It was the veterans who made him rich in the first place, and now it is the veterans who make him make ends meet.

Back then, this person earned the black money of countless veterans, but he also did things for the veterans, which made the veterans deeply grateful. When he was poor, the relics of the veterans helped him to make ends meet.

A drink and a peck are all creation.

In Buddhism, this is the cause and effect of Uncle Liao.

When Jin Feng was cleaning up the medal, Uncle Liao took down several large cardboard boxes from the second floor, which were filled with paper items.

Some are letters, some are calligraphy, some are books and magazines, all of them are things that have been around for years.

These are the veterans' collections.

These things are left over from Uncle Liao's selection, and he sold good calligraphy, calligraphy, paintings, and rare books to those second-class dealers.

Jin Feng didn't care about these objects at first. When Uncle Liao picked up the calligraphy and paintings in one of the cardboard boxes and put them in a pile, Jin Feng's afterglow moved leisurely.

Squinted at the stack of papers in the pile of calligraphy and drawings, and blinked slightly.

"Paint the Golden Heart!?"

"Qianlong's?"

Quietly continued to rub the medals, secretly observing the calligraphy and paintings in these cardboard boxes.

These calligraphy and paintings are different from others, they are not framed, they are all painted paper and rice paper, and I think the veterans are too expensive to take them to frame.

After a while, Uncle Liao took down all the things on the second floor and piled them up in most of the rooms on the first floor.

From the number of these things, you can imagine how many veterans' relics Uncle Liao collected back then.

"Have you ever counted how many veterans have taken care of the aftermath?"

Uncle Liao shook his head blankly, with a hint of shame on his face.

Outside the door there were a few hurried horns and brakes, followed by a flurry of heavy footsteps.

Uncle Liao looked back, suddenly changed color, and screamed in horror: "Big stone." The Tianmeng branch is here. He is the head of the hall...... Come on...... Block ......"

While saying that Uncle Liao jumped up and was about to close the door, he hadn't taken two steps when the light dimmed in front of him, and the door was already full of people.

A group of people held baseball bats and golf clubs, and some held Guan Gong knives and Japanese knives.

A murderous group of people stood at the door, and the street was filled with a large group of black people.

Outside, the brakes were rattling, and the sound of the doors closing was like a life-threatening note.

Uncle Liao took a few steps back, and knelt down for the other party with a pop.

"Where's that thin man from Lu Kezai?"

"Near the north, it's him. ”

"The hall master is him!"

A man shouted angrily: "Kill him!"

A large group of people rushed in, and the guys in their hands raised their hands to greet Jin Feng.

"Bang!"

Where a dull thunder sounded, the people at the scene couldn't help but shake their bodies. Look at Jin Feng's back.

In an instant, the person who rushed to the front suddenly shrank his pupils to the size of a needle's eye, his heartbeat stopped, and he couldn't stop retreating.

"Ding!"

A crisp and pleasant voice echoed, and an earth-colored bullet shell beat happily on the ground, attracting everyone's attention.

Everyone's eyes blinked as the bullet case jumped, and when the bullet case stood still, a dozen pairs of eyes slowly projected onto Jin Feng's back.

In an instant, a group of people were frightened, and they came down in a cold sweat, and they didn't dare to take a step forward.

"Gun ......"

"Gun...... He has a gun......"

"Hall Master, he has a guy!"

A group of people kept screaming in their mouths, crawling out in terror.

Jin Feng was still sitting on the low bench, his head didn't turn back or twist, but his right hand pressed down, and the *** gun in his hand moved flatly.

The person who was pointed at the muzzle was so frightened that his hair stood on end, his heart stopped, and the chrysanthemums were clamped.

Everyone kept retreating until they were out the door, dodging in both directions.

The noisy and angry scolding outside also stopped, and the gate was instantly emptied. A few people who were not afraid of death had the courage to look inside the door, and they were immediately frightened and retracted their heads, and they were so frightened that they couldn't look like they.

Uncle Liao looked at the yellow-and-white inlaid pistol in Jin Feng's hand stupidly at this time, and his lower body was already wet.

Lu Kezi with a gun?!

My Mazu Niang!

What's the reason for that?

