Wang Jian has long been different from what it used to be, the guy who used to collect waste in tattered clothes can never come back, he has experienced so much, and he is in such a high position, and the aura on his body has long become very intimidating.

The impatient and indifferent expression on his face when he kicked people just now, coupled with his unhurried tone, and his ability to kill the whole court in a few rounds, had already made Ah Cheng next to him have a very inexplicable fear of him, coupled with that inexplicable sense of oppression, Ah Cheng took Wang Jian to the second floor without even thinking about it.

The corridor is narrow and open-air, and there are all kinds of traditional Chinese medicine on the sunshade plank that extends out next to it, no accident, Wang Jian knows these things, he was surprised to find that these things are actually the ingredients of the prescription for treating some incurable diseases, if Wang Jian is not mistaken, this recipe seems to be made up by the old carpenter, and the old carpenter also taught him a little bit when he taught him, but Wang Jian's surname is urgent, and he can't be a doctor, otherwise it should be his turn to sell medicine to cure the disease.

"Is your old man a doctor of sores?" Wang Jian chatted with Ah Cheng, who was cautiously going upstairs: "But it looks like it hasn't been open for a long time." ”

Ah Cheng glanced at Wang Jian strangely, his grandfather had been sealed for twelve years due to physical reasons, and this young man looked like a foreigner at a glance, and judging from his thick mainland accent and the fact that he didn't even know the road, he should have rarely or even never been here, but he just glanced at it a few times to know what kind of disease his grandfather treated, which shows that this guy is definitely not simple.

Thinking of this, Ah Cheng's tone couldn't help but soften: "How do you know? ”

"The medicine has been sunburned, and no one has come to collect it. This means that no one has been seeking medical attention for a long time, and the sign of the hanging pot is full of dust. Wang Jian smiled, and his tone became a little self-deprecating: "It's no wonder that everyone likes to operate now, and few people believe that the medicine flint can also cure diseases." ”

Ah Cheng turned his head to look at him and asked cautiously, "Is it from the mainland?" ”

"Yes, from the mainland." As Wang Jian spoke, he reached out and touched the yellowed prints on the wall: "It's a pity that a big family has declined like this." ”

There was a lot of regret in his words, and Ah Cheng only smiled stupidly when he heard it, and then sighed: "Ten years ago, no one dared to bully my family even eight years ago. ”

"How did this happen now?"

"I don't know, grandpa didn't tell me."

Wang Jian thought for a while: "What's your grandfather's name?" ”

"Zhu Changfeng." Ah Cheng smiled: "Nicknamed Zhu Shengshou, he treats plague, sores and chickenpox, and the medicine is cured." When I was still in the hands of the Queen, my grandfather was knighted. ”

The old lady's name is Zhu Changling, judging from the name, it should be a generation with this Zhu Changfeng. However, what made Wang Jian strange was why the old lady was obviously in charge of the Green Gang, but why she didn't help the Zhu family when they were in trouble, and now she refuses to come over in person even if she wants to get her things back.

There must be something wrong here, probably a wealthy family grudge or something, but what...... Wang Jian instinctively felt that the old lady would not do such a ruthless thing, there must be something hidden here.

"Then do you know Zhu Changling?"

As soon as Wang Jian's words landed, Ah Cheng suddenly paused and looked back at Wang Jian strangely: "Are you ...... My aunt's grandson? No wonder......"

As soon as he saw that there was a play, he hurriedly stopped, handed Ah Cheng a cigarette, pulled him to the terrace where he was drying medicine, and lit a cigarette: "Smoke a cigarette and go up again." You said your aunt and grandmother are Zhu Changling? ”

"Well, it's my grandfather's own sister." Ah Cheng nodded very sincerely: "But my grandfather kicked my aunt and grandmother out of the house, so that she will not be allowed to step into the Zhu family for the rest of her life." ”

Wang Jian was blindfolded at that time, and he had long heard that the old lady's family was very good back then, but he had never heard of her being expelled from the house. And everyone calls her Zhu Changling, but Wang Jian knows that her real name is Zhu Changling. Don't look at the difference between the words, it means that she has nothing to do with the original family tree.

"Why was she evicted from her house?"

"I don't know, grandpa didn't say it, he just told me that I also have an aunt and grandmother, and I don't know where it is now."

Wang Jian touched his chin and hummed: "What about your grandfather?" ”

"What is your relationship with my aunt?"

"Hehe......" Wang Jian really doesn't know what to say, after all, although he calls the old lady his godmother, but the old lady has never married in her life, if you really talk about the relationship, in front of this immediate family, Wang Jian really doesn't know what to call, but if you think about it, it's nothing: "She is my godmother, she asked me to come here to get her dowry." ”

Ah Cheng scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "It seems that I still have to call you uncle, uncle who is about the same age as me......"

He naturally didn't doubt Wang Jian, after all, the current situation of the Zhu family can be seen by everyone, and there is no money, and there is no treasure. Seeing this kind of poor relatives who have caused a lot of trouble, others don't have time to hide, how many people will come up like Wang Jian and take the initiative to recognize their relatives.

