Chapter 395 I don’t want to talk nonsense with you, you don’t deserve to listen
When a business worth five million US dollars came to him, the owner of Fenglongtang knew who his distinguished guest was.
So it goes without saying that the couple who are strolling on Liulichang Street at this moment are not ordinary guests, but deadly evil stars.
And now, the evil star has come to the door.
Looking at the young man and girl dressed like ancient scholars and beautiful ladies slowly walking into the narrow alley, the owner of Fenglongtang swallowed hard, forced himself to calm down, stuck his head out to pretend to check the weather, and then slowly retreated into the store.
It was hot in midsummer, but the deep and narrow alleys were filled with a chill. However, no matter how cold it was, it was not as cold as the heart of the owner of Fenglongtang at that moment.
If I had known earlier, I would have run away without delay. Now I am stuck in this dead end, and there is really no other way but to jump over the wall!
Looking out through the gaps in the doors and windows, I saw the young couple walking and talking in low voices, looking relaxed and comfortable.
The owners of the surrounding shops heard the news and went out enthusiastically to solicit business, trying to invite the two wealthy investors into their stores like brothels soliciting customers.
However, the two men who had just been welcoming customers from all the shops on the street now ignored the enthusiastic greetings from both sides, and continued their pace, heading straight for Fenglongtang deep in the alley with a clear goal.
Now, everyone knows who this young couple is going after.
"It has to be Mr. Lin."
“Although the store is not big, its reputation is really good.”
"Let's go, let's give this business to Mr. Lin. He hasn't opened the shop for several days. That guy has so many things in his hands. If he buys two more, he won't be able to hold them all."
People from the surrounding shops looked at each other and unanimously gave the fat sheep to the owner of Fenglongtang. It was obvious that this old man had a good relationship with his neighbors and everyone thought he was a good person.
But they were kind-hearted, but they didn't know that Lin Fenglong, who was hiding in Fenglong Hall, was cursing in his heart at this moment:
Go and stop them, what are you all standing there for?
Normally, they're all so hardworking and eager to grab business, but how come today they only know how to respect the elderly and love the young?!
However, no matter how angry he was, he could not change the boy and girl's decision, and he kept walking towards Fenglong Hall.
Yangjiao Hutong is narrow and deep, with mottled gray walls and traditional roof tiles of varying heights on both sides. It seems like a completely different world from the bustling main street just a few steps away.
Lu Mingfei held Eiry's hand and walked slowly, like a prince or princess on a secret visit.
Eri looked curiously at the alley that had suddenly become quiet. In the relatively dim light, the fiery red skirt she was wearing was still as bright as a dancing flame, making her skin whiter than snow and her eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as a painting.
Lu Mingfei's expression was indifferent, even a little cold, which was out of tune with the leisurely shopping atmosphere.
His eyes were fixed on the small shop at the deepest part of the alley with a sign that read "Fenglongtang". The door was closed and the royal blue cotton curtain was hanging, as if the shop was not going to be open for business today.
But everyone in the alley saw Lin Fenglong leisurely coming back after breakfast, and he just opened the door to look at the sky.
Lu Mingfei had serious doubts at first, but after seeing the man's appearance and behavior, as well as the sickle-tailed weasel circling throughout the alley, he was certain of it.
Walking slowly to the door of Fenglong Hall, he could sense that the old man inside was about to escape over the wall. With a slight smile on his lips, he knocked gently on the door.
After two "knock knocks", the store door creaked open. The light inside the store was not very bright, but through the paper-covered windows, light could be seen through, and countless dust particles that showed off wealth could be seen.
There are tables and wooden boxes of various sizes here. There is no incense burning in the stove on the counter, so the store is filled with the mixed smell of old wood, stale paper and a faint smell of dampness and mold.
The antique shelves are filled with various kinds of porcelain and bronze wares, calligraphy and paintings are hung on the walls, as well as thread-bound books, Tang Sancai pottery, stone inkstones and brush washers. It seems that everything is for sale.
Lu Mingfei shouted towards the empty shop:
"Boss Lin, are you there?"
In the backyard, Lin Fenglong, who was about to jump over the wall, froze in place. Although he looked old, his body was still strong and powerful, but at this moment he looked like a centenarian who was about to die.
