The big bald head is the guy in the back kitchen who personally served the big raincoat in the restaurant just now.

He looked at me with a natural expression, not forgetting to smoke the cigarette in his mouth.

The green smoke blew through my nose, and I smelled the same as the smoke of an old smoker.

I turned my head and glanced at the Northwest Horse again.

I had no choice but to open the door and get into the car.

Sitting in the truck, the big bald head turned around and said: &ldquo The horse should not die, and even if it dies, it is worth dying. At present, in this world, real warriors can ride through, and it is not in vain to walk in this world. &rdquo

Speaking sound, the car turned over.

The big bald head reached out and took a newspaper-rolled cigarette from the shelf above the steering wheel, handed it to me and said: &ldquo Come on? If you don't get spittle, you just have to stick some spittle. &rdquo

I waved my hand.

The big bald head smiled: &ldquo Mo Heyan, you people in the capital don't seem to know. This thing is strong and relieves fatigue. &rdquo

The car continued to move.

Soon arrived and returned to the resort.

At this time, in addition to my car, there are two big golden cups of bread and a Jetta in the yard.

All those who should go, all go.

Big bald head parking.

When I came down, I asked, "What about the two men who came with me?" &rdquo

&ldquo They're at Boss Qi's, I'll take you over to meet them. &rdquo

We didn't go to the restaurant, but the bald head led me around the corner and went to the row of houses to the east.

Getting closer, I walked a few steps south along the flower bed, and stopped in front of an anti-theft door.

He reached out and rang the doorbell.

After five or six seconds, the security door opened.

As soon as the bald head led me inside, I immediately smelled a strong smell of Mohe smoke.

Directly across the door was a hallway, and the corridor went straight in, probably a kitchen or something. Then there is another door on the left, the door is open, and the light shines inside, and it can be vaguely seen that the house is well decorated.

At the door stood an uncle with a beard and a half-cut trench coat.

The uncle saw me and the big bald head, and asked the bald head: &ldquo is this kid. &rdquo

Big bald head: &ldquo Well, Mr. Qi is inside. &rdquo

Uncle: &ldquo in it, I'll go get you some skewers. &ldquo

After speaking, the uncle opened the door and left.

The big bald head led me into the room.

The room is very brightly lit, the floor is paved, the furnishings are in place, there is a writing desk, a TV cabinet, a computer desk, and a large tea table.

When I turned my head and looked again, I saw a circle of black leather sofas.

At one end of the sofa, Yang Dawa and the old smoker were lying crookedly, and at the other end were two middle-aged people.

One of them was hung around his neck, on his wrist, and on his fingers, all of which were bright gold.

When I came in, he looked at me.

I looked into the eyes of the dead fish, and I knew that this man had hollowed out the wine, and he was a standard country tyrant.

The one sitting on the opposite side of the local tyrant with his back to the north was different.

He wore a very elaborate gray woollen shirt.

He has not long or short hair, his face is very white, his eyes are bright, his muscles and bones are full, and his facial features are like being cut by a knife, and he is particularly shapely.

Okay, this type of uncle should be the boss here, Mr. Qi.

When they saw me, they smiled at me.

The big bald head said: &ldquo Mr. Qi, I got the person back for you. &ldquo

Mr. Qi smiled and said: &ldquo Okay, you are busy, you are busy. Clean up the restaurant. &ldquo

The big bald head answered, turned around and left.

Mr. Qi stood up: &ldquo come, little brother don't have to be restrained, sit down. &ldquo

I wrote: &ldquo Qi is always embarrassed, that horse seems to be &hellip&hellip&ldquo

Mr. Qi smiled: &ldquo It's okay, it's okay, it's a horse, I'll ask them to contact the herdsmen and bring another one back, sit, sit&hellip&hellip&rdquo

I went over and sat down.

Yang Dawa glanced at me, and stabbed the old smoker again, and the two looked at me without speaking.

Mr. Qi: &ldquo You are old Tang's people. &rdquo

Yang Dawa: &ldquo Well, what's the matter, Boss Qi doesn't deal with our boss? &rdquo

Mr. Qi smiled: &ldquo Where to say, where to speak. Then what Lao Chen, you take these two brothers to the next room to rest first, I have two words with this little brother. &rdquo

The village tyrant listened to the order and stood up.

Yang Dawa and the old smoker glanced at each other, and finally looked at me and said: &ldquo Come back early, and I'm going to hurry later. &rdquo

With that, the two walked out of the room.

Everyone left, but Mr. Qi suddenly didn't speak, but wrote and drew on the big coffee table on a piece of paper.

I glanced at it.

On the paper is a large nine-square grid. What is written on it, life, death, shock, injury, what Tianrui, what beetle snake and so on.

When I read these words, I reminisced about the ancient books I had read in the past. I couldn't help but think about it, isn't this the legendary &lsquo Qimen Dunjia &rsquo fixed the technique of measuring the direction of all things in the heavens?

What's going on, Mr. Qi, he plays this?

I was secretly taken aback, and then asked tentatively: &ldquo Mr. Qi, why do you like to deduce Qimen Dunjia? &rdquo

Mr. Qi looked up and smiled: &ldquo Oh, that's it, hobbies, hobbies. &rdquo

&ldquo What is that, what do you call the little brother? &rdquo Mr. Qi probe.

I said: &ldquo surname Guan, a single name and a benevolent character. &rdquo

&ldquoOh, where is my hometown? Where did this come from? &rdquo

I answered truthfully.

Mr. Qi sighed again, and then wrote and drew on the paper for a short while.

