Siegel looked at Zhou Jian with a calm face, and a thought involuntarily popped up in his mind, the only person who was closest to him just now was the young man in front of him, could it be that he pulled out the barrel shaft in an instant?

He did feel that the holster of the gun had been muttered, but he could not imagine how the young man had done it, and what he was most proud of was the speed with which he drew the gun and the feel of the gun, and now he was being manipulated by a young man who was almost a child in front of everyone, which was simply incredible.

Siegel put away the gun, and then looked at Zhou Jian's gaze a little more jealous, if it was really this boy, then he was too terrible.

Siegel waved his hand to a group of subordinates and said coldly, "Let's go!"

came out to pay attention to righteousness and face, no matter what, he didn't have the face to continue to stay today.

Siegel led his men out of the mourning hall, and this time, the mourning hall was more than half empty.

It wasn't until Siegel left that she finally breathed a sigh of relief, she glanced at Zhou Jian deeply, and faintly felt that this young man was not simple.

Of course, she wouldn't think that Siegel, who was famous for his marksmanship, would pull out a copycat pistol, if coupled with Zhou Jian's fearless behavior before, then today's matter is worth scrutinizing, what method did Zhou Jian use to make Siegel make such a big joke?

Could it be that he is also a master of ancient martial arts? If he has this kind of strength at the age of nineteen, this young man is too terrifying.

If this is the case, then it would be a good thing for Huiyin to be with him, after all, such a large inheritance will inevitably cause the covetousness of the central people, and with Zhou Jian, it will be somewhat safer.

Thinking of this, Wanqiu said softly: "Mr. Zhou, can you come with me?"

Zhou Jian casually threw away the recoiling spring in his hand, and then gave Wen Ren Huiyin a reassuring look and said, "Okay." ”

Late autumn took Zhou Jian into the room next to the mourning hall, and when Zhou Jian left, people were all looking at this young man with strange eyes, and people inevitably had some guesses in their hearts.

The late autumn took Zhou Jian to a quiet room, the layout of this room is very simple, there is only a chuáng, a table, the chuáng is covered with a white sè chuáng mattress, clean but not soft, there is a photo frame on the table, the photo inside is a pair of handsome men and beautiful women, the woman jumped up and pounced on the man, both of them smiled brightly.

If you look closely, you can find the shadow of the late autumn of the curtain on the lively and youthful beauty, obviously, this is a group photo of the late autumn of the curtain and Wenren Shaolong when they were young, and the tuǐ of the late autumn of the curtain was good at that time.

Next to the picture frame is a small basket of wool, and in the basket there is a half-knitted sweater, blue and white, very clean.

Seeing this semi-finished sweater, Zhou Jian was very surprised, he guessed that this room was lived by the late autumn guard, but why was there such a semi-finished sweater? Could it be that she was knitting?

This is really incredible, in this era, there are few women who can knit sweaters, don't say that it is still a woman with status and status like the late autumn, she can knit sweaters?

Mu Wanqiu guessed what Zhou Jian was thinking, she smiled and said, "It's strange, isn't it? I do knit sweaters, in fact, I have knitted sweaters for five years, and I can knit one ...... a day at the fastest."

Knit one piece a day!?

Although Zhou Jian didn't know what the average speed of knitting a sweater was, he also roughly knew what it was to knit a sweater a day.

He said, "Aunt Mu used to be a textile worker?"

Mu Wanqiu smiled and shook his head, "No, I knit sweaters in prison." ”

"Supervisor...... Prison?" Zhou Jian's eyes widened.

"I followed Shaolong after graduating from university at the age of 22, and when he was 23 years old, when Shaolong was in danger of going to prison for economic crimes, I took the blame for him, and then I stayed in prison for five years......"

Zhou Jian gasped, he was imprisoned for five years from the age of twenty-three to the age of twenty-eight, which means that the most precious period of his life in the late autumn of the curtain was wasted in prison, what a pity it should be.

"In prison, the labor indicators are very heavy, such as nailing buttons, embroidering huā, knitting sweaters... At first I didn't know anything, I was clumsy, I couldn't finish a cell, and the rest had to accompany me, and I only slept a few hours a day in those days, and then it took me two months to reach the speed of those veterans, and that was really forced out. ”

When Mu Wanqiu said this, she couldn't help but mō the ball of yarn in the bamboo basket, and her face was full of emotion.

Zhou Jian couldn't help but ask: "Do you have to complete the target? If you can't do it, they will beat you?"

