"Why did you give me crucian carp?" Took the fish tank Zhao Huchen didn't ask why he gave him a gift, this kind of question is very boring and easy to embarrass, rather than self-inflicted horns, it is better to be single.

"Crucian carp is easy to feed, far less delicate than goldfish, and it lives much longer than goldfish." Mo Die's answer was very simple, with a gentle smile, she looked at the two crucian carp swimming in the fish tank, and her expression was warm.

Zhao Huchen smiled and nodded, he accepted it, a woman like Mo Die doesn't need too many modifiers to embellish, so in the process of getting along with her, there is no need to be too tainted with cheesy politeness, that set is boring and hypocritical.

If two people with the same smell are together, even if they feel disgusting with each other, they will not let go of the dirt on their bodies because of each other, Zhao Huchen and outsiders are about the same, but in front of Mo Die, a little bit of filth is a sin, and this clean woman will make anyone feel ashamed of themselves.

After getting the two crucian carp sent by Mo Die, Zhao Huchen will take care of them every day, and there is also another one that he needs to visit every day.

Half a month is not a long time, at least the two crucian carp seem to be as big as they were at the beginning, a small white porcelain fish tank is enough for them to swim in it very comfortably, Rouge's legs still do not have much complexion, but it is better than before, but it is also limited, the child's strength and optimism make Zhao Huchen feel that the world is not as vicious as imagined, of course, this thought is only a flash in his spare time. Half a month's time is not short, for Yang Caiwei, it is like a year, although they will meet every day, but compared to the previous day and night under the same roof, it still makes this Nizi feel a lot less time together, especially in the middle, knowing where Zhao Huchen lives, and Mo Die, such a big beauty, this Nizi is even more unhappy, although he has never said anything to Zhao Huchen, but the time to come to attendance every day is even earlier.

Get up every morning to feed the two crucian carp some bait, and then follow the sister and brother to the goldfish shop, Yang Caiwei will just wait for him at the door of the store, and the two will go together to accompany Rouge for most of the morning, after lunch, Yang Caiwei will leave, because her IELTS test has not passed, at the suggestion of Zhao Huchen, she signed up for a study class, in the foreign language school of Fudan University, she has to go to class every afternoon, or just audit the courses of the foreign language college, all of which is not difficult for Yang Ting's daughter.

Every night, Zhao Huchen would ask Mohe to drive the two of them to the underground boxing stadium in Jinshan District, Yang Ting really did what he said, since he said that he would give this underground boxing stadium to Zhao Huchen, he never asked about this matter, even if he called the knife several times to figure out the meaning of this master, Yang Ting blocked it.

After half a month, Mohe has gradually become familiar with the operation and management of the boxing arena, in fact, the rules of the underground world are very simple, that is, you have to be strong enough, Mohe, who was originally boxing in this boxing stadium, is also a legendary character, only fighting once a month, no matter who the opponent is, he will win, and he will not go again anyway, unless it is in the second month. I used to know that Mohe was such a No. 1 person's knife as not thinking about recruiting Mohe to his own hands, but whether it was coercion or lure, this kid was stunned and didn't enter, when he first saw Mohe who was following Zhao Huchen as a follower, he was really surprised, and when he learned that this kid was coming to pick him up, he had a feeling of being quite old-fashioned.

The knife is still the nominal and actual manager of the underground boxing stadium, in such a short period of time, Mohe wants to take over the boxing stadium, it is a fool's dream, after all, in the past few years, the knife has been taking care of this boxing stadium, I dare not say that the operation is the same as Tietong, but at least the general water is difficult to splash in.

In a few times Zhao Huchen's limited silence, the knife touched some doorways, so the old strength with the knife as the core and the emerging power with Mohe as the core were formed in the boxing arena, although they were still weak but could not be ignored, the loyalty of these forces was far less than the group of bones of the knife, but it was a knife in Mohe's hand.

Whether the two are intrigued or fighting, Zhao Huchen has always been a cold bystander, and even when he wants to kill Mohe with a black hand a few times, he didn't remind him in advance, what he wants to do is the role of a chess player.

If Mohe really kills someone, it is his life is not good, and what Zhao Huchen can do is to give his sister a worry-free second half of his life.

That night, not long after Zhao Huchen and Mohe came out of the boxing ring, a total of three men were drinking in a stall in Jinshan District with knives.

It was about 10 o'clock in the evening, which happened to be the peak of the flow of people, and there were many customers in this stall, and the boss was busy serving food to the guests.

In the corner of the stall, there are a few common side dishes with pearls on a small table, a plate of duck neck, a plate of phoenix feet, and a plate of peanuts, most of which are dishes that go with wine, which are not expensive but easier to eat than abalone and shark fin.

There were about seven or eight bottles of beer in front of Zhao Huchen and Ji Dao, and what was more strange was that there was a bottle of juice in front of Mohe.

