Good people should be rewarded, you must not think so. Although Wang Jin obviously saved Shao Zhuang's life. However, in reality, you Wang Jin is still no different from a dog raised by others. Don't expect to be in the snowy mountains, dig out the owner with his claws from the avalanche site, and kill him. In the future, he will treat you like a savior. Maybe people just wait for you to grow fatter, and then play an important role in a hot pot. This can't be blamed by Wang Jin, it all depends on what people think.

The next day, in the morning. The person who guarded him brought breakfast to Wang Jin. Wang Jin greeted them warmly and asked them: How is Shao Zhuang's injury? The feedback I got was just two pairs of cold eyes. There was nothing in that look. Even the little expectation in Wang Jin's heart has not been confirmed. The meal is still the same as yesterday, a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun.

After another four or five days, Wang Jin's heart began to cool. In addition to the repetitive work every day, the two people who take care of themselves are gradually decreasing. Wang Jin thought that he could at least be allowed to go outside in the open space, but he didn't want to eat his fists.

At noon that day, Wang Jin heard the footsteps of the two people, and he knew that he had brought him lunch. Although he had a good appetite and good food, he really didn't have much appetite. When the door opened, Wang Jin didn't expect that not only the two people who were guarding him came. Shao Zhuang also came, and Shao Zhuang brought a lot of food himself. Not the kind of food that comes in plastic bags or light food boxes. It is a steaming dish. It seems that it has just come out of the pot.

Shao Zhuang smiled at Wang Jin and put the things in his hand on the table. The two men stood straight and silently behind him. He motioned for Wang Jin to sit, and he also sat opposite Wang Jin, and the chopsticks poked on the table. I took a bite of the dish and put it in my mouth, grabbed a steamed bun with one hand, and swallowed it in one bite.

Wang Jin saw that he was sandwiching scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and there was a plate of fried cucumber slices with yuba on the side. Remember, this man doesn't eat meat. When Shao Zhuang picked up the second steamed bun, he looked up at Wang Jin, and slowly turned his head to look at the two people behind him. Say to them, "Go."

Let's go, it's a very particular saying. There's actually a lot to hear in it. Generally polite, it should be: go get busy, or busy your go. If you're welcome, then you shouldn't say anything, just a look or a gesture.

Wang Jin can see that the relationship between these three people is indeed extraordinary. That can't happen, these two people are really the sons of this Shao Zhuang?

When the two of them were about to go out, Shao Zhuang stopped them. He pointed to Wang Jin and said to them, "This little brother's name is Wang Jin." Name me, too. The two of them heard Shao Zhuang say this. A smile appeared on his face. My name is Ah Zuo, and my name is Ah Right. After saying that, he turned his head and went out, and closed the door with his hand.

Shao Zhuang bowed his head to eat and drink since Guzi, and saw that Wang Jin never moved. Raised his head and said to Wang Jin: When some eat, don't eat quickly. Don't regret eating when you don't have it. There's a lot more to come. is obviously very disdainful of Wang Jin's actions, and seems to regard Wang Jin as a pampered rich man.

What he didn't expect was that Wang Jin replied to him like this: What can you do if you don't eat? Starving to death? It doesn't matter how you die, if you really think I've helped you a little bit, don't use this set. Don't let the death be unclear, neither of us owes anyone.

The mouthful of steamed buns in Shao Zhuang's mouth had not yet been swallowed, and it was stuck in the beginning. But the pause was only a second. And he went on to eat and drink for himself. Say casually: You ask, if there is anything you don't understand, just ask. Wang Jin: Wait until you're done. Shao Zhuang didn't look up: You really don't eat?

Fourteen steamed buns in a row, Wang Jin counted them for him. Looks like this guy is good.

I don't know what Shao Zhuang thinks, anyway, he has eaten everything he can eat on the table. So, the body fell back. looked at Wang Jin with his eyes, waiting for him to ask questions.

Wang Jin has already figured out how to ask: What are you doing?

Shao Zhuang was very direct, and replied without hesitation: Douying. He thought that Wang Jin's normal reaction should be to nod, and then replied casually: Happy, understand people and so on. At least as the head of the Snake King Sect, he should not answer Wang Jin below.

Wang Jin blinked, and seemed to be very confused and asked: What is the fighting camp?

Oh my God, this kid is pretending to be my grandson. Shao Zhuang sat up straight and looked at Wang Jin's face for a long time. No, isn't this kid a mallet? Thinking about the moment I interpreted to myself that night, I said: You are not in our business, you don't understand. But the head of the Snake King Sect, can't they even figure out their own situation?

So he asked: You snake kingmen, how famous and high is the Zhang family in this industry. You don't know? Boy, don't play tricks on me!

The Zhang family, as soon as the name is mentioned. Wang Jin immediately understood, so he could figure out a lot of his ideas. No wonder I think that Ah Zuo and Ah Right are very weird. Fighting camps, fighting camps, is it possible to make a living from thieves? He wanted to confirm: the business of the bandits? Are you in the grave digging business?

Shao Zhuang nodded, but shook his head again, and said: Piracy was originally a small business. There is a sneaky meaning. Stealing, that's the big one, the big one steals the country, and the small one steals the grave. It has the meaning of snatching and robbing. Nowadays, people don't understand the old rules, and they use all the words wrong. What we do is a small business, which is indeed called a thief fight. Your Zhang family, that can be called big business, and your Zhang family's is called: stealing graves. Do you know a royal law of the Qing Dynasty: steal the grave and dig the grave, and behead it. As he spoke, he made a clicking motion around his neck.

Wang Jin understood what he meant, but he really didn't read much, but fortunately, Shao Zhuang said it simply and clearly. It seems that I don't need to hide anything from him: I don't know about the Zhang family, and I've never heard of it.

Shao Zhuang obviously didn't believe it, and it was impossible for anyone to believe it: Are you the head of the Snake King Sect? I saw you, your family's sun and moon knife. How do you explain that?

Wang Jin briefly talked about his experience, although it took a lot of time. Anyway, I can't believe many things, it's not necessary to explain it to Shao Zhuang, it's Wang Jin himself who wants to have a clue.

Shao Zhuang heard him mention a person, Ouyang Jingsheng. I said I don't think you really know how deep the grudge between the two of us is.

The two chatted a few more words. Wang Jin asked: Why did you help me with my ticket?

Shao Zhuang patted his head: By the way, this is the point. Didn't I tell you? We are in the small business, in the camp. We only steal, not trade. Do you understand? Alas~ It's not that we are willing to do coolies, but we are not qualified to do business. It seems that you kid really don't understand this line. Let's put it this way, you can only buy it. If you sell it, just sell it. Those who are looking for goods only need to find goods, and those who dig goods only dig. We are only responsible for one job, which is digging graves, digging holes, etc. My two brothers, don't underestimate them. In this industry, the division of labor is very clear, as far as their theft hole is concerned, they have created a good reputation, which is greater than my fame in this industry. Sometimes, I have to promise to be borrowed from them.

Wang Jin's words made Shao Zhuang not fall off the chair: Then what do you mean, do you still have some four-character mantra from Jingdong, "More, faster, better, provincial and so on." Don't tell me, this is an order from the master of your business. You're just grabbing a deal of business nearby.