Zhao Yongliang put the soda next to him. Even though he saw the other party open the bottle cap with his own eyes, he still didn't want to drink a sip.

This was due to the intimidating effect that the endless stream of "strange stories" that Lin Yi kept talking about had on him.

Because Cai Genbao's business was growing bigger and bigger, and Zhao Yongliang and other nephews also started to do business full-time, Lin Yi often used various so-called hearsay stories to sound the alarm for them.

The story is so strange, even more bizarre than those in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.

The protagonist's stupidity is comparable to that of the farmer and the snake, Dongguo and the wolf, Hao Jian and the old lady.

There are also various thrilling encounters hidden in it, which are even more tragic than the top 100 strange cases in China.

He has heard many stories like this, and the person he meets now is his 'enemy' from many years ago. Can Zhao Yongliang let his guard down?

Of course not. Not only did he refuse to drink the water here, he also refused to eat the food here. Even though his stomach kept rumbling, he refused to eat a single bite. His vigilance was unprecedentedly high.

Zhang Xiuwu didn't force him to eat or drink, but just stared at the situation at the gambling table and explained in a panic:

"Hey, did you see that? This luck is unstoppable," he said exaggeratedly, leaning close to Zhao Yongliang's ear. "Did you see that big bald guy? He used to be broke. His family was in debt and couldn't even make ends meet. Then he traded his sister for a 200 yuan betrothal gift and came to Brother Ba to try his luck. Guess what?"

Zhao Yongliang looked at him without saying a word. He didn't take it seriously and continued, "I've been lucky since that day. At the end of the day, I can at least earn this much."

Zhang Xiuwu extended a hand and slapped him. Zhao Yongliang gave him face and said in agreement, "How much? Fifty thousand?"

Zhang Xiuwu choked, then waved his hand. "Fifty! That's more than a month's salary for an average worker. Now, not only have I paid off all my foreign debts, I've also built a big tiled house and married a beautiful wife."

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Yongliang smugly, but unfortunately he couldn't see any envy on the other's face, which made him a little angry: This idiot, you can't even understand the tone of the words, you deserve to be slaughtered by me.

If I had told Zhao Yongliang this more than a month ago, I might have led him astray. But now, Boss Zhao earns 18,000 yuan a day, and 50 yuan is not enough to delay his work, so he is naturally unmoved.

Zhang Xiuwu asked him with a flattering face: "Hey, Yongguang said that you are doing business now. What kind of business is it? Can you calculate the accounts clearly?" After asking this question, he and Laiba looked at each other, and then the two of them laughed inexplicably.

Zhao Yongliang glanced at the two of them without saying a word. Scarface slapped him on the back of the head and said, "Brother Ergou is asking you a question. Are you speechless?!"

Zhao Yongliang covered his nose, dodged to the side, and said coldly, "Why does your mouth stink so much? Have you never brushed your teeth?"

Young men are all very concerned about their reputation. Being told that they have bad breath in front of so many brothers, Scarface couldn't stand it. He stood up and was about to fight, but Zhang Xiuwu pretended to stop him: "Hey, don't do that to my brother Yongliang, talk nicely."

Scarface glared at Zhao Yongliang and said, "For my brother Ergou's sake, I'll beat you to death, you cripple."

Zhao Yongliang looked at the two of them coldly, a dark gloom in his eyes. After a long pause, he chuckled, "Sitting here is fine. Why don't you show me around the house and yard?"

Zhang Xiuwu's goal had not been achieved yet, so he decided to do the whole show. He immediately agreed and took him to show the house and yard inside and out.

The yard is indeed a good yard, it is big enough, with seven main rooms and a backyard. Unfortunately, the location is not very good, it is a bit remote and does not meet Zhao Yongliang's requirements. Even if the other party really wants to sell it, he doesn't want to buy it.

He had just discovered a small door on the north side of the gambling room, which led to the backyard. After observing the yard as a whole, he guessed that the small door was probably dug temporarily for escape.

Having a general understanding of the environment here, he pretended to be very interested in the house and asked Zhang Xiuwu: "Are the deed and other documents for this yard complete? How many square meters is it in total? Is this Brother Ba's house? What is Brother Ba's full name?"

Zhang Xiuwu replied perfunctorily, "You have more than an acre of land, right? There must be some formalities involved. You can ask Brother Ba yourself later. Brother Ba is Brother Ba. You two can talk to each other later."

After returning to the house, Brother Ba Xiong Tianba looked at Zhao Yongliang without saying a word. At this time, a poor fish had lost all its money, and Brother Ba's gang did not continue to use rhetoric to fool the poor fish. Instead, the poor fish kept begging Brother Ba to lend him some more money to make up for his losses, but was kicked out by Brother Ba.

After Suiyu left, the gambling in the room stopped. Zhao Yongliang could see clearly that except for Suiyu, all the people were in the same group. It would not be easy for him to get away today.

After Brother Ba drove away the bad fish, he fixed his greasy hair in front of the mirror on the wall, and used his hand dipped in saliva to fix it. Then he squeezed away the scab and sat down opposite Zhao Yongliang. His two big hands, like big pliers, pressed on his shoulders.

Zhao Yongliang grimaced in pain, and Brother Ba smiled with satisfaction: "Where did you make your fortune, little brother?"

Yongliang pulled the corner of his mouth bitterly: "Brother Ba, you are joking. I am sick and disabled, and no one wants me anywhere. So I set up a small stall in a crowded place on the street and sell some odds and ends to make a living."

Brother Ba was unhappy: "Little brother, are you trying to play a trick on me? You come to see the house without money?"

Seeing his unfriendly expression, Yongliang quickly explained, "Do you think I have the guts to do that? It was my uncle who bought the house. Zhang Xiuwu must have heard that from my cousin, and he didn't ask clearly whether it was my uncle who wanted to buy the house."

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