Mu Wanqiu shook her head slightly and said, "No, it is strictly forbidden to beat people in prison, but we must do it desperately, in order to ...... Commutation. ”

Mu Wanqiu said with a wry smile: "People who have never been in prison can't imagine the hellish suffering they have endured inside, and there are many people in it who will find ways to commit suicide, such as cutting veins with sharpened toothbrushes, piercing xiōng mouths with embroidered huā, and hitting walls, but there are few successful cases." You can't die if you hit a wall, you can cut a vein or something, because the prison is full of cameras, including the sleeping room, and the prison will not let the prisoner act alone at all. ”

Listening to what Mu Wanqiu said, Zhou Jian faintly understood why Wenren Shaolong abandoned his wife and daughter for Zimu Wanqiu in the first place, this relationship was too heavy, if it was him, he couldn't be indifferent.

Mu Wanqiu said: "Okay, don't mention this, I called you today to seriously talk about your affairs with Huiyin, I want to ask you, do you know about the affairs of Huiyin and Huiyin?"

Zhou Jian nodded: "I know, this matter is approved by the great-grandfather who heard the sound of wisdom." ”

The late autumn of the curtain was slightly stunned, the great-grandfather who heard the wisdom of the people? Isn't that the head of the Wenren family?

Although the late autumn of the curtain does not have a good impression of this feudal parent who eats the ancient and is engaged in ** rule, she has to admit that this Wenren Xingguo is a man of the hour, since he is the son-in-law of Zeng Bei, who he personally identified, then this young man must have something extraordinary, it seems that he really underestimated him, and his relationship with Huiyin has long been a foregone conclusion, how can he have any right to speak, just worry in vain.

Knowing this, the bunch of rhetoric prepared by the late autumn was useless, and she said: "In this case, I hope you can treat Huiyin well, I have no children and no daughters, although I met Huiyin for the first time, but I have long regarded her as my own daughter......"

Speaking of this, Zhou Jian couldn't help but guess in his heart, is Mu Wanqiu infertile? Otherwise, why don't you want children? Of course, he didn't open his mouth to ask.

However, Mu Wanqiu guessed what Zhou Jian was thinking, and she said, "Are you wondering why I don't have children?"

Zhou Jian nodded: "A little." ”

"Actually, I was pregnant twice, the first time was when I was twenty-two years old, when Shaolong was already engaged, and in the sixth month of pregnancy, someone kicked me in the stomach and the child was miscarried......"

Although Mu Wanqiu's expression was very calm, but her voice trembled slightly, Zhou Jian was stunned when she heard it, someone kicked her in the stomach? Although Mu Wanqiu did not say who the murderer was, but this kind of fact is easy to think of, it is nothing more than the Wenren family, or Huiyin's mother's family, they do not allow such a child to exist.

Mu Wanqiu smiled bitterly, "Actually, I didn't think about what to blackmail with the child in my belly, or I just wanted a child who was trying to make money."

When she said this, she couldn't help but look at the picture frame on the table, and there was a little fascination in her eyes, as if she remembered the good times of twenty years ago.

Zhou Jian can imagine the high hopes that Late Autumn had for her child and the pain that Late Autumn experienced after losing her child. He asked, "Is it because of this incident that Mr. Wenren and the family have decided something?"

Mu Wanqiu nodded, "Yes, later Shaolong relied on the network of contacts accumulated over the years to work his own, but it was not easy to break out of the world without the protection of the family, but he was unwilling to be subordinate, he wanted to prove that he could live well without the family, and wanted to give me and my future children a rich life, so there was that economic crime ......"

Mu Wanqiu shook his head when he said this, "Actually, what I want is not that, but since Shaolong insists, I can only stand behind him I was imprisoned for five years, and during those five years, Shaolong came to the United States, and then you probably guessed what happened, he joined the American mafia"

"After all those years, I got pregnant for the second time and gave birth to a lovely son...... Pity...... But he broke the sky in the gang vendetta......"

Zhou Jian couldn't tell what he felt when he heard this. Wenren Shaolong left the shadow of the family, and came to the world alone, for today's achievement, he doesn't know how much he has paid, and no matter what he has experienced, he has been standing silently behind him, supporting him at all costs, and the heaviness of this love is shocking.

Mu Wanqiu said: "Huiyin is Shaolong's daughter, is the continuation of Shaolong's life, my only wish now is to see her safe, happy, I hope you can treat her well." ”

Zhou Jian took a breath, and Zheng Wei said, "Aunt Mu, I will." ”

Mu Wanqiu glanced at Zhou Jian deeply, "I hope you can do what you say." ”

At this point in the conversation, the two were silent, Zhou Jian hesitated for a long time, and said, "Aunt Mu, I have something I want to ask you." ”

"Well, you ask. ”

Zhou Jian pondered his wording and asked, "I want to know how Mr. Wenren died, and whether he got a ring before he died?".