Double the dowry?Backhand married a passerby heroine

Chapter 75 Sharp Blade
"Well, I see."

Jiang Hao replied with this sentence, neither agreeing nor expressly refusing.

He is not a superman, and even the police can't find any traces, so he also feels a little powerless.

"Thank you so much. Don't worry, Mr. Jiang. As long as I, Han Baichuan, am still alive, I will protect Hanjiang Real Estate and Han's Electronics for you. If the Cui family dares to reach out again, it will be a fight. I will cut off one of his arms in my lifetime."

I don't know if Han Baichuan didn't understand Jiang Hao's meaning, or in his opinion, Jiang Hao agreed to intervene in Han Xinran's affairs by saying so.

Although he was swearing, if the Cui family did something small, it really wasn't something that Han Baichuan could just say to break someone's arm.

Of course, Jiang Hao will not discourage his enthusiasm at this time. Han Baichuan may not even be a fart in front of those big bosses, but no matter what, he is also relying on his own ability to become the richest man in Zhongjiang. .

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Hao returned home.

"Dad, what about my mom?"

After Jiang Hao returned home, he didn't see his mother and Lin Qingyu, so he stood at the door of the kitchen and asked his father who was busy inside.

"Oh, your mother said that Qingyu is here for the first time, and she wants to take her out for a walk."

In fact, Jiang Wenbing also wanted to go together, but his wife stopped him by saying, "You don't cook at home, and women go shopping, what are you doing?"

Jiang Hao said "oh", and then turned to the balcony. Grandpa was lying on the rocking chair with his eyes slightly closed, basking in the sun with a teacup.

"grandfather!"

Jiang Hao yelled, and the old man slowly opened his eyes, glanced at him, then pointed to the small stool beside him, and said:

"Come back, come and sit with grandpa for a while."

Jiang Hao walked over and sat down, the sun's rays piercing obliquely in front of him made it hard for him to open his eyes.

"Have you got everything?" the old man asked.

This happened yesterday, but when Jiang Hao came home yesterday, his grandfather had already fallen asleep.

"Well, got it."

The old man nodded, then closed his eyes again, basking in the sun comfortably.

After a while, the old man said:

"You're not curious, don't you want to ask me anything?"

"Curious, but I think, if grandpa wants me to know, he will definitely say it himself."

"Hahahaha... cough cough!"

The old man suddenly laughed, and at the end of the laugh he coughed violently a few times.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" An anxious voice came from the kitchen, and Jiang Wenbing didn't even have time to throw down the kitchen knife, so he hurried from the kitchen towards the balcony.

"Go back and make your meal!"

The old man glared at him angrily.

"Oh well."

Jiang Hao couldn't help laughing as he watched his father exit the balcony with a resentful and disheartened face.

Immediately afterwards, the old man turned his head and gave him the same look.

Jiang Hao quickly put away his smiling face knowingly.

"Have you seen that little book too?" The old man said with a serious face.

"Is it the dark red one?"

Jiang Hao had some doubts when he saw the little notebook, there was a "0" in it, nothing was recorded, what was it for.

"Well, that's it, and its name is 'Blade'".

When the old man said this, his pupils dilated slightly, as if he was remembering something.

"Blade?"

Jiang Hao looked at his grandfather curiously, knowing that he was going to tell him a story, and his sitting posture became more upright.

The old man's next words also verified his guess.

"That was seven years ago."

"???"

The old man just said this out of nowhere, and then stopped.

Jiang Hao was a little dissatisfied and complained:

"Grandpa, this habit of yours is really not good, half of what you say is a mouthful?"

"wait for me a bit."

The old man stood up from the rocking chair and left the balcony.

After 2 minutes, he walked back again.

Jiang Hao noticed that Grandpa was holding a dagger in his hand.

The dagger was about three inches long and was inserted into a wooden scabbard.

The old man returned to the balcony, lay back on the rocking chair, stroked the scabbard a few times, and handed it over.

Jiang Hao took the dagger suspiciously and pulled it out of the scabbard.

The edge of the blade is shimmering with cold light, and I don't know what material it is made of.

However, the handle of the knife is black and shiny, with traces of being used for a long time.

What surprised Jiang Hao even more was that the style of this dagger was exactly the same as the one on the cover of the dark red book.

However, he has never seen his grandfather take it out since he was a child, and he thinks it has been put away for a long time.

"This is the sharp blade, when the sharp blade comes out, ghosts and gods will cry!"

When grandpa said this, Jiang Hao even had the illusion that the sunlight shining on his body was no longer so warm.

"In the future, if you encounter problems that you can't solve, you can take it and go to Situ in Kyoto, Yuwen in Shanghai, Yan's in western Sichuan, and Ma's in northeast. I think they can still sell me some noodles .”

Although Jiang Hao had heard of these surnames, after bringing the place names, he felt that these families might not be as simple as he thought.

The most important point, why do you take a dagger, people will buy your account.

"Perhaps Grandpa still hides a secret that no one knows." Jiang Haoxin said.

From the deposit slips stored in major banks, he knew that grandpa was not simple. Now it seems that the grandfather who watched him grow up seems to be a remarkable person.

The old man thought about himself again and said: "After walking through the gate of hell, I originally thought that life and death would not be a big deal. Now that I think about it carefully, it is better to be alive."

"Grandpa, you..."

The old man looked at his grandson with a smile, waved his hands, then narrowed his eyes, and hummed a little song in a low voice.

Jiang Hao felt that something was wrong with his grandfather. As for what was wrong, everything was wrong.

But grandpa wanted to be alone for a while, so he had no choice but to leave the balcony.

He felt that maybe it was just like what grandpa said, after walking before the gate of hell, the mood of the whole person became different.

I used to think that it would be good to let my children and grandchildren be ordinary people.

Now that the mentality has changed, I don't care so much, after all, children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

By the time Mom and Lin Qingyu came back, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

Master Jiang, who has been busy all afternoon, also finished a large table of delicacies.

"Grandpa, Dad, Mom, I plan to go back to Zhongjiang tomorrow."

Jiang Hao said while eating.

"So fast?"

Jiang Wenbing paused for a moment with his chopsticks, then stretched out again, picked up a piece of chicken, and put it into the old man's bowl.

(End of this chapter)