However, Wang Jian didn't get any useful information from Ah Cheng, and he didn't know much about Zhu Changling.

It seems that the person who can finally answer Wang Jian's doubts still has to rely on his cheap uncle......

Coming to a door on the third floor, through the glass on the door, you can see the dim incandescent light inside, there are really not many people who still use such old antique light bulbs in this era, and from the coughing sound from time to time can be heard, the health of the people inside is not very good.

Ah Cheng knocked on the door gently, stood at the door and shouted inside: "Grandpa, someone is looking for you." ”

Wang Jian poked his head over and looked into the room, and found that all that was left in this room was a bed, a table, and an old-fashioned Taishi chair in addition to books.

Before he had time to take a closer look, the old man on the Taishi's chair had already spoken out slowly, and said in very standard Mandarin: "Who is it?" If you come to buy a house, you don't need to mention it. ”

I have to say that although it is already a broken household, there is still a unique arrogance and loftiness in his voice, like those pedantic scholars who would rather lose their heads for a sentence. However, it is this kind of cleanliness that makes Wang Jian have a good impression of this cheap uncle.

"Grandpa, just now they brought people in Fatskin, and someone helped us beat them out." Ah Cheng glanced at Wang Jian: "He...... He said he was the godson of his aunt. ”

"Who?" The old man seemed to have some bad ears, straightened his back from the platform, and asked softly, "What?" ”

Wang Jian coughed: "Zhu Changling." ”

Before the words fell, the old man stood up from the stool with a snort, and suddenly lifted the Taishi chair to the ground, making a muffled sound, but the old man was unaware of it, and turned straight to stare at Wang Jian who was speaking.

I have to say that although this old man is already gray-haired, he can still see a heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and his facial features look so similar to the old lady, and he must have been a handsome guy when he was young.

He was looking at the old man, and the old man was looking at him. After looking at it for a while, his eyes suddenly widened, and he asked sonorously, "Wang Sanyi?" ”

Wang Jian's mind suddenly went blank for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he touched his face with a smile and said self-deprecatingly: "I'm so like Wang Sanyi?" ”

The old man walked in with his hands behind his back, continued to look at Wang Jian in the dim light, and then shook his head silently: "No, you are not Wang Sanyi, he is colder than you." ””

Wang Jian grew up, and for the first time he heard someone use the word "cold" to describe his father. Now Wang Jian still remembers the old carpenter's disrespectful smile after telling ghost stories to the children in the village and scared those boys to the point of urine, how can it have nothing to do with "cold", right?

"I don't think he's as cold as I am." Wang Jian was happy: "You haven't seen him bully children like that." ”

"No way, he's not that kind of person."

"Oh no, that's what he is." Wang Jian laughed, but after laughing, he suddenly fell silent and pondered for a moment: "You mean he was young...... It's cold? ”

"Yes, it's cold. It's so cold that it makes people panic. The old man smiled dryly: "What about my sister?" Is she still alive? Are you okay? ”

"You say I'm a godmother, right?" Wang Jian thought about it for a while, but he didn't bother to sell it, so he directly dialed the old lady's phone, and then handed him the phone: "You talk to her yourself, she is in good spirits." ”

While he was talking, there was a sudden sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping downstairs. Not to mention, the design of this small building is really amazing, it is only a three-story building, but the sound is almost undetectable, if it weren't for Wang Jian's particularly keen perception, I'm afraid it would be difficult to find these small sounds.

He opened the door and walked out, looked down, and suddenly found that the fat man he had beaten just now was actually back, and this time there were more of them, and all of them looked quite big.

Wang Jian sighed, turned back to the old man who was chatting with his sister who had not seen him for decades, and said, "I'll help you solve the next matter first, uncle......"

Uncle Wang Jian's scream was awkward, but ...... There seems to be no way. But today's matter, Wang Jian will definitely take care of it, he is so virtuous, even if he touched it when he picked up the rags back then, let alone now.

He clasped his ears and walked slowly down the stairs with his hands behind his back, and when he turned several corners to get downstairs, the group of Causeway Bay handle-bearers were already about to start moving.

And at this critical moment, Wang Jian slowly carried a chair and put it in front of the people in this building and the gang of deflated people, and then sat down upside down, folded his hands on the back of the chair, looked at the fat man with a smile, and said softly: "What? Brought a group of shrimp soldiers and crabs to play in the future? ”

When the fat man saw Wang Jian, his face suddenly turned red, as if he looked back at whom, and then pointed at Wang Jian with his hand and shouted in Cantonese: "The Yan family shovels ......"

Before he could scold, Wang Jian not only took out a broken leather shoe, but slapped the dead fat man's face without warning, and snorted: "Didn't your parents teach you not to scold people?" ”

Wang Jian made a move, and the Causeway Bay handlers around the dead fat man suddenly took out their guys and made a gesture to rush towards Wang Jian, but Wang Jian stood up and snorted coldly, shaking his head helplessly: "I can't get rid of you waste scum when I turn around, I can meet you anywhere." ”——

Yesterday I was so tired that I fell asleep after writing a few words. Today, I worked overtime until more than nine o'clock, and I was so helpless at the end of the year.