(Ask for a ticket!) Ask for a ticket! ）

When he got home, Xiaoyu ran over from the sofa and climbed down his trouser leg to Li Yaoyang's head three times and two times, as fast as a black lightning.

Thanks to Li Yaoyang's mental preparation, otherwise he would have to be scared out of his mind if he didn't come to this way.

"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, you said that you don't see your figure all day long, and you are scary when you show up, are you undergoing a beating?"

The little one lay on top of his head steadily, motionless.

"Meow~"

As if to say: what nonsense.

Let a cat be bullied, and there is no one.

"Coming back?" The blind old man heard the movement and came downstairs.

"Just walked in the door, did you eat?"

"After eating, I didn't leave you food, I got some for myself when I was hungry~"

"I've eaten it, don't worry~"

"Well~ Lao Yao came over yesterday and brought a bunch of medicinal herbs for me to boil soup and drink~" The blind old man suddenly took a mouthful.

"Old man Yao? Something is wrong with him? Li Yaoyang is strange.

"I didn't say it, I guess there was something, but I didn't say it when you weren't there."

"It shouldn't be a big deal, but I'll take a look."

"Do you need me to come with you?"

"No, you can rest well~"

Just about to go out, he turned around and came back:

"By the way, the quality of the meals delivered to the theater has been seriously declining recently, and you have time to help keep an eye on it."

The blind old man's face changed, and he instantly became gloomy:

"And this?"

"Well~ Some time ago, there was a day every other week that was not good, but recently, the quality of the meals was often not good for two or three days in a row, and the theater didn't say much for the time being, but we can't go too far!"

Taking care of the villagers was also instructed by the old man, but I didn't expect that some people really regarded this matter as a money-making deal, and even made small moves under his nose, which was really looking for death.

If it weren't for the old man's face, he would have taken action to rectify these bastards.

"I know, I'll take a look tomorrow, if it's true, it's too unusual~"

"Don't be angry, if you can't solve it, come back and tell me, I have a solution~"

"Hmm~"

The old man was angry, and he was also kind enough to ask Li Yaoyang to open the door of convenience, but if Li Yaoyang was affected because of this, he would never tolerate it.

Walking on the street with a light rain on his head, it attracted the attention of many passers-by, but he didn't dare to come forward to talk.

After all, Li Yaoyang is not ordinary now, and there is a suspicion of Gao Pan when he comes forward to talk, and most people want to save face and don't want to be looked down upon.

Kenny Street, Guang Chai Hall, the flow of people is like weaving, and the fragrance of medicine is overflowing.

I said hello to the apprentice at the door, and went straight to the Yaobai Tiger clinic on the second floor, where there was no one inside, and the old man was closing his eyes to recuperate.

"Why are you here?" Old Man Yao opened his eyes and stretched out his hand to take Xiaoyu over and masturbate.

I don't know if there is a kind of charm in harmony with nature in traditional Chinese medicine, Xiaoyu enjoyed it very much, shrunk in the old man's arms, squinted his eyes, and took a nap.

"The old man of our family said that you have been there, thinking that you have something to find me~"

"Hehe, this old Wu, his eyes are not good, but his brain is still easy to use~"

"So?"

"It's a little trivial, Master Long got you an invitation to the year-end party, and you can go with you then~"

As he spoke, he took out the invitation letter from the drawer and handed it to Li Yaoyang:

"That's it, you can bring someone in~"

"Only one?" Li Yaoyang raised his eyebrows.

"Well, don't worry, even if they borrow a few guts, they won't dare to do things that day."

"I see~"

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In a blink of an eye, ushered in the third decade of 20 years, Li Yaoyang sighed that time flew by, and his sense of urgency became stronger and stronger.

As the ban approached its first year, the enforcement of the decree was at its most stringent.

Walking down the street last night, you can still see at least two drunkards carrying wine bottles.

But this year, such a scene is almost invisible, and even if you drink at home, you have to be careful, always worried that a prohibition commissioner will rush in and arrest people.

But people are like that, the more you limit him, the more he wants to break free from the shackles.

The stricter the prohibition was enforced, the more it could not resist the enthusiasm of alcoholics.

Of course, if you want to drink unscrupulously in the tavern, you know that you will wait until after 10 o'clock at night.

This is also a last resort, who doesn't want to do more business to make money?

Moreover, many taverns have also been changed from the ground to the ground, and casino elements are also incorporated into them, which can be regarded as a disguised income increase project.

Regarding the casino, Xiao Er also had a proposal, but Li Yaoyang was hesitant.

On the one hand, the profits from selling alcohol are rich enough, and if you add the casino business, you don't know what tigers, leopards and jackals will attract.

But the casino's profits are indeed amazing, and he is not very willing to give it up completely.

Forget it, don't think about it yet, there are enough enemies at the moment, and there is no need to provoke another big enemy.

It's not that Chinatown doesn't have casinos, not only do they have, but there are many of them, so you can imagine what kind of forces are hidden behind them.

And the casino business is too dirty, Li Yaoyang repels it in his heart, knowing that once provoked, it will be difficult to get out.

The gambling king is a scenery, but no one knows what he has suffered behind his back.

On this day, Fat Dun'er was in the laundry room and was talking about love with her little sister, when someone suddenly rushed in and reported:

"Fat brother, hurry up~ come out and have a look~"

"What's wrong? In a hurry? Fat Dun'er muttered, got up and followed.

Everyone gathered around the gate and chattered, not knowing what was going on.

Fat Dun'er frowned and shouted:

"Don't even look at it, do you have nothing to do when you're idle? Do you want me to take a few more orders? ”

This voice came out, the crowd scattered, and the scum returned to the station, but his mind was still at the gate.

Fat Dun'er looked at it, I damn it, it's not...

40 minutes later, Li Yaoyang and Xiao Er rushed to the scene.

"Fat Dun'er, you just said on the phone that Brother Ji died?"

"Right there, look at it, it's miserable!"

How so? Brother Ji has changed beyond recognition, but he can still vaguely see the original outline, and familiar people can recognize it at a glance.

There were countless blood holes poked in his body, and he couldn't count them, and he didn't know how cruel the torture he had suffered in his life.

"The god of death did it!" Xiao Er gritted his teeth and said.

"Hmm~ But what does he mean by throwing people at the door of the laundry room? Demonstrations? Fat Dun'er was puzzled.

"Let's bury the person first, you can't leave it like this."

A few of their eyes hadn't closed yet, and they couldn't bat at each other, and Xiao Er had to work hard to barely close his eyelids, otherwise he would be stared at by a pair of dead eyes, and he would be panicked.

Call a few brothers, reasonably carry the people into the car, and prepare to send them to the cemetery for burial.

Brother Ji was prescient, he knew that he couldn't dodge, so he made arrangements in advance.

The truth was not as he expected, the god of mourning really did not let him go.

Poor Brother Ji has never been rich or wealthy in this life, nor has he been dominant, and he has hastily ended it in the prime of life, sad! Alas!