Gu Fenglin smiled: "Yes, I am stingy, but you are so arrogant, please don't argue with me."
Meng Xiang muttered: "I don't know how I developed this temperament. I don't want to suffer any losses, and I don't want others to take advantage of me."
Gu Fenglin replied: "I grew up on my own, no one taught me."
The appearance was stagnant again, and I realized that young people nowadays are really difficult to get along with. I was very angry when I thought about it, so I kept silent and just lowered my head and drank tea.
Gu Fenglin did not disturb him, and slowly read through the testimonies, occasionally taking a sip of Ruyi tea.
Meng Xiang was silent for a long time and said: "Give me some of your wishful tea."
"No difference." Gu Fenglin still didn't give him a good face.
"That's too much!" Meng Xiang shouted: "Do you still want to cooperate?"
Gu Fenglin raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
The two looked at each other without speaking, only looking at each other's sincerity.
Finally, Gu Fenglin picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea and handed it over.
Meng Xiang took a look and saw that the teacup was as small as a date, so he became even more disgusted: "If you don't give it, I won't give it to you. This will make you even more bully!"
Gu Fenglin was about to take the teacup back.
He quickly grabbed a gulp and drank it all, and said proudly: "You don't want it for nothing."
"Bull drink." Gu Fenglin mocked him rudely.
Meng Xiangxue learned that he couldn't put on airs like a senior, so he pretended not to hear: "Is this the tea used to treat Sansan's illness?"
He asked seriously, and Gu Fenglin replied seriously: "Exactly."
Meng Xiang sighed hypocritically: "Poor San San, this kid has a home and can't go back."
Gu Fenglin just listened and didn't answer.
Meng Xiang continued: "He was afraid that you and I would fight too hard and it would be difficult to get caught in the middle, so he left. It's so pitiful."
Gu Fenglin didn't accept the move: "Let's be honest, there are a lot of things going on."
Meng Xiang thought of the scene in the palace last night with a lump in his throat. He wanted to talk about it, but he didn't dare to completely believe Gu Fenglin.
After much hesitation, I decided to do the practical work first.
He took out a few wooden signs and handed them over: "Do you know this? These were all found in the houses of the spies in our house."
Gu Fenglin threw it on the table casually: "I also found a lot of them in that house last night."
"I always feel that they still want to cause big things." Meng Xiang leaned on his chair, showing some fatigue.
The Patrol Department is a bunch of trash. They usually patrol the streets to catch vendors, bully people, and fight with gangsters. But when it comes to such a big thing, they are completely useless.
The gangster named Kerang just disappeared without a trace.
This made Meng Xiang very angry. After living for half his life, he was so played by an unknown person. He was very angry.
He deeply suspected that Gu Fenglin had more clues and eagerly hoped to share them.
However, Gu Fenglin only said "Yes" and stopped talking.
Meng Xiang couldn't hold it any longer and said, "Take out what you have in your hand!"
Gu Fenglin smiled slightly: "What can you give me?"
"I..." Meng Xiang thought about it carefully. To this day, it seems that he can't give Gu Fenglin anything anymore.
A truce between the two sides is not only good for Gu Fenglin, but also good for him.
Gu Fenglin showed a fox-like smile: "Last night, when Meng Xiang entered the palace, what happened? Why didn't the Imperial Guards be called in?"
Meng Xiang was silent for a long time, then sighed: "Did you already know this?"
Knowing that the emperor is ridiculous now and not worth relying on.
Gu Fenglin avoided answering: "Ten positions. If you give up ten positions, I will let you share the information I have."