At about two o'clock in the afternoon, Chu Tian and Zhao Yupan appeared in a shop called Jin Yuan Bao on Haibin Jiang Road in Beijing.

A place dedicated to selling paper figurines, wreaths, candles and ingots, and if you need them, the owner of this shop will also find you extravagant nanmu coffins, even if they are not available in the store now.

Zhao Yupan was still curious about how Chu Tian wanted to go shopping with her at first, and he was still a little cautious, but at this moment, when he appeared here with Chu Tian, he suddenly felt that the goosebumps all over his body couldn't help but rise, and a chill filled his heart.

His hand lightly touched Chu Tian, who was looking at paper money, candles and ingots, and said in a low voice: "What are you doing, can't you just call someone to buy it?" ”

Chu Tian smiled slightly, glanced at this complete storefront, and said lightly: "It's true that you can prepare what I want by just finding someone, but the friend I want to see doesn't like to be too lively, and I don't want anyone to know that I went to worship him, so I came in person." ”

When he said it, Chu Tian's expression was a little vaguely gloomy, and there was a trace of sadness that he couldn't see clearly but could really feel, which emanated from time to time on his body.

It has been two years since Deng Chao died, everything has settled, and Shuai Jun has ushered in a high-speed development, but until today, Chutian has not given Deng Chao a clean slate, and has not given him the meritorious treatment he deserves.

Knowing that Deng Chao decided to do that, he didn't think about getting the glory after death, but every time Chu Tian thought about it, he felt a little sad in his heart, but he couldn't do anything, so the only thing he could do was to quietly go and worship the latter when Qingming was about to come, and give the highest respect.

Of course, when the time is right one day to suppress all the discordant voices, Chu Tian will definitely give Deng Chao a clean slate, he is not a traitor, on the contrary, he is the greatest hero of the Shuai army.

He didn't speak, it was very quiet, but Zhao Yupan began to slowly fade away from the so-called unnaturalness in such a shop, and his eyes blinked, this was the first time he had seen this feeling on Chu Tian's body, and he was also curious in his heart, what kind of person could make Chu Tian like this.

Some things that he had thought about to say, but he didn't say it again, just quietly followed Chu Tian to prepare the items to worship.

It took more than twenty minutes for the clerk to prepare the things that Chutian needed, because the Qingming Festival was approaching, the major shops in Jinghai that sold these worship things all had signs of being out of stock, but fortunately Chutian didn't want much, just the items for worshipping one person, and the store was still able to make up some of them.

After packing these things, the two walked out and put the things in the car, Zhao Yupan spoke: "Chutian, which cemetery?" ”

Chu Tianyao looked at the sky in the distance: "Jinghai Cemetery, let's talk about it at night!" ”

Zhao Yupan looked stunned, although he was curious about why he wanted to go to worship at night, but he didn't ask anything, and he probably knew that Chu Tian pulled her here to buy things, probably to hide people's eyes and ears, the smart woman had insight into this, but she didn't break it.

The car started and slowly left from the gold ingots.

Not long after Chu Tian drove away, a convoy of six luxury cars came to a stop outside the gold ingot, the door stopped and opened, and more than a dozen young men and women in gorgeous clothes came down, all of them had extraordinary temperaments, handsome and beautiful, and at a glance they knew that they were a group of sons and young ladies who were either rich or noble.

The dozen or so young men and women who came down did not disperse, but stood still and looked at the car in the middle that had not yet opened the door, as if waiting for something.

A moment later, the door opened, and a hunchbacked young man got out of the driver's seat, walked to the back door with a respectful expression, opened the door, and bent lower.

A leg stretched out in the car first, and the leather shoes were smooth and shiny, and then, a tall and tall young man got out of the car, wearing a pair of sunglasses on his face, a high nose bridge, slightly fat but not ugly lips, and a face with a strong sense of line, revealing seven points of handsomeness and three points of publicity.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, outlining a proud arc, and he took off the sunglasses on his face and looked at the three big characters of the gold ingots and sneered: "It's obviously a place to sell dead people's things, but I still have to give such a name, I'm also drunk!" ”

A gorgeous woman walked up with a flattering smile on her face: "Ling Shao, you have been abroad for so many years, you may not know that this gold ingot looks a bit earthy, but it is the top three industry stores in Jinghai, and the things sold every year add up, more than a billion ah!" ”

