Chapter 143: Ah Zhi

Shen Wuluo returned to her seat and said, "Master? Is it the owner, not you? ā€

I looked at Shen Wuluo, her expression has always been very natural, and she didn't hesitate when answering, but I don't know if she is an old Jianghu like her, whether she is lying without any traces. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

I didn't answer her question, she looked at me and continued, "The boss loves collecting, and I think you should have seen it upstairs just now." The pendant of your necklace is Langyu, which is a rare thing in the world. ā€

"What is Langyu? Isn't this just a pearl? ā€

Shen Wuluo's face flashed with surprise for a second and said, "You don't know what Langyu is?" ā€

Although Uncle Qing told the story of Langyu, Meng Yingjiu didn't tell me what Langyu was before, and now I always feel that there seems to be some kind of relationship between them. I said, "Should I know?"

Shen Wuluo smiled and said, "You don't believe what I say? ā€

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that no one has told me about it before."

She raised an eyebrow and looked at me and said, "Then you don't think you've heard that." ā€

In fact, I really want to continue to ask, do they also know Uncle Qing? Do you know Meng Yingjiu too?

But she had already said so, and she certainly didn't have a chance to ask anything today. Anyway, I will work here in the future, and I will stay in the green mountains for a long time, and I am not afraid of running out of firewood. The more I act impatient, the less they will tell me, and the more normal I become, they may not be able to hold back.

I nodded and said, "Okay, when will I give you the information you want?" ā€

Shen Wuluo glanced at me and said, "When you write it, bring it when you bring it." ā€

"Yes."

"It's okay, you can go back."

"Okay."

Since I chose to act, I had to act to the end, so I calmly walked out of the office. I didn't continue to ask just now, and I could see that Shen Wuluo was still a little surprised, but she couldn't help it. She probably didn't expect someone like me to stop there, I used to have to ask her all the time.

People like her will definitely not ask me back, but if they really know Meng Yingjiu, then in the long run, they will definitely wonder why I suddenly became so calm.

Walking outside the office, I was thinking about how I walked from the subway station just now, the cool wind was blowing by the lake, I looked at Jia Shiduo's balcony, and suddenly remembered something.

Shouldn't I have to wait for Boss Chen? But now that I've gone outside, if I go back, it will be too suspicious, and the hard work I just performed will be useless. Forget it, let's go to the drunken customer today first, and I'll inquire about Boss Chen's affairs from the side later.

I took the car to Linjiang Gate and walked to the drunken door of the antique street, and the door was actually open! Originally, I didn't have much hope for this trip, I just wanted to come and walk around without anything to do. I chuckled in my heart, could it be that they are back?

I stood in front of the bamboo curtain, although my mind is much calmer now, but I still don't know what to do if I really see him for a while. What shall I say? Just passing through?

The bamboo curtain in front of him was lifted all of a sudden, and a person appeared behind the bamboo curtain. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and when he looked at it, he saw that Ah Zhi was walking out of it with a bag.

He glanced at me, walked past me, walked to the side of the road and threw the bag in the trash. He threw away the garbage and came back to me and said, "What are you doing here?" ā€

"Are they back?"

Ah Zhi looked at me expressionlessly and said, "They? ā€

"Uncle Qing and Meng Yingjiu?"

Ah Zhi lifted the curtain and said, "Come in." ā€

I followed him into the store, the store still smelled of agarwood, but there was no Meng Yingjiu on the carved chair, as if I was used to such disappointment unconsciously.

Ah Zhi sat back at the counter and said, "They haven't come back yet." ā€

"When will they be back?"

Ah Zhi looked at the computer and replied lazily, "I don't know." ā€

"Even you don't know when they'll be back?"

"Is that clear about going out? If there is an accident, it will have to be delayed for a long time. ā€

"Accident? What the hell are they doing? Is it dangerous? ā€

"I don't know."

I walked up to him, and he was playing a card game again, and I couldn't help but ask a little angrily, "So what do you know?" Just know how to play games? ā€

Ah Zhi turned his head and said, "I just need to be optimistic about this store and you." As for the rest, I don't care and don't need to know. ā€

"Optimistic about me? What do you mean? ā€

"Uncle Qing confessed, he was afraid that you would lose your ......" Ah Zhi turned his head to look at the computer and said, "Girls, don't you all love to cry, make trouble, and hang yourself?" ā€

"That's what Uncle Qing told you?"

"yes."

What is crying, making trouble, and hanging yourself? I'm not like that, although I've been decadent for a while. I asked, "What else did Uncle Qing explain to you?" ā€

"Those are the two things."

"Didn't he even say where they went?"

"Why did he say that?"

Ah Zhi's words made me speechless for a while, isn't it common sense to explain before going out? And if there is an accident and we can't come back, we don't even know where to look for it, of course that can't happen, they can't be okay.

Ah Zhi looked indifferent, as if he cared about these problems at all, maybe he would think that if Uncle Qing couldn't go back, this store would become his. This evil thought flashed through and was quickly dispelled. Meng Yingjiu is not an ordinary person, and Uncle Qing must not be ordinary either, but these... Does Ah Zhi know?

I picked up my bag and put it in front of my computer and said, "You really don't know anything else?" ā€

The game was interrupted, and I thought Ah Zhi would be angry, and was going to block him with "one crying, two troubles, and three hangings", but he didn't. He leaned back in his chair and said, "What are you lying to you?" ā€

"You don't know where they went?"

Ah Zhi shook his head.

"I wonder when they'll be back?"

"Yes."

"Do you know who they really are?"

Ah Zhi looked at me and said, "I just need to know that they are all good people and treat me very well." I don't care about the rest, everyone has their own secrets, and we shouldn't disturb other people's privacy. ā€

When he said this, I almost forgot that he was only 18 years old.

Ah Zhi should know that they are different from our existence, and what he said makes sense, but at that time, I couldn't help but want to know everything about Meng Yingjiu, so that later, I couldn't tell whether I was looking for or looking for these answers.

That afternoon, Ah Zhi and I didn't say anything more. He was playing cards all the time, and he didn't greet a customer who occasionally came in the store. He said that the moment they entered, he saw that they were just looking, so he didn't bother to say hello.

I sat on the stool where Meng Yingjiu had sat and opened the book he had read. But I've been wandering all the time, but I can't understand the classical Chinese itself.