After six or seven minutes. He looked up at me and said, "You know Don very well?" &rdquo

I shook my head, and only said that I knew Tang Jian, and then he paid me to come here to do something. But now I don't know what it is, but my brother was snatched away, and I feel very uncomfortable. On the one hand, I am worried about my brother, and on the other hand, I don't know what to do next.

I don't have much experience. But based on my perception, this surnamed Qi and Tang Jian are not like people all the way.

So, I don't have too many reservations, just say what I have.

Mr. Qi put down the pencil in his hand, shook his head and said with a smile: &ldquo Little brother is really a real person, rare, rare. But in this world, people are really easy to suffer, and they still suffer big losses. So be it, little brother. My surname is Qi, my hometown is Shanghai, and I am an authentic Shanghainese. It didn't take long to run this thing in this place, six or seven years. &rdquo

&ldquo That's probably the case for me. And then, you said this Tang sword &hellip &hellip &ldquo

Mr. Qi pondered and said: "I know what he called you for." I can also mention it, I can mention you. After all, I'm familiar with this part of Kekexili. What poachers, drug traffickers, gold diggers, jade and cultural relics sellers. In short, in a word, in Hoh Xili, you would rather meet a person, a bear, a leopard or something like that, than meet a person. &rdquo

&ldquo Why do you say that? Humans are actually crueler than those animals. Especially here, because there are few people, it belongs to the blank space of legal policy. To put it mildly, if you really want to kill someone, if you die, you are really dead, and you can't find your bones. &rdquo

Mr. Qi said here: &ldquo Speaking from the heart, I asked you to come here today, not because of your hard work. There are many people who have kung fu and great ability. At least, I've seen a lot of them from this pass. &rdquo

&ldquo You also saw it just now, I like to fiddle with this thing. Now, something has happened to you. I want you to help me find someone. That's a very important person for me. &rdquo

I'm quiet: &ldquo who? &rdquo

Mr. Qi thought for a while: &ldquo His name is Ma Zhanxian! It's the eight poles, nicknamed, Ma Biaozi! &ldquo

At this moment, I controlled the emotions that I wanted to release strongly in my heart.

I held them tightly, to the bottom of my heart.

I remained silent and replied in an almost indifferent tone: &ldquo Sorry, I don't know this person. &rdquo

Mr. Qi's face showed a hint of disappointment.

But soon, he looked down at Jiugongge again and said: &ldquo It doesn't matter if you recognize it or not. But I'm sure God will let you meet, and you should be able to get to know this person next. &rdquo

&ldquo So, if you know it. Please mention Qi Zhenhua to him. I'll give you a business card with my contact information on it. After you meet this person, you ask him to call me. If he refuses to fight, you can say, I have found a clue about the incident in the division back then. &rdquo

I kept my emotions under control.

I said, "Okay, if Mr. Qi has the opportunity to meet the person you said, I will tell him this qiē." &rdquo

Mr. Qi: &ldquo Thank you, thank you, thank you. &rdquo

With that, he took a business card and handed it to me.

I took it with both hands and carefully placed it close to my body.

After putting away the business card, there was a sound of the door opening, and I turned my head to see the uncle I had just entered the door with a white steel plate with a lot of mutton skewers.

&ldquo Freshly baked, oily, pete crispy. &rdquo

Uncle put the skewers down.

Mr. Qi: &ldquo You go under the table and bring the German beer that Xiao Li brought some time ago, and we will drink this. &rdquo

The uncle went over and brought over a few bottles of beer with foreign characters printed on them.

Mr. Qi took a bottle of sprinkle and handed it to me and said: &ldquo dark beer, you taste it, the taste is quite special. &rdquo

I laughed and didn't push back.

Mr. Qi opened the wine for me and motioned for me to eat this skewer.

Uncle said at this time that there was nothing wrong, he flashed, and Mr. Qi said okay.

I ate a few skewers, and the taste was really good, very positive, and very fragrant. I took another sip of beer, well, barely, I can drink it.

When Mr. Qi saw that the uncle was gone, he came closer, and said to me while drinking: &ldquo Tang Jian asked you to do this, I guess it has something to do with a person, this person's surname is Zuo, called Zuo Gang &hellip&hellip&rdquo

Next, Mr. Qi told me that Zuo Gang was a demobilized soldier and had served as a soldier here before. Later, he became a shareholder and partnered to open a gold mine in Hoh Xil, and made a lot of money, which can be regarded as developed.

Not long ago, I heard that he went to Macau to play. And then offended someone.

It seems that he is not a gangster, but a person who is more capable than a gangster. After offending, people let out the word and asked for his life.

Zuo Gang ignored it, played in Macau and Hong Kong for a few days, and then went back to the mine.

Come back!

He couldn't get out.

Because it was said that someone really came, and when it was over, he shot him, but he missed the right place, and then the man ran away.

When he ran, he threw down and said, someone outside took two million to kill Zuo Gang.

Mr. Qi said that the person Zuo Gang offended was a veteran, and the other party knew that if he did Zuo Gang in Hong Kong or a city in the mainland. That will be very troublesome, because the mainland is full of surveillance, and the public security is not stupid, and it will be a lot of trouble.

Zuo Gangqian shouldn't go back to Hoh Xili.

This is not as good as the mainland, and if you kill Zuo Gang, it will be even more difficult to investigate.

But Zuo Gang is not a fool, he also has money. People can't get out, though. (PS: Because I'm afraid of being killed on the road.) But he used a satellite phone to get in touch with outsiders.

He also spoke.

Zuo Gang, the boss of the XX mining in Hoh Xili, is willing to spend five million to save his life!

Soon, the person Zuo Gang offended also let go. He put the money, and also mentioned five million.

Two times and that's stiff.

Then, there are a lot of people who see the &lsquo business opportunity here&rsquo