I, Scorpio Lone Star, like to make friends

Chapter 23 Dou Chui
night.

Tianxiang Building, private room.

Oil lamps and candles were filled with light, illuminating the elegant room like daytime.

Qian Xiaojiu was dragging a bright red robe, sitting by the window, stretched out her short hands, propped up the oiled paper window, and looked down at the street.

Seeing the back of his brother Changsheng, who had been disappearing in the darkness, Qian Xiaojiu slowly looked away.

He looked at a hunchbacked old man who was sitting on the table and eating leftovers.

The old man's face was full of wrinkles, deep wrinkles, like bark, and his sallow complexion was full of sorrow. There was a bong on the table, and smoke curled up from it.

The wolf-eating attitude is like a beggar who has never eaten oil or water. The leftovers on the table are not picky, and they have been cleaned up quickly.

Finally, he picked up the plate, drank the fish soup, licked his lips lightly with his long and narrow tongue, and then put down the plate, showing a relaxed look.

"This dish tastes better than leftovers."

"Even if you follow Master Qian, it's still good."

Qian Xiaojiu sat down, looked at the old butler in front of him and said, "Master Yao, are you back?"

"It seems that King Wuxiang has left the capital?"

Yao Shaosi picked up the bong, took a deep puff from his mouth, breathed out the smoke, and said plainly: "There are ever-changing things, hence the name Wuxiang."

"The strength of King Wuxiang is just like that. Those who can crush him to death on the local list cannot be counted with two hands, but King Wuxiang is ranked ninth on the local list."

"The only one who, as a grand master, stands side by side with other supreme masters."

"It's because no one knows whether the Wuxiang King is male or female, tall or short, and who is his real body?"

"Offending Wuxiang King, the worst thing is that there will be no peace since then, and you will never be able to trust anyone except yourself."

"Even if it's your own flesh and blood, the first wife who has been in bed with you for decades, or your parents who gave birth to you, they may all be King Wuxiang."

"I saw King Wuxiang leave the capital, but is it true? Or is it fake?"

"Who knows?"

Qian Xiaojiu looked solemn, and said solemnly: "I don't believe that King Wuxiang will leave the capital of God. This time, Ye Wumian came to God to complete the destiny ceremony. Although it makes sense, I always feel something wrong in my heart."

"Golden Wind Night Rain Tower is an organization of killers. People like Wuxiang Wang have long since lost their family ties, and their six relatives don't recognize them. They are not the kind of people who dare to take risks for the sake of their disciples."

Yao Shaosi smoked his pipe and spoke slowly: "Don't worry about King Wuxiang, there are so many things that the world can't figure out, if you try to figure them out, you'll have a hard time."

"Is the water deep in God's capital?"

"It's up to them to make troubles. The Great Zhou has only established the country for more than 200 years. According to the calculations of the previous dynasty, there are still more than 200 years of national destiny. After all, it will not fail."

"But Xiaojiu, you forgot one thing."

"Ten thousand people go, but send someone specially, let Xiaojiu you as an intermediary, want to ease the relationship between Dou Changsheng, don't let Dou Changsheng hate the destiny ceremony."

"You take money and do nothing, breaking the rules."

Qian Xiaojiu shook his head and said:
"They are destined to be unable to coexist. Thousands of people will come to apologize. I can tell at a glance that Brother Changsheng will not accept it."

"Furthermore, the tens of thousands of people went here, not because they sincerely apologized, but because they had other ideas and planned to drive a wedge between them."

"Everyone knows that Wan Wanxiang and Zhao Wudu are at odds, and the situation is already like fire and water."

"But that's not the main thing."

"What's really important is that ten thousand people are getting old, but Brother Changsheng is young."

"Thousands of people will only be a master in the future, but Brother Changsheng has unlimited potential in the future. For a wealthy family like us, it is natural to bully the old and not the young."

Yao Shaosi showed interest, and said enthusiastically: "Your theory is novel, it's directly reversed."

"It has always been bullying the young, not the old."

"After all, the old guys have grown up, hold great power, and hold important positions."

"Genius without growth is worthless."

Qian Xiaojiu explained with a smile: "Master Yao is talking about ordinary families. What they need is the present, but we are different."

"One more master, one less master, the impact is not great."

"Those old guys, ten years from now, 20 years from now, will still be the same."

"But teenagers are different. 20 years is enough for them to rise up, step on the mountains and rivers, and become famous all over the world."

"But if there is one more great master, it will be different."

"As long as we cast the net widely, as long as one person grows up and forms a good relationship, the future will be rewarded thousands of times."

Qian Xiaojiu showed a look of complacency, and said confidently: "This time I am optimistic about Brother Changsheng. Of course, it is not only Brother Changsheng who is young and has great potential."

"It's Brother Changsheng's ruthlessness, his fierceness to climb up at all costs."

"Dou Changsheng is a wolf in human skin, no, it's a boa constrictor with its first horn."

Yao Shaosi sighed: "The boa constrictor grows horns, this is a dragon."

Qian Xiaojiu nodded heavily and said, "Not bad."

"Our God of Wealth Pavilion is as rich as an enemy country. If we don't go back, it's just the great merchants of the previous dynasty, and now the Great Zhou Dynasty. There are more than 20 emperors in the two dynasties. I don't know how many methods they have used, but our God of Wealth Pavilion still stands today."

"If I wasn't really optimistic about Dou Changsheng, why should I stay low and be a small one?"

"I bet on Dou Changsheng that he can become a great master."

"In the future, in Dazhou, I dare not say that the power will be dominated by the government and the public, but it will still play a pivotal role. I will be an important minister in the court."

Qian Xiaojiu showed respect, and said in a deep voice: "Nowadays Brother Changsheng's name has been passed down to one hundred and eight continents in the world, but few people admire him. Most of them just think that they are lucky, and they just happened to meet the Destiny Ceremony."

"He came to Shendu with all his knives sharpened, wanting to defeat Brother Changsheng, and then climb to the top of the list."

"In the final analysis, it still depends on Brother Changsheng's low cultivation level. They have a kind of idea that I can do it myself, and they want to come here to take advantage of it."

"It's completely ignored. Even if Ye Wumian lowers his realm and cannot use his own martial arts, he is still the seventh evildoer on the list."

Yao Shaosi shook the bong in his hand, and vetoed the preaching: "Is this not enough?"

Qian Xiaojiu agreed with the preaching: "This is just the appearance, what really matters to me."

"It's about the broom star created by Brother Changsheng."

"This is a stroke of genius, the finishing touch."

"Look carefully, after the broom star incident, who died?"

"Captain Wang, Zheng Shiming,"

"What are their identities?"

"It's the silver medal catcher, and the gold medal catcher."

"What do they have in common?"

Yao Shaosi immediately replied, "They are both Dou Changsheng's bosses."

"What is the official position of Brother Changsheng now?"

"Golden Badge, hurry up."

Immediately after Yao Shaosi blurted out his words, a look of enlightenment appeared, and he suddenly looked up at Qian Xiaojiu.

Qian Xiaojiu nodded heavily and said, "Not bad."

"Excellent talent, ruthless heart, and clear goals."

"Brother Changsheng failed."

"Who can succeed?"

With the sound of the bar stool, the bong had fallen, and Yao Shaosi showed a look of horror.

Nima?

The current juniors.

too frightening.

(End of this chapter)