I have a role in the heavens

Cui Delu was stunned, suppressed his anger, and finally persuaded him.

"People will always be dogs in this life. Some people just want to be dogs, but they don't have the chance yet!"

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and tied the sword on the table to his waist. He handed it over gracefully and was about to leave.

"Boss Cui, you are really not a competent lobbyist because you don't know the character of Chunfengting Laochao."

Cui Delu's face became extremely ugly, he stood up and said in a deep voice.

"Are you worried that this decision will not convince the public? Don't worry, the prince has said that as long as you are willing to bow your head, even if it is a symbolic bow, he will ask the military department to give you an explanation and give you two heads. Is it true? You, the majestic leader of the gang, can’t shock those subordinates below?”

At this point in the conversation, Cui Delu no longer bothered to use the palace steward as a cover-up, and moved directly out of His Highness the Prince. However, the middle-aged man seemed not to hear at all and walked directly out of the door. No one noticed that when Cui Delu said the words "dangdang gang leader", there was an unexplainable smile between his eyebrows.

"Lao Chao, stop here."

Cui Delu stared at the back of his head with a cold look, full of murderous intent and evil aura. It seemed that as long as the other person dared to leave the house, he would have to bear all the consequences.

"It seems that these years, you and your brothers have been prosperous in Chang'an City, and you have long forgotten how to write the word awe, but I must remind you that these nobles are real nobles, not you. Such a cockroach crawling in a smelly ditch can offend someone."

"I know what you rely on, aren't they Chang San Qi Si, Liu Wu Fei Liu and Chen Qi? I know you can fight, and your brothers are also good at fighting, but don't forget, Chang San Fei Liu is Yu Lin Jun's lieutenant, Liu Wu is the leader of the Valiant Cavalry Battalion, and Chen Qi is an old man who has retired from the bodyguard service. The big shots just raise their fingers, and you will be pressed into the deepest part of the underworld and never be able to stand up."

The middle-aged man suddenly turned around and looked into his eyes with a frown. His eyes were sharp and filled with an inexplicable sense of oppression. The aura on his body was so powerful that the ruthless look on Cui Delu's face dissipated slightly, but then he became angry. The opponent suppressed his momentum.

They are just cockroaches living in smelly ditches, pretentious rats, and shady things. Why don't they want to be dogs? How can they suppress themselves? Thinking of this, Cui Delu's face became gloomy again, and his heart became more murderous. , said coldly.

"A lot of your most reliable and capable brothers have died in recent years. Apart from that loser Qi Si, you can only rely on these guys, but you don't understand the power of the nobles at all. All they need is a word and a piece of paper. By writing, you can trap the combat force you rely on most in the military camp. The ghosts and snake gods in Chang'an City who have been suppressed by you for more than ten years will definitely be happy to jump out and hit you hard once they know the news. I'll bite you a few times until you're bleeding and dying!"

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, not taking this threat to heart. His expression returned to calm again, and he continued to walk out the door.

"Old Chunfengting, your hand is too long and has actually reached into the imperial court. Now that you are surrounded by enemies, I want to see who can tolerate you!"

A vicious and angry bark sounded in the room. This sound was full of murderous intent and evil spirit. It broke into the middle-aged man's ears and could not stop him from leaving.

The middle-aged man put his right hand on the door and opened it. His steps were firm, his voice was firm, and his back was strong.

"As long as God can tolerate me, I can live!"

Facing Alley 47, the whole alley was empty, not a single person was seen, and it looked extremely deserted and lifeless. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the ground with a splash, and the water splashed into mist, and the visibility was getting worse and worse. , the world seemed to become hazy and dim.

A middle-aged man appeared outside the door of Laobi Studio holding an oil-paper umbrella. The arrogant rain soaked most of his green shirt, and the scabbard at his waist was also full of water drops. It was Lin Forty-Seven. The owner of the lane is Chunfengting Laochao.

Lao Chao's blue shirt was soaked by the rain, and the color on the front and back was a little darker, and he looked a little embarrassed. But the strange thing was that this middle-aged man didn't feel embarrassed at all, and stood quietly in the alley holding an oil-paper umbrella. , looking at the continuous rain in front of me, with a calm and calm expression, just like looking at the peach blossoms on the street and the sunshine everywhere.

At this moment, a young man holding a red plum paper umbrella walked up. He was wearing a Confucian shirt. Different from the middle-aged man's embarrassment, he was strolling in the courtyard, free and easy. There was no water on the Confucian shirt. The right hand is holding an umbrella, and the left hand is holding a bowl. In the bowl is oil-splashed noodles, and the aroma is overflowing, making people salivate.

