The pocket is empty!

Wu Zhiyuan's mind was spinning rapidly, and he suddenly remembered that he had put all the oceans into a sack along with the artifacts and hid them behind the Buddha statue, and he had forgotten about it before stepping into the restaurant.

The guy vaguely saw some signs, and then glanced at Wu Zhiyuan's dress, and his smiling face instantly became cold.

"This guest officer, you don't have no money to pay the bills, do you?" The guy squinted at Wu Zhiyuan, and his words were sarcastic, and Wu Zhiyuan suddenly couldn't sit still.

"Oh...... Yes...... This little brother, I'm really sorry, I came out in a hurry today, I forgot to bring money, look, can you discuss it with the shopkeeper......" Wu Zhiyuan's face was flushed, he had never encountered such an embarrassing thing when he was so big.

"Do you want to make a white slip?" The guy asked coldly, raising his voice a lot.

"No, no, I have money, I'll send it to you as soon as I go back and get the money." Wu Zhiyuan waved his hand again and again, and saw that the guests at several tables around him were looking at this side, and he was in a hurry, such an occasion really made him embarrassed.

"Do you want to eat a bully meal?" The man's contemptuous gaze glanced him up and down, and shouted towards the second floor at the top of his voice: "Someone is eating the overlord meal!" ”

Wu Zhiyuan just wanted to explain, when he suddenly heard the sound of "dong dong" footsteps coming from the stairs on the second floor, and looked at the stairs along the sound, only to see three big men walking down from the second floor quickly, running towards Wu Zhiyuan with murderous spirit.

"It's him, teach him a hard lesson!" The guy stretched out his hand and pointed at Wu Zhiyuan, and said viciously.

The three big men didn't say a word, and the first one rushed up with a punch and hit Wu Zhiyuan directly in the stomach. Wu Zhiyuan only felt that his stomach was turning upside down, and the food he ate seemed to be pouring out. When there was no way to breathe, the other two stepped forward, grabbed Wu Zhiyuan's arm left and right, stretched out a fist as big as a bowl, and slammed Wu Zhiyuan's stomach and chest again.

Wu Zhiyuan's eyes were full of gold stars, only to feel that his stomach seemed to be twisted into a twist, a sharp pain, a stream of heat surged up, and with a "wow", all the food he ate spurted out.

The three big men punched him a few more times, grabbed Wu Zhiyuan's arm and threw him on the street outside the door.

"Next time I eat the overlord meal, I can see the signboard clearly! Pauper! Bah! The guy walked to the door and spat at Wu Zhiyuan.

The passers-by watched for a moment, and then all dispersed. Maybe I've seen a lot of this kind of thing, and I feel bored. Wu Zhiyuan reluctantly got up and staggered a few steps.

"Alas, I don't have the ability to learn to eat overlord meals, there are really more and more fools these years, and they deserve to be beaten." Wu Zhiyuan followed the prestige, and saw a beggar next to him squatting in the corner of the wall basking in the sun, looking at Wu Zhiyuan with disdain.

"I've got money! I forgot to bring it! Wu Zhiyuan's angry eyes were about to burst into flames, he really couldn't stand the contempt and insults of others.

"Hey, who doesn't say he's rich who eats overlord meals? I either lost it at checkout or forgot to bring it, is there any other reason? Laughing to death. A beggar glanced at Wu Zhiyuan contemptuously, lowered his head and seemed to mumble to himself, but he was ridiculing Wu Zhiyuan.

Wu Zhiyuan's heart was on fire, he clenched his fists and wanted to step forward and beat the beggar, growing so big, Wu Zhiyuan had never had the urge to beat people like now.

"What? Want to hit someone? If you dare to touch my finger, I will let you go to prison for a few days! When the beggar saw Wu Zhiyuan's tense appearance, not only was he not afraid, but he became even more fierce.

Wu Zhiyuan held back his anger, thinking that it was really not worth seeing this kind of person, so he turned around and left.

On the way back to the broken temple, Wu Zhiyuan was sullen, obviously he had more than 1,000 yuan, and it was more than enough to buy that restaurant, but now he was beaten up by a scoundrel who was used as a cheat to eat, and he was also mocked by a beggar on the street. It seems that what Du Yuesheng said is right, this is a money society, it is difficult to move an inch without money, and even beggars will look down on you.

This incident gave Wu Zhiyuan a big blow, and it also made him begin to have a more comprehensive view of fame and fortune.

Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly returned to the broken temple, walked straight to the back of the Buddha statue, took out a large ocean and carried it in his arms, thought for a moment, and pinned the bloody knife to his waist behind his back and covered it with his shirt. He wanted to go to the cloth shop to make a new set of clothes first, and then go to help Du Yuesheng deliver the letter to Sheng Ji Wood Store. The look in the restaurant guy who glanced at him was still vivid, and it was inevitable that people would look down on him if he was dressed too shabby.

When he arrived at the cloth shop, Wu Zhiyuan didn't say a word, he first took out a piece of ocean and put it on the counter, the boss's eyes lit up, he greeted him with a smile, and introduced the fabrics and clothes in the store in detail.

"Just do this and do it right away!" Wu Zhiyuan watched it for a long time, chose a brocade silk suit with a similar style to the one on his body, and simply commanded the boss.

The boss nodded his head, measured Wu Zhiyuan's waistline, instructed the man to make tea and wait, and turned back to the inner room to get busy.

As soon as the pot of tea was drunk, the clothes were taken out. As the saying goes, "people rely on clothes", and sure enough, Wu Zhiyuan looked at it when he wore it on his body, and his bearing changed greatly, and he was also a hundred times more energetic.

After paying, Wu Zhiyuan asked the boss about the location of Sheng Ji Muxing, and went straight to Muxing.

Sheng Ji Wood is one of the relatively large wood stores in Qingdao, and the timber business has done most of Qingdao, so its boss Sheng Jinyuan is also a well-known figure in Qingdao City. Wu Zhiyuan easily found the Sheng family compound, only to see that the courtyard gate was a white-painted iron barricular gate, the gate was closed, Wu Zhiyuan walked to the door and knocked on the iron door. In fact, there was a doorbell next to the door, but Wu Zhiyuan didn't see it at all, and even if he did, he didn't know that the doorbell could be pressed.

A woman about fifty years old and a servant came out of the courtyard and walked to the door and asked what was the matter? Wu Zhiyuan remembered that the relationship between Du Yuesheng and Aunt Qi was exposed, and the people who remembered the wood store were looking for Du Yuesheng's whereabouts everywhere, so it was obvious that he couldn't just recklessly hand over the letter to this servant.

"I want to find your seventh aunt, Mrs. Xie Linling." Wu Zhiyuan carefully considered the title, for fear of revealing flaws.

"Who are you Aunt Seven?" Hearing this, the servant looked Wu Zhiyuan up and down vigilantly.

"Oh, I'm her friend." Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly replied.

"You wait here for a while." The servant threw down a word, turned and walked through the courtyard and returned to the house.

Wu Zhiyuan looked forward to the courtyard, there was a green pine planted in the middle of the courtyard, and there was a rockery under the green pine, and the water was tinkling, and it was clear outside the door. Passing through the courtyard is a western-style house with white walls, with a unique shape and unique architectural style, about three floors, very magnificent, and it is a rich and noble family at a glance. However, Wu Zhiyuan didn't notice that someone in the bungalow was looking at him at this time.

After a while, the servant came out of the bungalow, followed by two young men.

"Please come in." The servant opened the iron door and let Wu Zhiyuan in.

Wu Zhiyuan followed the maid and walked towards the bungalow, but the two young men followed closely behind Wu Zhiyuan. Being followed by two men left and right, as if he was a prisoner, Wu Zhiyuan was a little uncomfortable, but after thinking about it, maybe this was a kind of etiquette for rich people to entertain guests, so he didn't care.

Entering the main entrance of the bungalow, there was the living room, and the spaciousness and luxurious decoration inside suddenly made Wu Zhiyuan's eyes light up, thinking that the house where the rich man lived was different.

Before he had time to look around, his two arms were slammed back, and the two young men behind him grabbed Wu Zhiyuan, their movements rude and extremely unfriendly.

"What are you doing here?" Wu Zhiyuan was taken aback, and didn't understand why these people wanted to treat him like a prisoner.

"Bring him here!" Only then did Wu Zhiyuan notice that there was a man about fifty years old sitting on the sofa, wearing a casual suit, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and bursts of green smoke from the cigar in his mouth from time to time.

The two grabbed Wu Zhiyuan's arms and shoulders and pushed them in front of the man.

"What are you looking for Aunt Seven?" The man flicked the cigar between his fingers in the ashtray and asked coldly without raising his head.

"I ...... I have something to say to her face. Wu Zhiyuan didn't know how to answer, the situation in front of him was not good, and he didn't want to reveal the matter of delivering the letter.

"It's the same with me." The man stood up, walked up to Wu Zhiyuan, took a sharp puff of his cigar, and spat out a puff of smoke at him.

Wu Zhiyuan almost choked on coughing, frowned, and didn't say a word.

"Did Du Yuesheng send you?" The man asked again, and Wu Zhiyuan suddenly panicked.