Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 832 It's Difficult To Be A Man

"Do you think I will believe such nonsense?"

Before Guo Yingyang explained the next thing clearly, Yinhu sneered again and again.

"Believe it or not, that's the way it is. I'm an old man at my age, so I won't be able to lie to you, a junior."

"Since you said that someone else is joining forces with you, who is this person?"

Fan Denglong could only continue to ask.

"Benefactor, think about it, the old man of the Gao family is not a simple person. If you want to deceive him, it is impossible for him to believe everything I say I dug out from the ancient tomb with my own hands, right?"

Fan Denglong clapped his hands, "You mean, the person who was called by Mr. Gao for identification was the one who saved you and handed over Fang Ding to you?"

Guo Yingyang nodded, "I figured this out after the fact. His name is Song Jingming. People in the antique industry may still have some impressions of him. Fifteen years ago, he was killed in a car accident while traveling abroad. "

"Nonsense,"

Yinhu was furious immediately, and after talking for a long time, finally pushed everything to a dead man, did he really treat everyone as fools?

"Yes, it's all nonsense."

Guo Yingyang also said excitedly, which made Yinhu a little puzzled.

Yinhu was excited because he was eager to find the whereabouts of the Kyushu Ding, and every piece of news was very important to him. The best result was that the Kyushu Ding was in the hands of Guo Yingyang.Therefore, no matter what Guo Yingyang said, he felt that he was lying, and he seemed a little irrational because of his eagerness.

And what about Guo Yingyang's excitement?

What kind of situation is this?
"It would be an anecdote in the world if a person who could rescue a generation of bandit commanders from the ancient tomb and help him get rid of the poison of seven-step madness would be easily killed by a car."

Fan Denglong said very calmly.

"That's right, Song Jingming is not an ordinary person. That old guy hides very deeply. The world only knows that he is a figure in the world of Taishan Beidou in the antique world, but no one knows that he possesses martial arts and his cultivation level is not low. When I saw him back then At that time, he was at least the cultivation base of a heavenly martial artist."

As long as a heaven-level martial artist didn't deliberately seek death, it is impossible for him to be killed in a car accident.

In other words, 15 years ago, Song Jingming deliberately played a trick to escape the shell of the golden cicada. After an accident, he disappeared with the money he got from the Gao family and the real Jingzhou tripod.

"Guo Yingyang, do you think we will believe what you say?"

Fan Denglong asked sharply, but the latter had a calm face, which means, believe it or not, you can guess for yourself, anyway, that's all he said.

"Draw Song Jingming's face, or find a photo of him back then."

Fan Denglong said to Guo Yingyang.

Xiao Daotong, who had been waiting on the side all the time, trotted towards the front yard. Since Guo Yingyang had already guessed that Fan Denglong was coming, these things were naturally prepared.

"More seniors,"

After receiving the old portrait brought by Xiao Daotong, Fan Denglong thanked Guo Yingyang, and then left Xiyang Taoist Temple with the silver fox without any explanation.

"Oh, what do you want me to say about you?"

Yinhu sighed while driving, "Don't you know who Guo Yingyang is? He specialized in digging graves more than 20 years ago. This kind of person's conscience has long been blackened. You can believe what he said. ?"

Fan Denglong smiled speechlessly, "Your worries are not unreasonable, but I don't think anyone in this world who can deceive me has yet to be born."

"Okay, since you said that, then I won't talk too much."

Today Yinhu has said enough, if he continues, he is worried that he will be regarded as evil.

Opening the portrait taken from Guo Yingyang, 20 years ago, Song Jingming was in his prime, and because of the antique industry, he gave people a very bookish feeling.

But it is undeniable that the smiling man in this portrait is extremely uncomfortable in Fan Denglong's eyes.

People with dark hearts, no matter how warm you smile, there will always be a little disharmony.

Song Jingming probably falls into this category.

"You should have information channels in Laotai, right? Help me investigate the car accident 15 years ago. Do your best to help me with this matter, and don't worry about other things."

Yinhu is a good person, and if he promises to give him a surprise for a week, he will never make excuses. Compared with Huanglong, he is definitely more reliable in handling things.

"Yes, but after all, it happened 15 years ago. The information you can get is absolutely limited. You'd better not have any hope."

Yinhu has almost figured out Fan Denglong's temper. When dealing with him, there is nothing wrong with your lack of ability, but the most important thing is to be open-minded and explain the situation clearly in advance. Generally, he will not embarrass you too much.

"It's as good as it can be,"

Fan Denglong smiled, and when He Yuexian recovered, the intelligence system of the Hydralisk Mercenary Corps would be used by him again, and it would still be up to Hydralisk to inquire about Song Jingming.

The rest of the journey seemed a little silent, Yinhu and Fan Denglong were both thinking about something, and neither of them spoke.

Back at Yijian Villa, Fan Denglong asked the servants of the villa, and learned that Sun Qian and others had not returned yet, and his father was fishing alone in the lotus pond behind the villa.Therefore, Fan Denglong also moved a pony to join in the fun.

The father and son rarely had time for such activities together, so Fan Qinghe naturally had to say some old tunes.

If you have time, spend more time with Qianqian. Pregnant women are actually the most vulnerable during this period. It is quite irresponsible for you as a husband to run outside for a long time.

Faced with such words, Fan Denglong could only respond with a wry smile.

If given a choice, he would really like to stay by his wife's side for the rest of his life.

"It's hard being a man,"

Fan Denglong let out a sigh of emotion, but was attacked by his father's chestnut.

"You brat,"

Fan Qinghe put the fishing rod aside, "Your mother and I both know that you must have something to hide from us, but we have been waiting for the day when you confess on your own initiative."

"Dad, what can I do?"

Fan Denglong showed another trademark smile.

Fan Qinghe narrowed his eyes, "You really have nothing to hide from us?"

Faced with such a determined gaze, Fan Denglong couldn't take it any longer, and when he was hesitating whether to tell the whole story, Fan Qinghe patted his legs, stood up, and said, "Okay, I'll leave you some private space, we don't have many Ask. If you don’t want to say it, I don’t want to hear it.”

Fan Denglong spread his hands helplessly, I was going to say something.

(End of this chapter)