Little Zhuge knocked on the table and said seriously, "Please understand the situation. I didn't invite you here as a guest. Tell me the truth about Qi Yu."
Do you really think that if he asks someone to bring the criminal Old Wang here, he will talk to Old Wang in a nice tone?
You're overthinking it. If Old Wang cooperates, it's fine. But if he doesn't, there are plenty of ways to make him cooperate "willingly."
Old Wang gave a defiant smile, leaned back in his chair, raised his chin and said defiantly, "If you give me cigarettes, I'll talk to you. If you don't, I won't talk!"
Just give him a quick puff, just one.
Old Wang thought he had the weak man in front of him under control. Qi Yu's matter was on his mind, and he refused to say it, so these people couldn't do anything to him.
With his eyebrows raised slightly, Little Zhuge said calmly, "What kind of punishment do you prefer? A stick, a darkroom, or truth serum?"
It was so bland, as if I were asking a guest what kind of dishes they would like. I have everything from home-cooked stir-fries to the Eight Great Dishes and even imperial banquets. I'll serve whatever you like.
After hearing this, Old Wang's brain, which had been confused by the smoke, finally began to work.
He knew the stick was coming to hit him. What were the darkroom and truth serum?
But as soon as you hear it, you know it's not a good thing. Being able to line up behind the stick, the degree of pain must be cumulative. Old Wang's arrogant attitude finally subsided a little.
He managed to squeeze out a few words with great difficulty: "Who else could Qi Yu be? She's just a traitorous bitch!"
Old Wang's tone was filled with indignation. He really couldn't understand how a little girl who was born to be submissive could dare to turn around and tell her husband's secrets?
If this happened in ancient times, a wife who sued her husband would be thrown to the ground!
It’s all because this era has given women too many privileges. In his opinion, the ancient system of polygamy and multiple concubines should be maintained so that he can be happy!
If a man can really have multiple wives and concubines, it means that the country is in urgent need of men. Old Wang thinks that these women will come over with just a wave of his hand, and he doesn't even need to pay a bride price.
Two of them serve him and smoke opium, two go out to earn money to support the family, two give him a foot massage, and two more wash his clothes and cook for him. Is Qi Yu like this?
Go clean the toilet!
Old Wang was lost in thought when Little Zhuge tapped the table with his index finger. "I don't want to hear your evaluation of her. What I want to know is, is there anything unusual about her being with you?"
abnormal?
Old Wang began to recall the unusual things about marrying Qi Yu, and he was a little puzzled. "She's a bit of a nerd. Sometimes she'd just stand there for a while. She even somehow knew where I hid my cigarettes. It was really weird."
He then went on to talk about some details of his life with Qi Yu, interspersed with his full malice towards her.
Little Zhuge listened silently, often ignoring the insulting words that Old Wang used to refer to women.
Qi Yu had talked to Xiao Zhuge before, but it did not dispel Xiao Zhuge's suspicion of her, because people will subconsciously defend their own behavior.
That is, involuntary selfishness will put oneself in the perspective of the victim to gain sympathy and benefits.
When judging a person, one cannot just look at one aspect. One must dialectically analyze Qi Yu's views and opinions in combination with others', and not jump to hasty conclusions.
From Old Wang's perspective, Qi Yu is a well-deserved jinx, unlucky, and has a little secret.
As he cursed, Little Zhuge had already fully fleshed out the image of Qi Yu, and his heart gradually became heavy.
The person who knows you best is your opponent.
Although what Old Wang said was subjective, combined with what Qi Yu had done before, Qi Yu was a cold-hearted and snobbish person in his bones, making him difficult to be used by the country.
Does he really want to choose such a person as his successor?
Little Zhuge fell into deep thought.
But there are too few people who have the ability to identify talents, and at his age he has only met one person, Qi Yu.
Although some people can become a talent scout with their sharp vision, that requires too much experience and uncertainty, and who knows how many talents will be lost?
Little Zhuge hesitated for a while, but finally asked someone to invite Qi Yu over.
When he heard that Qi Yu was nearby and was about to come to this room, Old Wang was so excited that his face beamed with joy and he clenched his fists as big as casserole pots.
When Qi Yu pushed the door open, he was in a daze, as if he had been woken up in the middle of a sleep.
She wiped her eyes with her hands and said in a tired voice: "Why did you call me over here so late at night? Can't you tell me tomorrow? You... Old Wang! Why are you here?!"
Halfway through his speech, Qi Yu finally saw Lao Wang's angry face in a daze, and was immediately frightened awake.
Old Wang kept saying that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge, and he no longer cared about the punishment like the stick that Little Zhuge threatened him with. He rushed over with handcuffs and anklets on to beat Qi Yu.
After many years, Qi Yu's running posture was still as agile as ever, and he quickly jumped behind Xiao Zhuge.
She trembled and asked Xiao Zhuge: "What are you doing? Ah, don't come over here!"
Seeing that Old Wang was furious and wanted to beat Little Zhuge as well, Qi Yu quickly ran behind another piece of furniture and tried to dodge.
Old Wang was still rational and a little afraid of Xiao Zhuge's revenge, so he quickly stopped and went after Qi Yu again.
The two men turned the interrogation into a game of hide-and-seek. Due to the torture instruments on their bodies, Old Wang had a hard time catching up.
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