He had a premonition that if he dared to jump, his body would remain in the store and his head would fall outside the alley.
Looking at the bag on his back, he sighed silently, thinking that his life was in danger.
He had been waiting for this day for a long time. Although it was not Ange who came to him, Lu Mingfei was obviously more terrifying than Ange. After all, that old monster was almost invincible against humans because his words were too shameless.
Lu Mingfei is different, he can really kill the Dragon King.
But fortunately, although Lu Mingfei is strong, he is definitely not as cunning and scheming as an old fox like Ange.
Maybe he could use a little trick and escape with his life.
Let's wait and see. If he really came to do business based on some gossip, then there is still room for negotiation.
If not... it all depends on how much power my eloquent tongue has left.
Soon, while Eiry was looking around curiously and Lu Mingfei was standing with his hands behind his back waiting, a thin old man in a bamboo shirt came out from the back room, lifting the curtain.
"Oh, you two are so handsomely dressed! It's a real honor to have you visit our humble inn."
The visitor had short gray hair, deep and three-dimensional facial features, and the same iron-gray eyes as Ange and Finger. He was obviously a European, but he spoke authentic Beijing dialect.
Lu Mingfei looked at him, a hint of a smile on his lips: "Boss Lin, you speak Chinese very well. You have been in China for many years, right?"
This man's accent is the same as Caesar's, both of them have a Henan accent.
However, the latter's tutor is from Henan, while the former...
"I'm from Henan." Feng Long walked to the counter, bent over and took out a plate of sandalwood, ready to light it and put it in the incense burner to dispel the stale smell in the house.
Without waiting for Lu Mingfei to ask, he started explaining himself, as if he had repeated it countless times.
"My parents were Germans who stayed in China during World War II. Unfortunately, they died in the war. I was raised by a kind couple from Henan.
So don’t be fooled by my Aryan face and German blood, but I actually have a Chinese heart.”
As he said this, the light of righteousness seemed to be reflected on his thin cheeks, and he looked like someone who said, "I can talk too, and I can be patriotic too."
"Is that so? Boss Lin, this shop has been open for a long time, how did you come up with the idea of doing antique business?" Lu Mingfei took a few casual glances and saw that many items on the cabinets behind the counter had been moved, and many spaces were left empty, revealing no traces of dust.
Obviously, someone had moved it not long ago, and in a hurry, without even cleaning up and putting things in order.
This doesn't seem like the habit of an old antique dealer.
He didn't mention buying anything, but his face almost said, "Lao Deng, I'm here to check your household registration." Lin Fenglong was sweating profusely, but he didn't dare show it on his face:
"Hey, the couple from Henan who adopted me used to set up shop on this street. Back then, their dream was to own a shop of their own. I don't have much talent and can't make a lot of money, but at least I helped them fulfill their wish before they died."
As he spoke, he lit the sandalwood, closed the incense burner, pointed at the things in the store, and said with a smile:
"You two can take a look around and tell me if you like anything."
"No hurry." Lu Mingfei smiled at him, but there was no smile in his eyes. "Can you tell me how your name came about? According to the era when you were adopted, even if you were to name an adopted son, you should probably name him Lin Jianguo or Lin Weiguo."
Lin Fenglong's back was instantly soaked with sweat when he heard this, but he remained calm. Just as he was about to explain, Lu Mingfei didn't even give him a chance to speak, and said in a pointed way:
"Could it be a transliteration of your German name, Boss Lin?"
"That's not the case. My parents came to China to escape the war. Our ancestors weren't nobles, so there was no way they could add 'Feng' to their names." Lin Fenglong's laughter was a little difficult, and his expression was a little tense.
This is no different from holding a gun to his temple and interrogating him.
"Not necessarily." Lu Mingfei glanced at the empty counter. Unlike other shops that displayed a few old photos, he went straight to the point and said:
"As far as I know, your full name is Friedrich von Roon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow of Yangjiao Hutong seemed to be stretched infinitely, and the green smoke of sandalwood in Fenglongtang store twisted like a dying snake.
The color on Lin Fenglong's face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a trace of unconcealable panic flashed in his iron-gray eyes.
"Sir, you are embarrassing me. I only know one person named Friedrich, and he was a field marshal in Nazi Germany." His dry throat rolled with difficulty, and he forced a smile to try to save himself:
"My family came to China to escape the war. This name is unlucky."