Maybe the young man couldn't stand the glutton in his stomach. After thinking for a while, he walked under the eaves of Lao Bizhai next to the alley. The eaves tiles above his head blocked the rain, allowing him to put away the paper umbrella, leaving his right hand free. He picked up the chopsticks in the bowl, squatted in front of the door shop, and started to eat happily.

The middle-aged man came over, took out the key from his arms, opened the door of Laobi Zhai behind the young man, looked down at him, and said with a smile.

"The noodles are very fragrant. If you don't mind, you can come in and eat the noodles and then leave!"

Zhao Wuhao raised his head and glanced at the sword hanging on Lao Chao's waist, his eyes flashed slightly, and he said with a faint smile on his face.

"I only have one bowl of noodles, and I won't share it with you!"

"No need, although I haven't eaten from this Youpo Noodles restaurant either!"

Zhao Wuhao readily accepted the other party's kindness, stood up unceremoniously and walked into Laobi Studio, sat down at the table, and ate happily, as if he was worried that Lao Chao would steal his face.

Lao Chao put away the paper umbrella in his hand and sat across from Zhao Wuhao. He seemed to feel that the atmosphere was a bit dull. He seemed to have something on his mind and wanted to talk to strangers. After all, some things were not suitable to be said to acquaintances. , a stranger is a better listener, meeting by chance has nothing to do with each other.

"The red plum blossoms on your paper umbrella are beautifully painted. They are proud and not afraid of frost and snow. I like them very much!"

It was because of this that Lao Chao invited Zhao Wuhao in to eat noodles. He seemed to see himself in the red plum. He was unwilling to give in and be a dog for others. This was his bottom line. He faith.

"suck!"

Zhao Wuhao ate the oily noodles with big mouthfuls, his mouth was bulging. After hearing Lao Chao's words, he chewed a few times faster, swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and then said with a smile.

"You have good taste. I painted this. I relied on this painting to earn a living!"

"Did you draw it yourself?"

Lao Chao didn't seem to expect that this young man actually had such painting skills. He was slightly surprised, then smiled and said with great appreciation.

“With this craft, you really won’t be hungry!”

"God is not hungry for craftsmen. It is good to master a craft at any time!"

"No, when I came to Chang'an, I couldn't even afford to stay in the cheapest inn. If I hadn't relied on this craft, I would have left long ago. How could I be like now, living so well and eating fried noodles? !”

Zhao Wuhao seemed extremely proud, with a bright smile on his face. He glanced at the oily noodles in the bowl and started working hard again. He ate very deliciously.

"Living in Chang'an is not easy!"

"It's really amazing that you can settle down in Chang'an with this skill!"

Lao Chao said with emotion, with a look of sadness on his face. He had stayed in Chang'an all his life, but now there is no place for him in this huge Chang'an city.

"I'm not as good as you. I have my own house in Chang'an City. I'm still staying at someone else's house. I don't know when I will be able to have my own place in Chang'an City!"

Zhao Wuhao seemed to have noticed Lao Chao's sigh, thinking that someone was kind enough to take him in to shelter from the rain, so he should say a few nice words, compliment him, look at the house, and said so.

"Young man, don't be impatient. If you have skills, you will have your own place in Chang'an sooner or later!"

In fact, Lao Chao is not a talkative person, and he is usually taciturn. Now he may be leaving, so he is always a little lonely in his heart, and he can't help but want to say a few more words.

"If you are really in trouble, I still have a few houses in Chang'an City. I'm afraid I won't be able to live in them anymore, so I can give you one!"

Zhao Wuhao was stunned when he heard this. He went out today without looking at the almanac. This meant that he had met a noble person. If they met by chance, the other person would give him a house. Could it be that he had seen him and recognized his identity.

"But judging from the other person's expression and reaction, he should just treat himself as a stranger who met by chance!"

"In terms of acting skills, I'm an old actor. He can't deceive my eyes. It's really interesting!"

Zhao Wuhao ate the last bite of oil-splashed noodles, and then he slowly looked up at Lao Chao and asked doubtfully.

"Why?"

"Maybe it's fate!"

Lao Chao also said uncertainly that he was about to leave Chang'an. There was no point in keeping these extraneous things. He might as well help the young man in front of him who he liked very much and let him settle in Chang'an City. No need. Drift like yourself.

