It doesn't sound like he's slandering me, but this leg is on my own body, and it's up to me to go or stay, so what else can he do to forcibly detain me? When the old man saw that I didn't believe me, he ordered the bamboo pole to take out a thread-bound booklet, and I was about to see what tricks he wanted to play, so I took it and flipped through the pages.

The elaborate thread-bound booklet had a number of names on it. I took a cursory look at it, but I didn't see anything famous, and I was about to return it, but I was caught by the contents of one of the pages.

It turned out that there were three big characters of "Hu Bayi" written on that page, and no matter how you look at these three words, they are from my pen, and they are by no means imitated by others. I thought about it for a long time, and I really can't remember when I left my name on this booklet. The most outrageous thing is that my name is also marked with the eight characters of birth, which is exactly the same. I quickly flipped a few pages forward, and found that there were a few names that seemed to be seen somewhere, probably all old colleagues who were digging holes and digging sand, mingling on the same road, although they had never met each other, but they were also familiar.

Could it be that the old man Sang opened a shop fake, secretly doing things for the government, and was specifically responsible for investigating the illegal activities of those people robbing tombs and fighting upside down, and was a retired old cadre who ate the emperor's grain and received the emperor's order? If this is the case, then my heel will be planted, and I hurriedly flipped through the pamphlet from beginning to end, and made sure that the fat man and Shirley Yang were not "nominated for the gold list" with me, and the rope in my heart was loosened.

"How, you see?"

"I see, I'm all in it. I am ashamed of the education of the motherland over the years and of the training given to me by the leaders of the army. I only have one thing to say, every qiē is my idea, everyone else is innocent, they are all coerced and used by me. I am the culprit, the evil fascist dictator. ”

I have practiced this alone countless times in private, and when I first entered the industry, I and the fat man each prepared one, and it has not fallen for so many years, and from time to time I will find an open and unoccupied place to take it out and practice. What do you mean by that? One minute on stage, ten years of work off stage, today finally let me bump into it. It's okay to save yourself from worrying all day long. Later, if the old man asks about the accomplice by torture, I will ask him a question. He had the ability to get me into Auschwitz, but he wanted to see who had hard bones.

At first he thought he had misheard, but then he told me to repeat it, and then laughed: "You donkey cub, yes, yes, it's a bit like when I was younger, hahahaha......" He laughed until he could barely straighten up. The bamboo pole, who was originally expressionless on the side, couldn't help but cover his mouth and snickered a few times. Looking at the expressions of the old and young, I knew that I must have guessed wrong, and I immediately felt embarrassed, so I had to ask him for advice.

The bamboo pole seemed to have been waiting for me to ask a question, took out the rice paper that I had signed when I entered the door, and put it on the table, then folded up his hand and retracted it to Boss Sang's side, and said no more.

"This kind of paper is called double flying wings." Old Man Sang pointed to the signatures on the two pieces of paper and said, "It is a craft that has long been lost. After speaking, he picked up the brush and wrote a few words on a blank piece of rice paper. I immediately opened the line-bound roster in my hand, and sure enough, I saw a row of "The world is for the public" that suddenly appeared, which was exactly the same as the ink treasure written on rice paper by Mr. Sang.

"Double Flying Wings" is magical, but I am not blinded. You think you'll keep me? The old man seemed to read my thoughts, turned one of the pages, pointed to a name framed in black, and said, "You may as well look carefully to see what difference he is from the others." ”

Isn't that the name the first thing I thought? Even if it's foreign, what's so strange. What can be so special about it, could it be that this person's surname is a bastard?

Old Man Sang asked again and again, and I was inconvenient to shirk, so I had to think about it repeatedly, but I also saw some subtle differences. This person's name is "Lin Jushui", his name is boxy by a black line, in addition to his birthday, the booklet also marks his death taboo, this kid died when he was in his prime of life, a few years younger than me. The most special place is the stamp on the footer, the gold background hollow mold, the content on the stamp looks a little awkward, for a while I only feel familiar, but I can't say why.

Looking further, I found several framed names one after another, all of different ages, but they all had a gold medal knocked on the footer. I can't guess the meaning of the stamp inscription, but I don't think it's a good thing to have the dead man's name printed underneath.

This old man Sang is too fond of selling off, and throws strange things out one after another, but refuses to reveal the connection. Since I entered the "Yiyuan Zhai", I have been led by his nose, and now I haven't even touched half of the bottom of others, and I'm afraid it's useless to say more. I put the pamphlet back in front of the old man and prepared to retreat.

Old Man Sang rubbed the small book and said slowly: "These people, like you, are capable people who can take the collection from my 'Yiyuan Zhai'. However, most of them later died. ”

As soon as I heard it, I was anxious, "Three Disciplines and Eight Attentions" made it clear that I don't take a stitch from the people, I sat for a long time and didn't even drink half a mouthful of water, this hat is a little bigger, right?

"Old man, are you joking? I Hu Bayi came empty-handed, and I didn't touch half of the treasures in your store. This is a matter of reputation, or you can search my body, and you won't be wronged like this. As I spoke, I pulled the zipper of my coat, but Mr. Sang stopped me and said, "You don't know, the rule in my store is 'picking people'." Last night in the inner hall, 'Huwei' single-handedly picked you up in front of so many people, and this is your creation. This bead is now yours, and whether you want it or not, whether you take it or not, that's your business. But from now on, you will have to knock the 'Overlord Seal' under your name, and this thing cannot be transferred or inherited, and only when you die can it have the next owner. We have a total of 24 branches around the world, and you will be our customers wherever you go in the future. ”

As soon as I heard that this was a bully shop that pursued a policy of forced buying and selling, a nameless fire suddenly ignited in my heart, and I didn't want to lose face, so I tore my face and said bright words: "Mr. Sang, say something you don't like to hear, no matter how good this bead is, I can't ask for it, I'm not afraid of how many people are waiting outside, I'm going to leave, except for his old man, no one can stop it!" ”

I tore my face with Old Man Sang just to let him drive me away, but I didn't expect him to be angry, just sighed softly: "You kid, if you had called the old man a few years earlier, you would have had the opportunity to collect a mantle, but it's a pity that I am old and weak." I don't want to force you to stay if you want to leave, it's just that you should have it, and you will come back sooner or later. ”

I scoffed at his baseless prophecy, symbolically arched my hand, turned around and stepped out of the gate of "Yiyuanzhai".