There was silence inside and outside the house for half a minute, and a deep and low voice came from outside the house: "Lu Kezai." You're only one person. A gun has only seven bullets. ”

"We've got fifty people here!"

Jin Feng casually put the gun aside, a cigarette in his mouth, wiped the medal in his hand, and said without any vitality: "First, you only have thirty-nine people!"

"Second, I, here, have two guns!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a hissing sound of gasping air outside, like a snake spitting out a letter.

And Uncle Liao was already so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, trembling.

After another ten or so seconds, the voice outside came again, with a hint of rebelliousness: "I don't believe you have two guns." ”

Jin Feng pulled his left hand from under his armpit, took out another gun and slammed it on the table: "Look for yourself." ”

The other party did not dare to poke his head out, but took a few more mobile phones.

After the phone was retracted, there was no sound outside.

"Brother. I am Shi Haoran of the Gaoxiong Branch of the Heavenly Alliance. The people on the rivers and lakes call me the big stone. ”

"You hit our Heavenly Alliance. It's your fault. There's something to say, right?"

Jin Feng responded quietly: "Your mouth stinks!

The fierce voice on the other side sounded: "Then there is no need to talk?"

Jin Feng said in an indifferent tone: "It's okay to talk, it's okay to fight." ”

Shi Haoran's voice came after a few seconds: "Can you talk?"

"Talk about getting in on your own. ”

A few words came out, and Jin Feng's arrogance and domineering surprised the other party a lot.

"I'm in. I didn't bring the guys. ”

After more than ten seconds, a tall young man slowly appeared at the door, raising his hand and walking in step by step.

The young man looked no more than twenty years old, wearing a casual suit, and there was a bit of ruffian on his face, especially the hooked nose.

Judging from the physiognomy, this kind of person is self-centered and belongs to the feminine personality.

When this man approached the hut, he first saw the two dazzling pistols on the stool and the table, and his eyelids jumped involuntarily, and he was also frightened.

Guns are generally black and silver.

But these two are white and yellow, and at first glance they are the kind of collectible things.

I can take out a collectible pistol and play with it......

Thinking of this, the young man's feet were flashing.

Carefully moved his position to Jin Feng, and saw that Jin Feng was wiping those medals and was stunned.

After being stunned for a while, the young man slowly squatted down, put down his hand and took the initiative to hand Jin Feng a cigarette.

"My grandfather and grandfather also had this medal. It's still level 1. ”

"Hmm. ”

"My name is Shi Haoran, what do you call my brother. ”

"Ah Feng!"

"Where?"

"Bashu!"

"Coming to our treasure island?"

"Yes!"

After the soft-spoken opening remarks, the two men smoking cigarettes slowly began to talk.

"You gun...... It's awesome. Ivory inlaid with gold. It's the first time I've seen it. ”

"Even our president is unavoidable. ”

"Hmm. This kind of gun, your president must be able to afford it. The entire province of Treasure Island is also remarkable. ”

Hearing this, Shi Haoran's heart tightened, and he laughed twice: "Do you have a good relationship with Chinese cabbage?"

"He!?Boss Liao?It's okay. I was his buyer. Pick up the goods today. ”

These words made Shi Haoran breathe a sigh of relief, took a deep breath of cigarette and said softly: "Lean north owes us money for water." You beat our people, and I have to explain this to my brothers. ”

"What do you think?"

Jin Feng shook the ashes and said quietly: "Ask your brother to bow three times to apologize to me, and slap yourself three times, and this matter will be over." ”

Shi Haoran's eyes tightened, his face turned pale, the corners of his eyebrows twitched, and he said coldly: "I can't do this." My brother doesn't do it either. ”

"Then get out!"

Jin Feng's voice was like a knife, making Shi Haoran only feel pain in his skin. couldn't help but grit his teeth and said in a low voice: "You are a Lu Ke, this is a treasure island." ”

"So what?"

"The strong dragon does not suppress the head snake. ”

"It's not a raptor, it's not a river!"

Shi Haoran turned his head to look at Jin Feng, his eyes revealed a touch of coldness, smiled coldly, and said quietly: "But you, with a gun." ”

"So what?" I want to talk about "Picking Up Leaks" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~