Friedrich Wilhelm Paulus was the first Nazi German Field Marshal to be captured during World War II.
But Lin Fenglong can be sure that he has nothing to do with this unlucky guy.
Of course, the experience is somewhat similar, both chose to surrender after being caught.
It was just that after being captured, Paulus chose to testify in the Nuremberg trials, while he chose to be a shameful traitor and personally sent the messenger of death to his former companions.
Lu Mingfei sneered softly, his laughter filled with cold sarcasm. He walked slowly forward, and invisible pressure spread with his footsteps, making it almost impossible for Lin Fenglong to breathe.
"One hundred years ago, at Cassel Manor, among the first generation of Lionheart Society members." Lu Mingfei's voice was low, but every word was like a knife, accurately cutting through the other party's layers of defense and disguise.
"It was you who sent a Dragon King into the manor and caused all the members of the original Lionheart Society to gather at the manor, causing them to be surrounded by Deadpool."
"Sorry, I don't understand what you are saying." Lin Fenglong, or rather Friedrich Fenglong's face turned cold, and he no longer had a fake smile on his face.
"I'm just a German antique dealer. If you're here to buy antiques, I welcome you. But if you're looking for dragons or Deadpool, I suggest you go to the bookstore on the next street. They sell American comic books."
Lu Mingfei's eyes flashed with disappointment when he heard this. "I thought you had the guts to betray me back then, and that you were a man of integrity, staying in the capital and doing business honestly under the name Fenglong, which sounds similar to your name. I didn't expect..."
Before coming here, Lu Mingfei had made many assumptions. He thought that this traitor would quibble, would make excuses and say that he had no choice, would frankly admit it and sigh that retribution had finally come, or would ask if Ange sent you. But he never expected that this guy would be like a turtle and pretend to know nothing.
Are you playing ostrich in front of me?
Originally, Lu Mingfei wanted to do a Zhuge Liang scolding of Wang Lang, calling him a gray-bearded old villain, scolding him a white-haired man, and then forcing him to reveal some clues, but now he was too lazy to even waste his breath.
In the final analysis, he is just a broken-backed dog who has been hiding for nearly a hundred years. Even to do business, he has to do it in a dark corner where the sun doesn't reach. What kind of integrity and backbone can we expect from him?
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, you don't deserve to listen."
He lit up his golden pupils, which then flashed with a kaleidoscope of colors as he stared at Friedrich von Roon, whose expression changed drastically.
"If you have anything to say, let them tell you in person!"
Word Spirit·Dream Tapir!
boom--!!!
The invisible domain expanded, and the terrifying mental power instantly broke down Friedrich von Long's defenses, dragging him into the deepest fear in his heart.
Friedrich only felt a flash before his eyes, and the dim scene of Fenglong Hall around him peeled off like broken glass.
The next moment, a desolate heat wave mixed with dust and smoke blew on his face, the strong smell of blood and gunpowder rushed into his nostrils, and his ears were filled with the sound of weapons clashing, the roars of wild beasts and the howls of humans before death!
He was horrified to find that he was no longer the old man hiding in the antique shop, but had turned back into the archaeologist in a formal suit from more than a hundred years ago.
He was standing on a devastated battlefield, the site of the Cassel Manor where the tragedy had occurred!
All around, shadowy figures were fighting against countless deadpools and dragon subspecies.
"Friedrich! You traitor!" A roar exploded from behind him.
Friedrich turned around suddenly and saw a young man covered in blood, with eyes as sharp as an eagle, staring at him, with a folding knife in his hand dripping with dark red blood.
That was Angers in his youth!
Those eyes burned with deep hatred that almost devoured him.
"Why? We trusted you so much!" Another voice sounded, with the sadness and anger of a lion.
The blond Menech Cassel walked out of the smoke. His body had become inhuman, broken and battered, with bronze scales shattered. Blood flowed from the wounds to the ground, burning the ground into potholes like boiling magma.
He was dragging a pair of broken iron-blue membrane wings behind him, but his eyes were clear and painful, hiding an uncontrollable anger.
"Why……"
Lu Shanyan's figure emerged, there was a huge hole in his heart, his golden eyes were dim, and two lines of thick and fishy blood slowly ran across his face.
(End of this chapter)
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