"Oh, according to what you say, this Xiang Ba is friendly with Yang Ming because Yang Ming saved his life, and Tu Lao Er was introduced into a trap by Yang Ming's design, and then was wiped out by Xiang Ba?" Zhong Huanyu guessed, in his eyes, Yang Ming was just a yellow-haired boy who had not dried up, just a little smarter. Yang Mingtian deals with those innocent students in school, and he is accompanied by some profiteers who play with power, and they are not at the same level psychologically.

"That's probably the case, I later went to that bar and asked the little gangster, he said that he was not at the scene, I don't know the specific situation, but I just heard his buddies at the scene say that the person was killed by Yang Ming with his bare hands, and Boss Tu was also kicked to death, saying that it was kicked out eight or nine meters away, which is too mysterious! After talking to Zhong Huanyu on the phone last time, Zhang Mingyuan decisively went back to find the little gangster and inquired, and spent him 5,000 yuan, but he was also suspicious of these rumors, and most of these rumors were false.

"What about the scene, where is the scene?" Zhong Huanyu also thought that Yang Ming could not have such great ability, he wanted to start from a place where he could see and touch.

"I don't know about this, I forgot to ask at the time! But it shouldn't be useful to ask, the scene must have been cleaned up by them a long time ago!" Zhang Mingyuan was a little puzzled, why is Zhong Huanyu so stupid, other gangsters will definitely not leave a handle on things!

"This is not accurate, I want to know whose territory is at the scene, if it is Xiang Ba, then it's easy to say, install monitoring, you will definitely be able to find evidence of their murder!" Zhong Huanyu insisted that the gangsters must be very rigorous in doing things, and if they want to rest assured, the shady things must be done on their own territory in order to be foolproof, if it is determined that it is Xiang Ba's territory, then the rest of the matter will be easy to do.

"Then what now?" Zhang Mingyuan saw that Zhong Huanyu had a thought, and hurriedly asked.

"Do you remember what that thug looked like?" Zhong Huanyu thought of a solution.

"I remember, I remember, but Jingjiang is so big, where can I find it?" Zhang Mingyuan was helpless, isn't this like looking for a needle in a haystack?

"Go to the bar last time, we'll wait there!"

Wake up the person in the dream with a word, Zhang Mingyuan can be regarded as understanding, and turned around and drove in the direction of the western suburbs.

……

"It's time to get up, you promised to accompany me to a place today. ”

Woke up by Song Zixuan's sweet voice of death, Yang Ming felt that there was something on his face, and when he touched his face, it was the note that was pasted when he lost playing cards last night. I didn't lose a few handfuls last night, so I must have bullied me to go to bed early and put me in the face." ”

Looking at the other beds, one by one is really gone, although it is only eight o'clock now, but these few are busy looking for jobs, and they have all gotten up early to go out.

Rushed to the downstairs of the girls' dormitory, many of the girls who came and went said good morning to Yang Ming affectionately, Yang Ming felt strange in his heart: "How does it feel like a group of customers greeting a duck that has been patronized!"

Song Zixuan jumped up and down as always, took Yang Ming's big hand and walked towards the school gate.

"Why do I feel that the girls in your building are a little weird? Look at me, forget it, why are you still greeting you so affectionately?" Yang Ming wondered.

When Song Zixuan heard Yang Ming's words, her pretty face, which was originally smiling, was dyed red, and she said angrily: "Take a look at the school post yourself!"

"What's it, so embarrassed?" Song Zixuan's blushing face made Yang Ming's heart flutter, and he couldn't help but think crookedly.

In line with the fine tradition of breaking the casserole and asking the end, Yang Ming turned on his mobile phone, clicked into the school's post bar, and put a transaction post at the top, and clicked in.

Seeing those dazzling goods, Yang Ming's heart jumped out of the capital slot. On the picture of a product called "The Dream of 900 Million Girls", there is a pillow printed with Yang Ming's handsome face, exposing the upper body of the eight-pack abs, which looks like a two-dimensional beautiful man.

In the reply below, it was all the landlord's reply "Thank you for the purchase of anonymous buyer xxx, our store has registered a shop of the same name as the dream of 900 million girls" in a treasure, and at the same time opened a limited number of goods for sale, welcome the majority of female compatriots to come and buy!"

"Shameless, I'm going to sue them for violating my portrait rights!" Yang Ming is not joking, recalling the weird smiles on the faces of the girls, as if he was ravaged by them the night before, Yang Ming is even more determined: I must seek justice for myself!

"Okay, let's go! Accompany me to buy things first!" Song Zixuan smiled, took Yang Ming's big hand and left.

Walking to an antique market, many rich people bargain here for a favorite antique or calligraphy and painting.

