered, Fan Tuan had already been waiting for a while and brought us food.
"You guys eat." Lao An didn't say anything, turned around, walked to the small private room over the bar, and closed the door.
While eating, I asked Fan Tuan about the pockmark. Fan Tuan has lived in the old city for many years and should be more familiar with the situation here than me. I described today's process to Fan Tuan and mentioned
When he was pockmarked, he still needed to remember, but when it came to Blind Third Master, Fan Tuan had an immediate reaction.
Because Fan Tuan's family has always been involved in the cultural relics speculation and trading business, he is very familiar with this circle. Fan Tuan said, Blind Third Master is the most powerful group of cultural relic dealers in the old city. They have risen very rapidly. They seem to eat both black and white.
Open, it started here in the old city four or five years ago.
In less than two years, all the people who should be dealt with were tidied up in the territory. Now the business is big and the foundation is strong. A small or big family like Fan Tuan and his family has collapsed because of the separation. His father decided
Washing hands has something to do with the crowding in by Mr. Blind and others.
Then, I asked Fan Tuan to think back to Mazi. Just by telling him, Fan Tuan didn't understand who I was talking about. During the conversation between Lao An and Mazi today, I remembered that Lao An called each other "Twin Cities".
"Shuangcheng?" Fan Tuan frowned suddenly, as if he had received a hint, and said: "Li Shuangcheng? Mazi Li?"
"You know him?"
"I don't know him, but I know him." Fan Tuan drank a beer and said, "He is a very powerful person."
Sure enough, it was the same as what I felt. The Mazi named Li Shuangcheng was also from the old city, but the boy left home and lived outside for at least ten years. Some people said that he practiced martial arts in the Shaolin Temple, while others said that he practiced martial arts in Yunnan and Vietnam.
He is very capable of following people over the border to sell jade and drugs. In the past two years, Mazi Li returned to the old city from outside and took on a group of apprentices. It is easy for a native like him to take root in the old city. In addition,
His skills were very strong, and it didn't take long for him to have the corresponding power.
Then something happened, and the specific process is not clear, but Fan Tuan said that the incident had a big impact at that time, and Mazi Li was arrested. If I hadn't told him, Fan Tuan wouldn't have known when Mazi Li was released.
"I guess it was Blind Lao San who settled the matter for him?" Fan Tuan guessed: "And then Mazi Li followed him?"
I frowned. The third blind man himself had some secrets that I didn’t know about yet. He was able to sneak all the way from a remote village in Dayanpo to an old city in the north, and he became very prosperous. The process was thought-provoking.
When I served Mazi Li, my heart kept pounding.
"We can't afford to offend people like this, but we can afford to hide from them." Fan Tuan said with his mouth watering: "You can tell Lao An, anyway, blind Lao San and his family are not the only ones receiving the goods. Find someone else.
Buyer, just ship out the goods."
I secretly smiled bitterly, if only things were that simple. He didn't know anything about what happened between me and the blind third master. Today I would rather die than admit it, but the blind third master is blind in his eyes but not in his heart. He must know it.
"Besides..." I thought for a while and said, "Lao An, what's the dispute between you and Mazi Li?"
Hearing these words, Fan Tuan immediately closed his mouth and subconsciously glanced towards the private room. He wiped his mouth and said, "Did they have a conflict today?"
"That's not true, but Mazi Li's tone is very unkind."
"If you don't mention this matter, I won't say it. It's Lao An's biggest taboo." Fan Tuan kept looking at the private room. Although Lao An couldn't hear our conversation, he still lowered his voice and said
: "You should just listen to this matter. If Lao An knows that we are gossiping in private, the consequences will probably be more serious than leaking the secret of the operation."
"I'm just listening, and not a single word will be spread outside."
Fan Tuan nodded. Regarding the matter between Lao An and Mazi Li, Su Xiaomeng brought it up when he was chatting with Fan Tuan in private. Even if other people in the team knew about it, they would not dare to talk about it casually. Only Su Xiaomeng was careless and careless.
Only those with strong lungs have the courage to discuss things with others.
"Lao An and Mazi Li really have a deep personal grudge. It's something that can't be explained clearly, but they kept doing it over and over again, and finally they ended up like this. They are the same enemies." Fan Tuan said: "You may not know yet, Mazi Li