Pu Jian said: "You mean, Sun Changli went to pick up his father's ashes?"
Xu Chunliang said: "You must never overestimate the lower limit of a gambler."
Huang Wanglin frowned: "I was there when Sun Laowen was buried. He was buried in the suburbs, not in a cemetery."
Xu Chunliang suggested: "How about we just go there."
The reason that drove Xu Chunliang to go find out was that Sun Changli revealed that his father, Sun Laowang, and Xue Renzhong had been in contact back then. They were both in the same industry. Although the north and the south were different, it was normal for them to have contact, but Xie Boxiang specifically inquired about this.
Things were a bit unusual, especially after Xu Chunliang talked to Xie Boxiang about the cold jade coffin.
Xu Chunliang highly suspected that Sun Laowen was the one who stole the cold jade coffin with Xue Renzhong.
Sun Laowen's current cemetery was bought by himself during his lifetime. Cemeteries like this in suburban areas were still very cheap in those days. A piece of forest land could be purchased for several thousand yuan.
Huang Wanglin attended Sun Laowen's funeral back then. He had a relative buried here, so he remembered it very clearly. The three of them drove to the foot of the mountain and walked along the mountain road. Not long after walking, they heard screams. This sound
It was clearly Sun Changli.
Xu Chunliang asked Pu Jian to accompany Huang Wanglin and walked slowly over, while he walked forward quickly.
There are several tombs in the cypress forest. Sun Changli was lying in front of one of the tombs. Four big men were beating and kicking him around him. Sun Changli curled up, hugged a porcelain jar with both hands, and wailed: "This is me.
Dad's grave, you hit the wrong person..."
The strong man at the head, with broad shoulders and round waist, gave Sun Changli a hard kick: "You're the one I'm going to beat, you bastard. You dare to rob the tomb, so give me your stuff."
Sun Changli shouted: "My father is buried here, it's none of your business."
One person said: "We are cemetery administrators, please hand over the ashes quickly." He reached out to grab the ashes as he spoke.
Although Sun Changli is a gambler, he has been in society for so long and has an extremely flexible mind. He has long seen that the real purpose of several people is to snatch the urn in his hand, and wailed: "Help! Come quickly, help!"
The strong man at the head of the group kicked him in the face, causing Sun Changli's nose to bleed. He threatened: "Shut your stinky mouth and hand over your ashes quickly, or I'll beat you to the point where your parents won't recognize you."
Sun Changli hugged the porcelain jar tightly: "Kill me if you have the guts, otherwise don't even think about it!"
Several people gathered around him, pulling his arms and legs, trying to snatch the urn away.
Xu Chunliang arrived at this time and gently patted the strong man on the shoulder. As soon as the strong man turned around, a fist the size of a vinegar bowl hit him firmly in the face.
The four big men under the guise of cemetery administrators did not expect that Cheng Yaojin would show up halfway. At first they saw that Xu Chunliang was the only one, and thought they could take him down due to the large number of people, but they soon understood that the opponent's
The fists are so hard, as hard as rocks, they are not even eggs in comparison.
Xu Chunliang knocked the four of them to the ground three times without using any acupuncture skills. He beat them so hard that they couldn't get up.
Sun Changli, who had a bruised nose and face, sat up holding the jar of ashes and said with surprise and joy: "Xu...Mr. Xu, why are you here?"
At this time, Huang Wanglin, supported by Pu Jian, also rushed over panting.
Sun Changli said: "Third Master, you have to make the decision for me!" He knelt down to Huang Wanglin holding the jar of his father's ashes.
Pu Jian stepped forward and kicked one of them: "Who told you to do this?"
"We are cemetery management..."
Before he finished speaking, Pu Jian kicked him again.
Xu Chunliang squatted down and grabbed the shoulder of the strong man in the lead. With a little force, the strong man screamed in pain like a slaughtering pig: "Master, master, please be gentle... Ouch... it hurts... it hurts me to death...
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Xu Chunliang said: "Tell me, who asked you to come?"
"No... oh... I said... I said... yes... yes... Boss Zeng..."
"Zeng Yuanqing?"
"Yes...yes..."
Xu Chunliang let go.
Pu Jiandao: "Do you want to call the police?"
Xu Chunliang waved his hand: "Get out of here!"
The four strong men wanted to leave quickly, but the pain from Xu Chunliang's fists and feet was too much. They supported each other and finally stood up and limped down the mountain.
Sun Changli said: "Let me be right. Uncle Xie's death is unclear. Maybe it was Zeng Yuanqing who killed him."
Xu Chunliang glared at him: "You are not a good bird either. You dug your own father's grave."
Sun Changli said: "I...I'm just curious."
Huang Wanglin sighed and turned around, meaning out of sight, out of mind.
Xu Chunliang also curiously pointed to the porcelain jar. Sun Changli didn't know what it meant. He thought Xu Chunliang was going to snatch it from him, so he took a step back in fright.
Pu Jian said: "No one wants to snatch this unlucky thing from you. You will definitely not give up if I don't let you see it. Take a look at what's inside and hurry up and put your father to rest."
Pu Jian was the most curious. He also wanted to see what was in the urn of Sun Laolian. In fact, the three of them had the same idea, otherwise no one would have come all the way here.
