The young woman, Qingqing, tugged at Fu Ping'an's sleeve, feeling somewhat uneasy.
Fu Pingan comforted him, "What are you afraid of? My father already knows about you anyway..."
Qingqing: "..."
Chen Xian found a broker and bought a house nearby to settle the people down.
They also arranged for several wolfhounds to guard the house.
I went straight to the clothing store.
...
A village near Huangtulou in Lushang County.
A large number of beggars gathered there.
A man silently searched among dozens of beggars for a man in his thirties with deep forehead wrinkles.
Upon seeing a similar-looking man, he would mutter to himself, "Qinghai Lippi..."
The other beggars looked at the disheveled man and scolded, "Where did this madman come from? The gang is getting worse and worse; any kind of madman can get in."
mingling among the crowd like this, one day, the man with the forehead wrinkles suddenly shouted at the chicken feather, "Egg-boiling goat milk!"
Chicken Feather lowered his voice speechlessly and said, "How dare you pronounce my words, you brat, you 'Qinghai Lipipeng'!"
It matches up.
Liu Quan carefully examined the man and said in a low voice, "Let's talk in private."
The two then made an excuse to squat in the grass, facing the river, and began to introduce themselves.
Liu Quan said earnestly, "I'm from the next village. I've known you, sir, for many years. We have a very good relationship. I was recently released from prison and did something important for you."
Having weathered many storms, you should listen to me on this mission.
I've been to prison; I'm not an ordinary person.
My nickname in the gang is Liu Laoliu.
Liu Quan looked at the burly man opposite him and felt a sense of crisis.
Since the master entrusted me with such a confidential matter, it shows a great deal of trust.
But now, just as the master said, another person has been assigned, which shows that the master trusts him a lot.
Liu Quan's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he looked at the master's first lackey; no one could take him away.
The same thought crossed Chicken Feather's mind.
They all thought they were just lackeys of the boss, and that only the number one spot belonged to them.
Staring at him, she whispered, "I've been following the boss for less than a year, but in the food street, I helped him handle a big matter in the prison cell."
He then went to Yingzhou Prefecture and did another important confidential task for his boss.
Is going to jail something to be proud of?
I've been there too.
Liu Quan's face stiffened slightly as he looked at the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who had also been to prison.
He continued, "I followed the master's instructions and kept watch on someone in Red Leaf Village for a full month, and the mission was completed with a very high degree of success."
The two started arguing fiercely.
They kept calling him "Master".
They kept calling him "boss."
Neither of them would give in.
Liu Quandao: "Okay, rock, paper, scissors, whoever wins gets to decide!"
"Okay. That's fair."
Best of three.
Liu Quan: "Cloth!"
Chicken Feather: "Scissors!"
Liu Quan: "Hammer."
Chicken Feather: "Scissors."
Liu Quan: "Cloth".
Chicken Feather: "Cloth".
Two or three bizarre draws occurred, and I gradually lost patience.
Liu Quan said helplessly, "How about this, let's discuss this mission and take the silver notes from the Beggars' Sect leader."
Chicken Feather: "Is that all? Don't you think it's too simple?"
What do you mean?
"Don't you think this is a force to be reckoned with? If we could bring this force under our control, wouldn't it be helpful to the boss?"
"Hmm, that makes sense."
Chicken Feather chuckled and said, "How about this, whoever gains the beggar leader's trust first will be the boss, and we'll follow his orders for this mission."
"fair enough."
Liu Quan clenched his fists, becoming unusually serious.
Damn it, this guy looks like he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he's got a lot of ulterior motives. How come I didn't think of that beforehand?
I have very little time left; I must gain the beggar leader's trust as soon as possible.
...
Although Uncle Fu already knew Chen Xian's plans in advance.
But then he heard his son say lazily and arrogantly, "Yeah, Uncle Xian, he found a bunch of old maids with clean backgrounds, dragged them out of the building, I don't know how he plans to sell their clothes..."
"About ten girls!"
After taking a sip of the cold tea, Fu Ping'an said lazily, "Dad, why aren't you smiling?"
Uncle Fu nodded stiffly and took a deep breath: "Has this matter already become known throughout the building?"
"Fortunately, it's Chen Xian who's embarrassed, not Mr. Liaozhai."
"Of course, Uncle Xian has completely revealed his identity as the author of Liaozhai!"
"Um?"
"It's alright. As long as you don't provoke some of the city's rich kids, those bad bastards won't make a fuss."
"Father, don't worry. It's like this. Unfortunately, we ran into some ignorant young masters. Lu Chengfeng, can you believe it? That guy actually attacked people and had his lackeys do the dirty work."
"That's good... Back then, we were beating up Xu Pingchao. If Lu Chengfeng is sensible and sees what happened to his teacher, he probably won't cause us any trouble!"
Take a deep breath.
"Haha, I never expected that the usually mild-mannered Uncle Xian would act like a江湖人 (jianghu person, someone from the martial arts world)... and beat up Lu Chengfeng's entourage."
I'm numb.
Uncle Fu was completely numb.
Fu Ping'an looked at his father curiously: "Dad, why aren't you laughing? Isn't it funny?"
Uncle Fu rubbed his stiff face, wanting to scold his silly son, but he stood up helplessly, speechless with emotion.
He forced a smile, bent down, and started looking for something at the doorway.
"Dad, what are you looking for?"
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