"Grass!"

The rat head pushed the hound's hand away.

"Brother, don't hit the head, it will affect your IQ!"

"Hound dog, don't beat him!" Cheng Hao smiled: "Originally, his IQ was a few tenths of a percent, and this fight will be over if it becomes negative!"

"Hahaha..."

The crowd had reached the south of the city, and the van pulled over.

Both the hound and the rat head set their eyes on Cheng Hao: "Where to find it?"

"Where the beggars live, let's go!" Cheng Hao finished pushing the door and getting out of the car.

His words are not unreasonable, if the old man in Hei Zhenlong's mouth is Huang Jingshan, then he has become a homeless man, which explains why the police can't catch Huang Jingshan everywhere, because he will not appear in high-end places such as airports, train stations, KTV bars, etc.

The group began to search around the street, and through many inquiries, it was learned that this generation of beggars lived under the bridge cave.

The crowd immediately rushed to the bridge.

The sewage in the bridge cave was frozen and seemed to be leaking from the roof, and a large group of scruffy beggars were clinging to a pipe to keep warm.

Seeing the arrival of Cheng Hao and the others, the beggars immediately huddled together, hated Cheng Hao and the others, and guarded against the other party's invasion of their territory.

"Brother Cheng!" the sloppy king among the beggars suddenly said, strode forward and stretched out his hand.

Cheng Hao heard someone calling him, and he couldn't tell what was going on, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand and shook it with the beggar.

"What's the name?"

"Yuegat"

"Yuegat?"

"That's right, Horse Slaughterer!" Yue Gat saw Cheng Hao as if he had seen the God of Wealth.

"Oh? ”

"Of course. Who in this deep sea city still doesn't know you. ”

"Then did you see an old man, in tatters, because he should have come here a week ago..."

Cheng Hao described the characteristics of Huangjingshan as much as he could.

Yue Gat and the other beggars began to think deeply and were speechless for a long time.

"Helper, it can't be the dead old man who beat you at the scrapyard!" said a little beggar.

"It's possible!" Yue Jiaxing nodded: "According to your description, the old man is in line with it, because I am familiar with the heads of this piece!"

Cheng Hao saw that there was a play, and hurriedly asked, "Where is he?"

"We just drove us away in the morning, and we went south!" said Yuegat, pointing to the south side.

"Thank you!" Cheng Hao glanced at this shabby bridge after speaking, everyone was wearing so tattered, it was barely sheltered from the wind and rain here, and it was probably not easy to keep warm.

Taking out his wallet, Cheng Hao took out dozens of red banknotes and threw them to Yue Gat, "It's the New Year, let's add some clothes to the brothers!"

After speaking, Cheng Hao left with a few people.

Holding the banknote in his hand, Yue Gat was so excited that he didn't even have time to say thank you, tears crackled down.

"Brothers, there are still a lot of good people in society!" Yue Gat pulled out the folds of the banknotes in his hand.

And Cheng Hao and others got into the car and searched for the traces of Huang Jingshan all the way.

But the takeover was not optimistic, and everyone drove around the south of the city in the van and still didn't see the figure of Huangjingshan.

Cheng Hao hesitated for a long time, but he still didn't call Cui Chengzhi, because this matter was still uncertain, and he didn't want to speak rashly.

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, everyone returned home in vain.

Cheng Hao, who returned to the villa, went to bed early and was ready for tomorrow's search.

In the wooden house of the fishing village along the river road in the south of the city, Zhang Fan took out his favorite two-pot head.

Seeing that there was wine, the corners of Huang Jingshan's mouth immediately raised a smile, he hadn't drunk a drop of wine for at least a month, and the second pot head was very rare for him at this moment.

"Come on!" Zhang Fan unscrewed two bottles of two pots, and the two old men chatted while eating, very happy.

At the entrance of the second pot, Huang Jingshan only felt extremely spicy, where did he drink so much inferior wine in the past, but at this moment he was extremely satisfied, not picky at all.

Putting down the wine bottle, Huang Jingshan sighed: "I didn't expect that it wasn't my wife, not my apprentice, not my business friends who saved me in the end, but you, the person who hated me for decades!"

"Haha!" Zhang Fan also smiled: "I have nothing in my life, so I have such a conscience!"

"Okay! Well said!" Huang Jingshan raised the wine bottle and poured it into his stomach, the corners of his eyes moistened, those apprentices were brought out by him little by little, and who still remembered him among those all kinds of businessmen.

"Now this society is all!" Zhang Fan recalled the past: "You said that she was not like this before, if anyone has suffering, they want the whole village to help, but now it's okay, the old man fell to the ground and no one helped him!"

"Yes!" Huang Jingshan looked up to the sky, and suddenly understood that he had long forgotten his original intention, and his greatest wish when he was a child was to become a policeman, but now he has become a complete criminal, and everyone will be punished.

"What do you say people live for in this life?" Huang Jingshan, who has tasted the world, has no direction at the moment, and the only thing that has not been tried is dead.

"Why are you alive, make money, ask for a wife, hang a little wife, have nothing to brag about, and drink when you have something!" Zhang Fan quipped.

"Hahaha..." Huang Jingshan smiled, tilted his neck and killed a bottle of Erguotou.

"Poof!" Huang Jingshan directly threw the bottle aside: "Does Lao Zhang still have wine?"

"That..." Lao Zhang was entangled for a moment: "What's gone!"

The cunning Huang Jingshan immediately saw the fraud from Zhang Fan's seriousness: "Lie to me, take out the wine if you have it!"

"There is wine, you don't drink your family so much!" Zhang Fan told the truth.

"Yes!" Huang Jingshan sighed, "If I still have money, I will buy you a car of Erguotou, so that you can drink from morning to night!"

"Pull it down, drink and drink, don't brag!" Saying that, Zhang Fan took out three bottles of two pots from the cabinet and handed them to Huang Jingshan and said, "You take it easy!"

"It's easy to say!" Huang Jingshan took the wine bottle, tore off the cap, and poured it into his throat like boiled water.

"A thousand cups of wine are few for a confidant!" Huang Jingshan felt that his whole body was hot when he went down half a bottle of wine.

Zhang Fan was startled when he heard Huang Jingshan's words: "Don't make trouble, I don't have a thousand glasses of wine!"

"Hahaha..." Huang Jingshan smiled: "I'm a metaphor!"

"Don't give me the whole article, I haven't even gone to school!" Zhang Fan complained.

"Okay, good!" Huang Jingshan smiled: "Do you have a pen and paper?"

"Zhang Yunyou, you wait for me to find it for you!" Zhang Fan entered the back room and took out paper and pen from his grandson Zhang Yun's schoolbag.

And Huang Jingshan sat on the ground and kept laughing, he vaguely felt that his days seemed to be numbered, after experiencing from a rich man to a prisoner, and then to a homeless man, he seemed to have seen through a lot, and the fame and fortune that he once insisted on seemed insignificant at the moment.

"Give!" Zhang Fan handed the ballpoint pen and notebook to Huang Jingshan.

Huang Jingshan, who took the ballpoint pen, wrote a few big words in his notebook: Instructions for depositors of Funia Bank.

"What are you scratching for!" Zhang Fan, who didn't know how to read, was a little curious.