"Chen Hong, just send it here and leave the rest to me."
"I know Wu Diaoke."
Sister Hong glanced at me, turned around and left first.
"Boy, follow me."
Opening the door, what appeared in front of me was an antique courtyard with a rockery made of Lingbi stone, carved stone tables and benches, and a pond with many precious goldfish.
Golden Ear turned around and said, "Boy, I heard that how many times have you met Xie Qirong? Do you have any friendship with him?"
"Thank you madman? Friendship?"
"No, no... no friendship." I immediately shook my head and denied it. I was joking. When it comes to friendship, he has handed me over to refine my energy. Does this count?
Golden Ear twisted his neck back and forth, making a crackling sound in his bones.
He smiled and said: "Xie Qirong, Ma Dianping, and those old men from Pi County. Actually, I have wanted to give it a try with them for a long time."
When I think of the white down jacket and the rattle, I feel scared.
I said he should be in Jiamusi Mental Hospital now.
"I know."
"That place is also in our plan."
Golden Ear looked sleepy. He held an umbrella in one hand, opened his mouth wide, and yawned and said: "Xie Qirong is practicing Qi. Qi training is higher than physical training, but there is a critical point. If I directly use that Qi
If we break up, the others will be gone."
"Forget it, why am I telling you this little brat? Master, I don't understand why she wants to see you."
"Bang bang."
"It's me, Lao Wu."
The door opened with a creak, and two fat old men who looked exactly the same appeared behind the door. They were twins.
My clothes were soaked, so I followed the three people into the house.
The room smells very good, so I lit some incense.
A woman was sitting at the sandalwood table, her back to me, and she was reading a book with her head down.
Her thick, black braids were hanging casually on the carpet, and she wore a purple cheongsam with a high slit, showing her nobility.
"Kneel down."
Golden Ear kicked my knee and made me kneel down.
Then, Zhao Qingwan walked over.
She wore a pair of cloth shoes without socks, with a white flower embroidered on the upper.
Sister Hong told me not to look up, so I kept my head down.
It was the first time I heard Zhao Qingwan's voice. It sounded soft and unhurried.
She said: "Puppets lead the way, and spring will last all year round."
"Since Zheng Hui is dead, the Changchun Society should not continue to exist. My Puppet Society will take its place."
"Do you want to join us?"
Even though I am unwilling in my heart! I dare not say no at this moment. If I do, I will be sunk to the bottom of the Min River.
I lowered my head and said, "I do."
"Oh? Sincerely?" she asked.
"Sincerely, I, Xiang Yunfeng, am willing to join Ms. Zhao's wooden club."
"Wood?"
"No..." I immediately changed my words: "It's a puppet club. I am willing to join Ms. Zhao's puppet club."
Although Zhao Qingwan spoke in a soft voice, there was a sense of oppression. This sense of oppression would make the person speaking to him breathless.
Then I heard her say: "Zheng Hui should have left long ago. In order to guard against me, he has been struggling for many years. Now it is time."
"You go ahead, someone will tell you what needs to be done."
After Zhao Qingwan finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Later, I was sent to a Zen room and met an acquaintance, Qin Huaihu, a poet from Xi'an.
He still looked like that, slovenly and slovenly, looking like he was too down and out to eat.
"Ha ha!"
"Brother Xiang! We meet again!"
"Hello, Brother Qin."
"Brother Qin, Sister Hong told me that I am Kuding, then who are you?" I asked him.
"I?"
He shook his head: "I don't do anything. I just help write letters and do some chores."
"Master has told me, if you have anything to ask, you can ask me, and I will tell you whatever I can."
"Indeed there is."
The thing I care about most.
I asked: "Brother Qin, if I join your puppet club, do I have to pay every month?"
"of course."
He explained: "Kudin's mission is to make money. Starting from this year, there will be big actions in the meeting. Kudin has added tasks in various places, because we use money in many places."
"How much do you have to pay?" I asked.
"The amount you pay varies by level. Level one is about 20,000 yuan per month, level two and three are between five and one hundred thousand, level four is between 150,000 and 200,000, and finally level five.
That’s a lot to pay. The fifth-level Kudins in our puppet club are usually the bosses of big companies.”
After hearing his explanation, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Twenty thousand yuan is not too little, but it is not too much for me, and it is acceptable.
Unexpectedly, Qin Huaihu told me the next second: "Brother Xiang, you are not Level 1, you are Level 4, and you have to pay about 150,000 per month."
"ah?"
"no!"
"Brother Qin! I just came in! Why is it level four!"
"You must have made a mistake. I should be level one! Kudin, level one, should start from scratch!"
Seeing my excitement, Qin Huaihu said with a smile: "I don't have the final say on this. In addition, Kuding has to hand over 90% of his total assets. If anyone cheats, he will be punished by those who are involved."
"We have investigated and found that you have two bank cards with total assets of 2.7 million...3460 cents. After deducting 90%, you still have about 260,000 yuan."
My heart bleeds as I listen.
This money was earned through countless nights of hard work! It’s almost gone!
"No, no...Brother Qin, you are definitely mistaken. I don't have that much money, I borrowed it all."
Qin Huaihu looked at me as if he wanted to believe it or not.
"What if I don't pay? Is there anything going on?" I asked.
He said: "It's not a big deal if you don't hand it over, but you may not be able to open your eyes in the future."
"Haha, I'm not kidding, just listen to me. You must pay this money. We didn't save you in vain when we saved you. This is the price you should pay now."
"Brother Xiang, I gave you a poem in Xi'an. Do you still keep it?"
I lost that poem a long time ago and forgot where I lost it.
He said: "At first, they all looked down on me. Only brother, you are willing to buy my calligraphy. This shows that you recognize my calligraphy. I am very grateful."
"Can you recite it in memory?"
I have a good memory, so I thought about it and said:
"The drunken life returns to a dream."
"A lifetime of hard work goes unpaid."
"Reducing talents regardless of style."
"Xi'an nobleman Xiang Yunfeng."
"That's right, every word is correct."
"Why...."
He sighed heavily and said: "Because you recognized me, Qin Huaihu, that's why I gave you this poem."
"Actually, as early as that day, I had already written down your fate today in the poem, but you didn't take it to heart."
Next.
He messed up the order and read the poem he gave me as a gift in front of me again.
That’s how it should be read.
"The noble man of Xi'an returns to his dream."
"Drunk and unfulfilled."
"Reducing talents regardless of style."
"Xiang Yunfeng has worked hard all his life."
I was stunned on the spot.
This poem is just reorganized in order, but the sound and meaning are completely different.
