Tang Yu coughed lightly to hide the panic in his heart: "Say, what did you hear?"

"Song Qingyang may have been entangled with someone recently, blackmailing and intimidating, and asking for a lot of money from others. Ziyu looked around and continued, "It seems that he is very arrogant......

"Arrogant?"

Because he boasted to Liu Qinghong, don't look at people, in a few days, Lao Tzu will make a fortune. At that time, it will be the second master of Song who is dignified in Chuzhou City, who will buy a house and land, a light car and a BMW, and a lot of gold and jade. ”

Tang Yu was curious: "Why does he say this, no matter whether it is internal or external wealth, there must always be a way for people to get rich - and there will be no gold in the sky?"

Ziyu's thick eyelashes shrugged and said, "I didn't hear clearly." He spoke very quickly, with a high-pitched accent, but the smugness was palpable. ”

"What did he say roughly...... Tang Yu reminded.

After thinking about it again, Ziyu said, "He seems to have mentioned some 'treasure', but I didn't hear it clearly, so I'm not sure. ”

"Song Qingyang said about treasures?" Tang Yu became excited.

Ziyu turned his head sideways and said: "He only said that if he finds those treasures, even if he gets one thousandth, he will not worry about food and clothing in this life." ”

"And then?"

Ziyu's face flushed: "Later, the two of them stopped talking, just making love......

Tang Yu was speechless. After a while, he asked again: "Do you want to call your sister Liu Qinghong over, she may know a little more?"

"No, I can't. Ziyu stopped, and she lowered her voice and said, "This is too obvious, and it will make the master suspicious." Besides, that Song Qingyang is a slippery person, and her tone is very tight, even if she calls Liu Qinghong over, she doesn't necessarily know too much. ”

"Oh, that's right. ”

"If you want to find out more about Song Qingyang, why don't you try to make friends with the bald man who guards the door in the hall?" Ziyu leaned down, her fat and fluffy chest leaned towards him, and the strong aroma of fat powder came to her nose. "A while ago, the two of them always got together ......"

Tang Yu moved away a little: "Do you people like to get so close when you talk?"

"We here generally like to chat in bed. Men, wake up to the power of the world, drunk and lying on the knees of beautiful women. Otherwise, wouldn't your money be spent in vain?" Ziyu Qing Ling Ling's eyes were like a bottomless abyss.

"It's not my hobby. Tang Yu sneezed and moved to the side: "It's not good for two people to get too close, it's easy to get prickly heat." When you get sick, you can spread it to each other!"

Ziyu lowered her eyebrows and lowered her head, biting her lip lightly, as if she was about to cry: "Do I look ugly?"

Tang Yu looked at her, and then said resolutely: "No, you are very beautiful." But you don't have to, because even if you don't do anything, the money is yours to be made. ”

As he spoke, he pushed the silver on the wooden table over.

Ziyu burst into tears and laughed. From sadness to joy, there is no trace: "Childe, you are really a kind person." ”

Tang Yu smiled: "Don't be too happy, I still have something to ask you." I can't take my money for nothing. What did you just say about the gatekeeper, is this shirtless and bald man surnamed Guan?"

His name is Guan Er, known as Drunken King Kong, and he said that he had practiced boxing and kicking in the North Shaolin Temple for ten years, stepped on plum blossom piles, and hit Muren Alley. A body of meat, invulnerable......"

"It seems that it is really a practice. ”

"Why don't you ask him to guard the door for twenty taels of silver a month?" Ziyu said, still feeling palpitations, "Qinglu Street Jinxiang Hutong, the name sounds fragrant and beautiful, but in fact, there are three sects and nine streams, all of which are gathered here. In this open hall, no one can take the bait and link it, and both black and white dishes can be eaten. If you don't raise a few powerful thugs, can you get along?"

Tang Yu was indifferent and asked, "Do you know where Song Qingyang lives?"

Ziyu put the silver taels into her purse, shrugged her shoulders, and muttered, "I don't know this." One is that he never inquires, and even if he asks, the guest may not tell the truth. ”

Tang Yu thought about it too. knocked on the table with his hand and reminded Ziyu: "Next time Song Xiucai comes to 'Qunfang Spectrum' again, you have to find a way to figure out his address." As long as the information is accurate, I can't do you any good. ”

"Alright. Ziyu pulled away.

Tang Yu raised his head and stopped her: "Remember, don't talk nonsense about today's events to others." If you talk too much, it won't do you any good. ”

Ziyu nodded in agreement and bowed back.

After the woman left, Tang Yu sat down for a while, then got up and learned to play a skinny look, messed up her hair, opened her arms, lifted the robe up and tucked it around her waist, and walked out in a sway. When he came to the front desk, He Zhangban, who was sitting behind the counter, squinted his eyes, glanced at him a few times, and smiled without smiling: "What's the matter, this girl is still delicious enough, right?"

Tang Yu's mouth was full of wine, and he looked at the few men and women sitting in the middle of the room eating barbecue and drinking rice wine with drunken eyes. ”

While talking, he turned out the door.

When he arrived at the door, he caught a glimpse of the tall bald man standing in the corner of the wall, so he stepped forward and arched his hand and said, "Fang is clumsy, I don't know the real hero, isn't the second brother Guan who is called 'Drunken King Kong' standing over there?"

The bald man's sharp sunlight swept towards Tang Yu, and said coldly: "I don't recognize you, why do you talk nonsense?"

Tang Yu patted his chest, pursed his mouth, and pretended to be a drunkard: "My surname is Tang, my ancestral home is Songjiang Mansion, and I was originally a boxer who walked the rivers and lakes to sell his art. On that day, in Tianqi Temple, I saw you walking with a Xiucai in a square scarf and a green shirt, and he didn't look so powerful......!

After some touting words, although Guan Er was silent, his face was relaxed and slightly relaxed. Tang Yu wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and said, "When I am free, I still have a few taels of silver left in my pocket, and I want to invite two heroes to drink." It's just that I don't know who that Tsing Yi Xiu is, he looks like a crepe, and he dares to love is also a person in the martial arts?"

Guan Er was wary and said in a strict tone: "That's a friend from out of town, I haven't heard from me for many years, and I met occasionally." Pick up a few words, that is, make a long farewell ......"

Tang Yu failed to try it once, changed his roundabout tactics, and asked again: "Brother talks about friends, which makes me think about it. My younger brother sells art for a living, has been in the wind and rain for a year, wandering the rivers and lakes, and a few months ago I walked to this place in Miaojia Village, Chihe Township, Fengyang Mansion, and I really got acquainted with a big hero!"

"Really?" Guan Er moved slightly, "A small village, a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, it seems that the rivers and lakes are vast, and you can't be arrogant." ”

"Who says it's not. Tang Yu agreed.

Guan Er took a step forward and rolled his eyes: "I don't know what kind of heroic warrior can enter the blue eyes of a young hero like you?"

"This person, known as Miao Hanwu, is eight feet tall and skilled in martial arts, and it is said that he was a big hero who galloped across the field back then. Tang Yu was careless.

Guan Er suddenly changed color: "Miao Hanwu?"