Chapter Seventy-Six

"Banks? Museum? The fat man snorted. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Fat man, I dare to guarantee that the things we help keep at home have never been lost." Much safer than a bank. ”

I thoughtfully said "oh", "Oh, it's luggage storage." ”

The fat man rolled his eyes and ignored me. I thought that was the end of the conversation and was ready to go to brush my teeth and go to bed. But before I could get down to the ground, the fat man threw over three tickets: "Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, fly to Beijing." ”

I picked up my ticket and looked at it, it was really tomorrow morning.

"So fast?"

"Time is a bit tight." The fat man said, "You don't want my old man to come to see you, do you?" ”

I think so. But this is too anxious, and I am not mentally prepared at all. And this is also the first time I have come into contact with forces outside the Outer Eight Elements. It's inevitable that you will be a little nervous.

The fat man saw my uneasiness, and said a few kind words to comfort me, and then left me alone to hang out, and he went to sleep.

I looked at Ran. I don't know why, as long as I have something I can't figure out during this time, or when I hesitate, I will subconsciously glance at Lan. I'll have to make my own decision after reading it, but at least I'll feel a little more at ease.

Lan noticed that I was looking at her and looked up at me. Seems to be asking me what's wrong.

I shook my head and smiled wryly.

The fat man woke me up early the next morning. After packing up all my belongings, I started to rush to the airport.

After flying for a few hours, we arrived in Beijing at noon. Met the person who came to pick us up at the airport.

After a simple lunch, I rushed to the fat man's house. It was nearly four o'clock in the afternoon when I arrived at the fat man's house. The fat man's home is a courtyard house. Pretty big. And I heard the fat man say that a large number of courtyard houses around here belong to theirs. Except for his father, who lives in the most central location, he is surrounded by direct blood relatives. As long as there is something going on, people can quickly assemble and discuss countermeasures.

When I entered the courtyard, I found an old man doing Tai Chi in the middle of the courtyard.

I glanced at the fat man and said I. How can you say that the fat man is unreliable, his father is unreliable. How can Tai Chi be played in the evening?

After entering, the fat man first said hello. Then people began to come out of the rooms. The fat man introduced me, and then I started calling people one by one. And Lan didn't say a word from beginning to end. And I also found that Lan seems to be very interested in the fat man's Tai Chi, do you still take a look. So I asked her if she liked Tai Chi, or if she went back, I would search for teaching videos or something on the Internet.

Lan shook his head and asked me, "He's got a good outfit." ”

I looked over and saw that the clothes were pure white. He said: "It's good-looking, but it's easy to get dirty when you wear it, and it's hard to wash." ”

Lan glanced at me and entered the house in silence.

The fat man's father seems to be very particular about etiquette. When I entered the room, I was first seated in the guest seat, and then I sat down myself. The fat man and the others sat down to the left and right. Only Lan stood silently next to me all the time.

"Wei Cheng." Fat Daddy said.

I nodded and clenched my fists at him. Looking at this old man's outfit, he should be very comfortable with the set of rules for walking the rivers and lakes. So I still did enough to play with the rules of meeting the elders, so as not to let him pick on me again.

"Burglary, it doesn't seem to be very united lately." He said. When he speaks, his voice is also subdued and frustrated, making it like filming a TV series.

I blinked, just about to say yes. But suddenly I remembered that I didn't know what to call him. I've been calling Fat Man Fat ever since I met him. After getting used to the call, I forgot to ask him what his real name was. I don't know what my last name is.

Now it's embarrassing. I searched my mind for the honorific titles that could be used by others in the old days. Thinking about it, it seems that there is only one that can be used. But this honorific title requires me to be neither humble nor arrogant.

"Since Your Excellency knows, then I don't need to be polite anymore." I looked him in the eye. But at the first glance, I felt that this old man was definitely a character who had experienced strong winds and waves. Those fucking eyes are almost X-rays. When I looked at him, I had the illusion that I had no clothes on.

I looked down to get the cup of tea on the table, so I staggered my eyes from him.

I've drunk a lot of tea, but I've never seen this kind of tea. And this tea is so bitter that it gives me the feeling that this is the leaf picked from the tree at the door. But bitter to bitter, the sweet feeling after drinking it really faded for a long time. I can even feel my saliva being sweet.

"You stole the door and now it should be your uncle who is in charge, right?" He asked.

I nodded: "My father is missing, and the thief should have inherited his father's business." I don't want this to happen. But fortunately, I got your Excellency's ...... "Before I finished the two words of help, I was directly interrupted by him."

"Hey, there's no hurry." He picked up the teacup, sniffed the tea, and then put it down again. "I haven't said I'm going to really help you."

I was stunned for a moment, and my heart said what this meant. What about playing with me? Thinking about it, I looked at the fat man sitting below. I found that the fat man was also glaring at me.

It's been so long, and I have a bit of a tacit understanding with the fat man. Seeing him look at me, I understood what he meant. Grandma's, this is grinding me.

Grinding means squeezing out as much useful as possible. It seems that the old man doesn't just want the box, he wants more than that. That's not right. After living for so many decades, it stands to reason that the mud is about to be buried at the bottom of the chin. Why are you still obsessed with earthly things?

I touched my nose without a trace, relieving my embarrassment.

I didn't want to mess with you. Since you're not blushing, that's fine. Come, then I'll talk to you about it using the negotiation method of a businessman.

I put the teacup back on the table, hooked the corners of my mouth and smiled: "Your Excellency helped me get back the position of the head of the door thief, just to want to have a relationship with me to steal the door." ”

The old man smiled: "Oh? Please also advise. ”

I said in my heart, teach your sister, can you say something normal? But there was still an expression of 'I know' on his face: "Your Excellency's family is not in the Eight Elements, but you want to have a relationship with the thief of the head of my Eight Elements." Don't you want to—" I stopped. This kind of speech is most appropriate to use now. And what I said just now was not taught to me by a fat man. I came up with it one night last night. To be honest, I don't know why he, a layman, got involved in the Eight Elements. If it's just for the secret of eternal life, then it's better to just fight upside down. If you really can't do it, grab it.

Wait, I seem to get it. Holy, old fox. If we steal the line, then won't they be able to follow us into a fight?

Grandpa, what a calculation. (To be continued.) )