"Oh!" The young man known as Ling Shao dragged a long voice and smiled playfully: "It seems that eight years can really change a lot of things, and the sky in Jinghai is not as good as it was at the beginning!" ”

One hand stretched out and pinched the gorgeous woman's chin, and her eyes moved down slightly to look at the snow white set off by the low-cut clothes: "However, any change is good, I'm back, so what was I eight years ago, and what am I still eight years later." ”

"Let's go in, buy something to worship my old friend Ye Sanxiao, without his original 20 million, it would be impossible for Ben Shao to be chic abroad for so many years!"

The gorgeous woman who was frivolous not only did not mean to be unhappy, but took the initiative to throw herself into Ling Shao's arms, her eyes were like silk, as if she wanted to let the men around her ravage them now.

A group of more than a dozen people walked into the gold ingots, which made the clerk and the boss slightly frightened, it's not that they haven't seen big people, but it seems that there are really not many such lineups.

Reluctantly calming down his heart, the shopkeeper walked over and smiled: "May I ask this guest, do you need anything?" ”

Smack!

Before the words fell, a crisp slap sounded in the store, Ling Shao shook his hand, obviously the slap just now was thrown out by him, and he said casually: "I don't know how to say anything, what kind of business, I am still standing in front of you, do you think I need it?" ”

It's just unreasonable!

The two clerks in the store saw that the boss just said a word, or what they usually said, in exchange for a slap, they felt very uncomfortable, but they saw that the more than ten people who came in were obviously not ordinary people, and they didn't have much courage to get angry.

The boss who was slapped to the ground was stunned for a moment, after so much experience, his endurance was finally better, he stood up with his painful face covered, and squeezed out a smile: "I'm sorry, it's that I can't speak, I don't know the guests, what do I need to prepare for my deceased friends?" ”

Ling Shao smiled coldly, one hand was very dishonest and wandered on the body of the gorgeous woman beside him, and asked casually, "Do you know who my Lao Tzu is?" ”

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "I don't know, are you going to prepare it for your deceased father?" ”

Ling Shao's face instantly turned cold, and the people around him also showed a playful look, Ling Shao slowly withdrew the hand that was stretched into the gorgeous woman's clothes, laughed, and suddenly kicked the shopkeeper without warning, and the latter's body rolled out directly and collided with the two wreaths.

Standing up straight with the pestle on the floor, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, the strength of Ling Shao's kick just now was really not small, and it was estimated that there were internal injuries.

Ling Shao lit a cigarette and took a few steps forward, kicked the shopkeeper to the ground, and stepped on the condescending opening: "Eight years ago, someone called me the first young man in Jinghai, and after eight years, no one knows me, how can this be, but I don't care, it's okay if you don't know me, but you should know me Laozi." ”

"You actually said that my Lao Tzu is dead, do you think Ling Tian, Secretary Ling, is so short-lived?"

The shopkeeper, who was originally full of anger in his eyes, was agitated when he heard the last sentence, and all the anger dissipated, and he already roughly knew who the person in front of him was, the once famous demon king of Jinghai.

Ling Shao noticed the shopkeeper's expression, smiled with satisfaction, let go of his feet and turned around: "What you said just now hurt my feelings!" After taking a look at this small store that occupies a small area that does not occupy a large area but can create more than one billion yuan of income a year, Ling Shao said meaningfully: "So, your store should compensate me for my mental loss." ”

"I'm still reasonable, 10 million, sell it to me!"

The shopkeeper who slowly got up on the ground again had almost no urge to vomit blood, this store created more than one billion a year, and the net profit was at least half open, and 10 million had to be bought, which was no different from robbery.

But Ling Shao didn't give the shopkeeper a chance to speak, and raised his hand: "This matter will be handed over to you, when the sun rises tomorrow morning, this shop will be my Ling Zhibo's, and prepare a paper man and a foreign girl sports car and paper money, worship Ye Sanxiao, it is not suitable during the day after all, go at night!" ”

"In addition, give me an investigation where Chutian, the turtle son, is now, and kill Ye Sanxiao, that is, to cut off my financial route, just a mere underworld figure, count it as a ball?"