Looking left and right, Song Zixuan squatted down in front of a jade stall, inspecting the goods on display. Yang Ming looked in front of a stall next to him, this is a stall similar to the nature of a lottery, there are ancient boxes on the ground, some boxes are carved with exquisite moire, some are inlaid with gold and silver, and some are mediocre, but all the boxes are hung with rusty locks, and the sign next to the stall reads: Fifty thousand one, each with a destiny!

Yang Ming's heart moved, opened the perspective eye and scanned it, most of the boxes were some gold and silver jewelry from women, mediocre, worth 50,000 or not He didn't know very well, when he encountered this kind of box, he skipped it directly and looked at the back.

"Drop, discover the remnants of antiquity, the core of the phoenix pith fruit. Status: Sleeping. Uses: Cultivable. The Soul Authority's prompt sounded.

"Phoenix pith fruit? Could it be the phoenix pith in the 'dragon liver and phoenix pith' in the peach banquet in Journey to the West? I don't know what the effect is." Yang Ming was shocked, looking at the thing in the box that looked like a peach pit, and recalled that the word phoenix marrow had been seen in Journey to the West.

Yang Ming pretended to pick a lot, and stroked, and finally, the stall owner was impatient and urged: "Young man, if you want to buy it, buy it quickly, these are all treasures of the age, don't touch my things!"

"That's okay, that's it!" Yang Ming pointed to the ordinary, undecorated wooden box, this box is a drawer type, you can see the traces of opening on it, there is no treachery, it must have been opened by the stall owner, but he didn't recognize it, so he put it in again.

"Are you going to open it now, or do you want to go back and open it yourself?" After Yang Ming paid the money, the stall owner asked with a smile. He actually wanted to laugh, but he was afraid of scaring away Yang Ming, a stunned kid.

"Is there a difference?" Yang Ming didn't know what to pay attention to.

"If I want to open a good thing, I will recycle it at a high price, and if I want to make a profit, I will go back and open it myself. The shopkeeper said bluntly, the owner of this antique market has some means, no one dares to make trouble inside, but it is different outside, it is not uncommon to keep an eye on the inside, and it is not uncommon to go out to do this.

"Then let's open it here!Anyway, it's a prize!" Yang Ming pretended to be a big grin, and a few eyes behind him became excited, staring straight at the box.

As soon as the boss heard this, he was relieved, and a big rich person like this generally didn't care about the garbage. But when they encounter that kind of gambler, they usually gamble with their entire net worth, so after they open the garbage, most of them make a lot of noise, and some even seek death on the spot.

Seeing the boss open the box, Yang Ming took the core of the phoenix pith fruit, pretended to be disappointed, and sighed: "Alas!

"What's the matter, you look happy, you have eaten honey?" Song Zixuan asked with a smile when she saw Yang Mingxing running back.

"You're my honey, will you let me eat it?"

Leaning into Song Zixuan's ear, Song Zixuan, who was stimulated by Yang Ming's whisper, softened all over, as if she had been melted, and said angrily: "Be serious, why are there so many people here?"

"Haha, it's nothing, it's just that I bought something I like!" After a dozen unkind eyes stared, Yang Ming didn't dare to say that he had bought a baby, otherwise he would have to run into trouble after going out.

In order to make those who secretly covet it die, Yang Ming took out the 'peach pit' in his hand and showed it off to Song Zixuan: "Look!

"How much did it cost?" Song Zixuan took the 'peach pit' and examined it several times, but she didn't see anything special.

"Not much, it's only fifty thousand!" Yang Ming smiled stupidly.

The people passing by around glanced at Yang Ming like fools: "It's really mentally retarded, a peach pit costs 50,000 yuan, and he is so happy, they all say that people are stupid and have a lot of money, it should be this person!"

"Okay, if you like it. Let's go to that store and have a look!" Seeing the 'unnaturalness' on Yang Ming's face, Song Zixuan understood Yang Ming's intentions and pulled Yang Ming towards a jade and jade shop.

"Who did you suddenly buy these things for?" Yang Ming only cared about the merchant in the angry post bar along the way, and only then did he find out Song Zixuan's intention.

"My uncle will have his birthday tomorrow, he likes jade the most, I want to buy a better one for him, and I want to take you with me tomorrow, so I will buy a pair, so as not to embarrass you!" Song Zixuan said with a red face, although she had taken Yang Ming to her home several times, but she was limited to her own home, taking Yang Ming to her uncle's birthday banquet, which was a bit like 'recognizing relatives'.

"Uncle's birthday, you can pick that thing, and I'll pay for it. Yang Ming scratched his head innocently, but he was moved by Song Zixuan's intimacy in his heart.

"You can't shout like that, you will be scolded by the uncle, the uncle is conservative, and he feels most sorry for me, if I hear you shouting with me, I may not be able to teach you a lesson." Hearing Yang Ming shouting uncle, Song Zixuan's little face turned even redder, and she reminded Yang Ming with her head buried in a mosquito voice.