"Not man." The knife's mouth was crooked, and there was no fear on his fierce face, and there was no awe of Mohe, who had proved that the force value was amazingly powerful through practice in the past few days.

Mohe didn't even look at the knife, he just poured himself a glass of juice and drank it slowly.

"He doesn't drink." Zhao Huchen explained, put a piece of duck neck in his mouth and gnawed on it, glanced at the knife, and suddenly said, "I haven't eaten in this kind of place for a long time, right?" ”

The knife was stunned for a moment, drank a glass of wine, nodded and said: "Yes, when I used to follow the boss to fight the world, I would come to such a stall to eat every day, at that time there were only a dozen brothers, and I felt that I was the number one person in the pearl when I filled half of the stalls, but later there was more and more money, more and more younger brothers, but fewer and fewer brothers, and I also understood that I was not even a fart in the eyes of real people who seemed to be awesome at that time." ”

"Who the fuck didn't climb up step by step from food stalls to restaurants to restaurants to hotels? Which hotel manager dares not to come out and wait respectfully in any star-rated hotel from the current Dao Ye to Mingzhu? Zhao Huchen picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a glass of wine, the mouth of the bottle moved to the knife, and the knife hurriedly picked up the wine glass to meet him.

"That's right." The face that was infiltrated in the market and looked full of arrogance also showed a bit of sigh of time shifting, but the relationship between him and Zhao Huchen was not good enough to let him say all the emotions at the bottom of the center, to be precise, the two were still in a delicate state of power game, but although the object of this game was Zhao Huchen, the participant was not Zhao Huchen himself, but Mohe. The knife has that self-knowledge, when Yang Ting refused to answer his call, he understood that he was a lackey who used to follow the master to fight the world to make way for the master's successor, over the years he has cut people and kidnapped people, and he has not done a lot of good things about his wife and daughter in front of people, and there are countless things that have been thrown into the Huangpu River to feed the fish, and he has had countless premonitions that he will die a very desolate death, and he has been determined in his life from the day he became the manager of the underground boxing stadium, and he doesn't want to climb up, To be precise, I don't dare, the few brothers who called themselves brothers and sisters together at the beginning were later killed by the enemy, but after all, they were a minority, and some of the brothers whose merits were so great that they could share the world equally with their masters. It's probably that the courage grows hair, and he is used to the taste of being a superior, and he wants to pick the four words in front of one person and ten thousand people, and the ending is naturally obvious.

He thinks that he is not a hero or a hero, but he has his own way of living and wisdom, and he has his own cleverness, so he can stay in the position of Jinshan District to be his little soil emperor, even if it is Yang Ting's compensation for him, it is comforting, all in all, his money is enough for him to live comfortably for a lifetime over the years.

The old master wants to use his territory as a touchstone for his successor, if he doesn't want to die, he can only give way, but he has his own bottom line, he doesn't want to lie dormant until he dies of old age or be disposed of as waste after the young man in front of him who has always let him find out the bottom of the matter take power, so he wants to fight with Mohe, saying that it is for power, and more so that he can survive.

Once a son of heaven and a courtier, the bottom of his sword heart is as bright as a mirror, if Zhao Huchen wants to kill chickens and establish power with him, a patriarch, then Yang Ting will not raise his eyelids.

Zhao Huchen can figure out how much he can figure out the mind of the knife, it doesn't matter whether he is merciful or not, he himself still has countless jackals, tigers and leopards eyeing him around, what time does he have to save others?

Three men have seven or eight bottles of wine, a bottle of juice, and a few dishes of side dishes with wine, the only difference between the people at this table is that there is no noise and noise of other guests, and even the boss, who is good at observing words and feelings, feels a little strange.

It was almost eleven o'clock when the hour checked, Zhao Huchen squinted his eyes and drank a glass of wine, spit out the bones of the phoenix claws, wiped his hand on the tablecloth, and suddenly said: "Daodao, if I want you to come down from your current position and find a place to recuperate, why don't you do it?" ”

Halfway through a glass of wine, the knife gesture stopped, and the beer in the cup did not continue to decrease, showing that the knife was not drinking now, but just looked at Zhao Huchen with a sip of wine.

Silent.

Until the knife put down the wine glass for a long time, Zhao Huchen did not wait for an answer.

Mohe sat next to Zhao Huchen, he had never drunk since he drank with Chen Taiji on the rooftop, and he estimated that it was the first and last time he drank in his life, because he clearly remembered what the master said after teaching him boxing techniques on the rooftop, drinking hurt his body, and he was even more sad.

Looking at the silent knife in front of him, Mohe's eyelids jumped, looking at the cup of yellow liquid, is it the wine that hurts people's hearts or people's hearts?

(To be continued)