Wen Zhigao greeted, Heizi and the others dispersed like a tide, as for Jia Laoliu, Xiao Fan had already turned around and left, Wen Zhigao didn't need to pay attention to it, in the end, he still couldn't see any point that Jia Laoliu could get into Xiao Fan's eyes.

Xiao Fan walked in front, Zhao Husheng and Nie Chen walked behind, Wen Zhigao hurriedly walked a few steps, keeping up with the footsteps of a few people, "I really don't understand what Gongzi likes about this person?" Wen Zhigao saw that the situation was a little embarrassing, and said curtly.

Xiao Fan walked ahead with his own eyes and ignored it.

As for Zhao Husheng, he glanced at Wen Zhigao lightly, "If you know, you are not in this position." Zhao Husheng sneered.

A master, insulted by Wen Zhigao, in Zhao Husheng's opinion, how is it an unpleasant thing, he is most looking forward to Jia Lao Liu's counterattack, however, Jia Lao Liu's performance is really disappointing, he is angry, there is nowhere to vent, Nie Chen, it is not his turn to vent his anger, as for Xiao Fan, not to mention, so this tone can only come out of Wen Zhigao's body, this sentence is tantamount to a heart-wrenching word.

Wen Zhigao's forehead was suddenly drenched in cold sweat, and he looked at Xiao Fan, but he found that Xiao Fan had never looked back from beginning to end, so he breathed a sigh of relief slightly, obviously Xiao Fan didn't take it to heart.

"Check Jia Laoliu's information and hand it over to me tomorrow morning," Xiao Fan said lightly to Wen Zhigao.

Wen Zhigao nodded, after the lesson just now, he didn't dare to ask a word more, he didn't want to arouse this man's suspicion, Xiao Fan's suspicion was not something he Wen Zhigao could bear.

After Jia Laoliu's matter, several people obviously lost interest, especially after eating expired food, Zhao Husheng and Nie Chen had long lost the mind to go shopping, as for Wen Zhigao, he was going to investigate Jia Laoliu's information, listening to Xiao Fan's meaning, he would definitely not stay in the south for too long, he must put Jia Laoliu's information on Xiao Fan's desk early tomorrow morning.

Investigating a person is not a difficult task.

Xiao Fan and his entourage of four left, and the Heizi people naturally had no need to stay, and wanted to talk to Xiao Fan, but, obviously, he did not have this qualification, it was already a great honor to show his face in front of Xiao Fan, for their level, Xiao Fan was treated as a legend by them. As for Jia Lao Liu, Heizi didn't bother to pay attention to it, he already knew about this guy's sale of expired meat, but many times he just turned a blind eye, Jia Lao Liu was also an old man here, and when he first entered this street, he also had to be proud of Jia Lao Liu, blame him for his eyes growing to his buttocks, and dare to sell expired meat to that man, once the man gets angry, Heizi has no doubt that tomorrow, in some corner of the city that no one knows, there will be an extra corpse, but obviously, The lord didn't really care, Heizi had to admit that Jia Lao Liu was a lucky guy and ignored it, but he still took out a few hundred-yuan bills and threw them to Jia Lao Liu, a stall set, it was not easy.

After everyone left, Jia Lao Liu got up, rubbed the wounds on his body, glanced at the smashed mess, touched his head, and showed a wry smile.

"Could it really be that I didn't guess the identities of those people because I didn't guess them?" Jia Lao Liu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"What an obvious feature, the man with a broken arm is naturally a man of the Wen family, and the one who is full of murderous aura should be the first general in the south, as for that young man, his identity is naturally beyond doubt."

Glancing at this prosperous city, the corners of Jia Laoliu's mouth showed a wry smile, "People are changing one after another, but there is no simple one, after the young people of the Murong family occupied the city, Jia Laoliu has seen that it is almost impossible to subvert the rule of the city, but he didn't expect that immediately, Murong Jun lost the battle in the north and ended up dying, and the power of the Murong family also shrank sharply, but the Murong family just left, and the man came again, replacing one after another?" Can that man sit in this position? Or is it like the young man of the Murong family, a flash in the pan?

Jia Laoliu shook his head, the corners of his mouth flashed with bitterness, and he remembered the original Qing Gang, the gang that had been entrenched in this city for decades, was destroyed by the Murong family, and after Murong Jun died, he once thought that the opportunity for the Qing Gang to make a comeback had come, but he saw this man today, Jia Lao Liu found that with him, the Qing Gang will never rise again, this man is far better than the young and excellent one of the Murong family, and the man of the Murong family has made people feel powerless, so this man makes people feel hopeless, right?

Compared with Murong Jun's fierce eyes and high spirits, this man is completely introverted and profound.

The smashed mess, there is nothing worth cleaning up, picking up a few hundred-yuan bills on the ground, riding a tricycle, and gradually disappearing into the busy streets.

More than an hour later, Jia Lao Liu went home, a very poor place, even in the bustling metropolis of Huhai, there are still unknown corners, where the lowest group of people in the city live.

Dilapidated buildings, in Shanghai, can rarely find old-fashioned bungalows, dim lighting, although poor, but the city, has never because of those poor people, its consumption level has never been lowered.

It was very noisy inside, it was all children's voices, and when he arrived at the door, Jia Lao Liu listened to those voices, grinning, a very pure smile, hearing the smiles of these children, he knew what it meant to live in this world.

As soon as I entered the door, the children were noisy, more than 30 children, the oldest was eleven or twelve years old, and the youngest was only five or six years old.

Seeing Jia Lao Liu, the sound of chirping stopped immediately, the older ones hid behind, and the younger ones surrounded them, wanting to get Jia Lao Liu's love, in Jia Lao Liu's eyes, these children were no different from his own children.

These children are the capital that supports him to survive in this world.

"Little Seventeen, are you naughty today?"

"Little Nineteen, did you quarrel today?" Asking one by one, listening to them say how well-behaved they were, Jia Lao Liu felt a sense of satisfaction, these children are all his children.

"Are you hungry? Hungry, dad made you food? ”

"I'm so hungry," Xiao Nineteen covered his stomach and blinked his innocent big eyes, that little appearance was distressing.

The six-year-old child, when it was clingy, Jia Lao Liu grinned, picked up the little one, and walked to the kitchen.

The little guy keenly noticed the scars on Jia Laoliu's face, "Dad, you're injured." The little guy pointed to Jia Laoliu's face and said, in the immature homonym, with a touch of crying, although it has been processed, it inevitably leaves traces.