More than a dozen people had lost their momentum, and when Wang Zhe saw it like this, they all had the heart to commit suicide, and the people in the front row felt the most, and subconsciously retreated backwards, and just hit the gangsters behind them, and more than a dozen people were in a mess, and they ran out of the store with a crawl.

As early as two days ago, the first brigade had already blocked and monitored the 'Tongguang Pharmacy' for 24 hours, and in a row of bungalows opposite, there were now quite a few members of the first brigade and special police.

Sure enough, just after the man and a group of people went out, many policemen who suddenly appeared escorted a group of people away, but the group of policemen didn't even enter the door of the pharmacy, and they didn't care about what happened inside.

Back in his seat, the patient's expression was a little unnatural, but the discomfort of the illness did not allow him to leave.

Forced himself to calmly let Wang Zhe finish checking the pulse, paid 50,000 yuan, took a prescription that can break the root of stomach problems, didn't even say thank you, turned around and left the pharmacy.

Actually, this incident didn't cause much of a sensation, but it might spread all over the treatment community tomorrow, right? These patients may blow Wang Zhe more god, special police protection, what is the concept?

Of course, in their eyes, those special police officers are guarding Wang Zhe, if they know that this guy is the leader of the terrorist attack that was particularly popular on the Internet some time ago, I don't know if this group of people who see a doctor will dare to come again.

At night, when the door was about to close, Mo Lao came to the store again.

"This time...... Something? Wang Zhe didn't want Mo Lao to come in again, because he was really nonsense, but after all, Mo Lao's identity was different, and Wang Zhe couldn't help but give him some face.

Mo Lao nodded, walked into the store, and after entering, he saw several sacks stacked in the corner of the wall, bulging inside, and one of the sacks had not been sealed, revealing a few piles of red cash.

"Business is good, huh?"

"It's just a matter of making ends meet."

Mo Lao smiled bitterly, this is called subsistence? His face turned pale, and he straightened the topic: "I just came back from the mountain, and the old man misses you." ”

Wang Zhe was slightly stunned, did Mo Lao return to the mountain? It was only for a moment that he was stunned, then he regained his composure and nodded indifferently: "I know, I think about him sometimes, but ...... Seldom. ”

Mo Lao sighed and shook his head, and continued: "The old man asked me to bring you a letter and a word, what do you want first?" ”

"It's all right, it's the same in the morning and evening."

Mo Lao smiled slightly: "You should know the fortune-telling tricks of your old man, nine out of ten, I asked him to help your girls calculate it, all of them are half auspicious." ”

Wang Zhe frowned: "And then?" ”

"And then?" Mo Lao shook his head: "And then you don't understand?" ”

Wang Zhe pursed his lips very strangely, he couldn't laugh if he wanted to, for a few months, Wang Zhe didn't seem to be able to laugh anymore.

Banji, or Ji, or fierce, can show one thing, that is, they are not dead, but Wang Zhe is a little unconvinced.

"I've also brought the words, believe it or not, it's up to you." Mo Lao could see that Wang Zhe looked a little unconvinced, took out an old-fashioned yellow envelope from his waist, and handed it to Wang Zhe: "And this letter, you can take a look." ”

After taking the letter, the envelope was a little heavy, and when I shook it, it seemed that there was a stone in it and moved again.

Unwrapping the sealed old-fashioned envelope, Wang Zhe poured the contents on the table next to him, a letter and a jade plaque tied with white, the red was very short, but not too short, as if the jade was hanging around his neck, and it could be hung around his wrist twice.

And the jade plate is like the size of mahjong, it is mutton fat jade, delicate to the touch, looks glossy and moisturized, this piece is definitely the top grade in mutton fat jade, the size is like mahjong, the width is one centimeter, and the white jade on both sides, there is nothing engraved, which can be said to be the sentence 'white and flawless'.

Holding the red rope, Wang Zhe looked at Mo Lao beside him in confusion: "What is this?" ”

"I can only see his color and texture, as well as his price, as for what, the old man doesn't know, maybe there is an explanation in the letter."

Wang Zhe put the jade plaque on the table, opened the two open letters, and looked at the contents on it.

Reversing the letter, Wang Zhe frowned, and handed the blank letterhead to Mo Lao: "Blank." ”

Mo Lao was stunned for a moment, took the letter and looked at it carefully for a long time, and looked at the fluorescent lamp for a long time, and then reluctantly put down the letter paper in his hand, as if talking to himself, "What kind of medicine is sold in this old guy's gourd?" ”

While speaking, Wang Zhe picked up the jade plate with no sign again, the jade plate is really good, it is slippery, cool and light.

But the value of this thing is not too expensive, even if it is the best, even if it is an antique, it is only a million, what is the old man doing with this thing for himself?

After thinking for a while, he didn't understand, and Mo Lao on the side didn't understand, on his drooping arm, he was still pinching an empty white paper, thinking that the old guy in the mountain would have something good to stop Wang Zhe, or to dissolve Wang Zhe, but he didn't expect it to be a jade plate of little value and an empty white paper.

"I see." The two of them looked at the things in their hands, and after a while, Mo Lao suddenly shouted and asked, "Is there a lighter?" ”

Wang Zhe nodded, turned around and took out a newly bought Zippo Ssangyong carving lighter from the drawer and handed it to Mo Lao, and then took out half a pack of Zhongnanhai and handed it to Mo Lao.

Unexpectedly, the old smoking gun like Mo Lao actually waved his hand and refused, it seems that the curiosity at this time has filled the heart of this old guy.

I took the lighter, folded the letterhead, then lit the lighter, placed the letterhead at a height of ten centimeters, and began to bake it on a simmer.

After a few seconds, the white letter paper slowly became a little greasy, as if there were dots of grease spilled on the paper.

Mo Lao's face was happy, he walked to the table next to Wang Zhe and sat down, took the ballpoint pen on the table, and traced it on the oil stains.

Looking at the fonts that appeared one by one on the paper, Wang Zhe's eyebrows became tighter and tighter, and the murderous aura in his eyes became heavier and heavier, even Mo Lao's pen paused slightly, looked up at Wang Zhe, sighed helplessly, and continued to draw.

When the entire letter was fully drawn, Mo Lao read the content of the letter again, and the whole person was slightly surprised.

"Writing a letter in such a childish way, it's really a waste of my old man's mind, it's not that I can't believe Brother Mo, but I'm worried that the first team will find a way to threaten your kid, boy, I also have hatred, it's a scourge, I just don't want my hatred to be brought to others, but when it comes, I still hurt you, grandpa said, 'I'm sorry'."