Sun Changli opened the urn and took out the ashes wrapped in red cloth. At the bottom of the urn, he found a plastic bag with a key, a deposit receipt from the bank vault and an IOU. The IOU was written by Xie Boxiang that year.
Ming owes Sun Laowen two million, and the deposit certificate and key are what Sun Laowen kept in the bank's vault.
Sun Changli took the IOU and said excitedly: "Uncle Xie really owes me money."
Huang Wanglin, who had been carrying his body, let out a long sigh and said: "Master Xie collected the ashes for your father back then. He must have put these things in with his own hands. How could he owe your father money? He probably gave it to you in this way.
Just leave something behind."
Pu Jian said: "It seems that your father rented a safe in the bank. Maybe there is something really valuable in it."
Sun Changli was so excited that he was trembling with excitement about this unexpected fortune, and he was speechless: "It should be... it should be..."
Xu Chunliang said: "The more valuable it is, the more troublesome it is."
Pu Jian said: "Yes, there are some things that I am afraid of costing my life."
When Sun Changli heard the two singing harmoniously, it was like someone poured a bucket of cold water on his head. He had been beaten up just now. If Xu Chunliang hadn't appeared in time, even the urn might have been snatched away.
Seeing Xu Chunliang turning around to leave, Sun Changli quickly followed him: "Mr. Xu, don't leave!"
Xu Chunliang said: "I can help you for a while, but I can't help you forever. You can take care of yourself."
Pu Jian said: "You're right, don't meddle in other people's business during the Chinese New Year, so as not to cause bad luck."
Sun Changli could only place his hope on Huang Wanglin: "Third Master, you also know my father and are a good friend of Master Xie. You can't just ignore him and save him, right?"
Huang Wanglin said: "The most I can do is help you get the two million back. I can't take care of other things."
"It must be taken care of!" Sun Changli said: "Let's go with me to take out the contents of the safe. The money will be mine, and you can take the other things, okay?"
Xu Chunliang stopped: "This is what you said."
Sun Changli said: "I keep my word. Even if the things my father left behind are given to me, I won't be able to cash them in. I only want money, so you should do good deeds and help me. I can't beat Zeng Yuanqing."
Pu Jian stretched out his hand.
Sun Changli didn't understand what he meant.
Pu Jian said: "Give me the key and deposit receipt, otherwise how can I trust your sincerity."
Huang Wanglin said: "Let's bury your father first."
As expected, Sun Laowen rented a safe in the bank during his lifetime. Xie Boxiang was the only person who knew about it. Xie Boxiang also considered telling Sun Changli about this before his death, but he knew Sun Changli too well. No matter how much he gave him, he would still lose in the end.
They are all hesitating.
When Sun Changli visited him on the first day of this year, Xie Boxiang gave him some tips. Maybe even Xie Boxiang himself did not expect to die so soon.
Sun Laowen kept a piece of nothing in the bank safe, a gray bead, but no cash as Sun Changli expected.
Xu Chunliang, who accompanied Sun Changli to pick up the things, could tell at a glance that the Wu Shi Pai was carved from Nether Han Jade. As for the gray bead, although it looked inconspicuous, it was a priceless treasure, the Shark's Tears.
Sun Changli didn't know what he was selling, so he grabbed the Netherworld Hanyu with one hand. His tentacles were like ice, and it was cool to the bone.
Xu Chunliang said: "If I were you I wouldn't touch this thing."
Sun Changli said: "Is this cold jade? It's so cold."
Xu Chunliang said: "It's poisonous." He asked for both things. Of course he wouldn't ask for Sun Changli's things in vain and promised to give him five hundred thousand.
Now it can be concluded that Sun Laowen was also one of the people who participated in stealing the cold jade coffin.
When leaving the bank, news came from Huang Wanglin and Pu Jian that the will and IOU left by Xie Boxiang had been verified by notes and fingerprints and were confirmed to be authentic. Now the whole matter is basically clear.
The will in Zeng Yuanqing's hand should be a fake. Since Zeng Yuanqing dared to forge a will, perhaps Xie Boxiang's death was not that simple.
Xie Boxiang's mourning hall is still there, but no one has come to express condolences. Only Zeng Yuanqing and his gang are waiting there. At least on the surface, Zeng Yuanqing, this apprentice, has done his best to be benevolent and righteous.
Huang Wanglin used to be very emotional that Xie Dayandai was lucky to have this apprentice, but now he discovered that Zeng Yuanqing was also a two-faced guy. There is no doubt that he tampered with the will and tried to seize Xie Boxiang's inheritance.
Huang Wanglin, accompanied by Xu Chunliang, Pu Jian and Sun Changli, came to Xie Boxiang's courtyard again. As one of Xie Boxiang's few friends during his lifetime, he had to stand up for his old friend.
Zeng Yuanqing still treated his senior with respect, even though he had guessed Huang Wanglin's intention in advance.
Zeng Yuanqing said: "Third Master, what do you think you can teach me by bringing Sun Changli here this time?"
Sun Changli glared at Zeng Yuanqing, but this time he didn't speak. This was what Huang Wanglin had explained in advance.
Huang Wanglin glanced at Sun Changli, who handed the IOU left by Xie Boxiang to Zeng Yuanqing.
Zeng Yuanqing took it, looked at it, and said softly: "It does look like my master's handwriting. I wonder where this IOU came from?"