Leaving Chang'an City alone and establishing a foothold in Chang'an City alone seemed to be a fate. This thought faintly emerged in Lao Chao's heart, and a sincere smile appeared on his face.

Zhao Wuhao didn't expect that pie would fall from the sky, and it still fell on his head. This experience made him feel novel. He looked at the furnishings in Laobi Studio and seemed to be very satisfied with it, so he proposed Rude request.

"Then can I take this old pen restaurant?"

Lao Chao was stunned when he heard this, looked at the house, and finally looked at Zhao Wuhao, with a wry smile on his face and said.

"I have other properties that are more suitable for you than this one. It's not that I'm stingy, giving you this old pen house will bring disaster to you!"

Zhao Wuhao became even more interested when he heard this. Without any fear, he waved his hand and said.

"Since you are willing, let's do it this way. This old pen studio will belong to me. As for the so-called trouble, I believe you will solve it for me, right?"

After hearing this, Lao Chao thought for a while. Cui Delu targeted Lin 47 Lane just to force him to express his position. If he solved all the problems, after leaving Chang'an City, the other party would probably not target Lin 47 Lane again. .

And even if the other party continues to target him, he still has a friend in Chang'an City who should be able to solve this problem.

"Since you like it, then this property will be yours. In the future, you will have a place to stay in Chang'an City, and you will no longer have to rely on others!"

Zhao Wuhao nodded when he heard this. He didn't seem to show much happiness, he was very calm, which made Lao Chao look at him even more with admiration.

"After you finish eating the noodles, leave. If you come here again in three days, someone will hand over the property deed to you!"

Lao Chao's expression changed slightly, as if he sensed something, and said to Zhao Wuhao.

Zhao Wuhao is not a person who listens to advice. He is born with a rebellious nature. He glanced outside and saw that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, which affected his vision. The crackling sound still could not cover up the footsteps in the rain, which made him raise his eyebrows slightly, revealing With a strange look on his face, he refused.

"It's raining so hard, I don't want to leave!"

Lao Chao was stunned when he heard this, with a serious look on his face, and said very seriously.

"You'd better leave. After all, there are some troubles you can't get involved in!"

"You seem to have made a mistake. This old pen studio already belongs to me. I am the owner of the house. If you want to leave, you must leave!"

Zhao Wuhao turned his back and refused to acknowledge anyone else. His natural behavior made even Lao Chao stunned.

Lao Chao was not angry at all. He smiled bitterly, stood up, opened his paper umbrella, walked into the rain, and said.

"You're right, you are the owner of this old pen studio now, so naturally you have the final say!"

Lao Chao opened the seemingly tattered oil-paper umbrella and walked into the rain. As always, he walked without squinting and with his hands behind his back. Even though most of his green shirt was wet by the rainwater dripping from the oil-paper umbrella, his face was still wet. With a faint smile, the wind and rain outside the umbrella were illuminated a little.

None of the people lurking here expected that instead of the three thousand Qingshan brothers they imagined, only Chunfengting Laochao walked out alone, accompanied by wind and rain.

After a long silence, it was determined that only Chunfeng Ting Laochao was alone. The enemy hidden in the wind and rain no longer concealed his whereabouts. Accompanied by the sound of continuous footsteps and the slapping sound of the soles of boots, the sharp knife was slowly drawn out. There was a scraping sound of the scabbard, and hundreds of stern-looking men walked out from the alley and from the side of the house.

Chunfengting Laochao stood not far from Zhao Wuhao's house, quietly looking at the dark crowds pouring out from all directions, smiling slightly, raising his arm to wipe the rain off his face, looking around at the enemies around him, and said in a deep voice road.

"Master Meng, the head of Nancheng."

"Master Meng's sworn brother Song Tietou,"

As the middle-aged man in green shirt moved his gaze, the crowd surrounded by wind and rain suddenly became commotion. The men standing in the front row holding sharp knives and showing off their bravery to their boss, their expressions were slightly stiff, and they all subconsciously took a step back.

Zhao Wuhao had already stood up at this time and stood at the threshold, leaning against the door frame, watching the scene quietly. He did not expect that this kind man would have such power in Chang'an City, but thinking of his cultivation, It also feels natural that masters in the realm of great swordsmen are the overlords everywhere.

Lao Chao smiled and did not sneer at the other party's timidity. He moved his eyes and looked at a tall and thin man deep in the crowd on the east side and said.

"Xicheng Chief Shunsuke!"

Immediately afterwards, Lao Chao looked at the crowd standing in a small circle and said with a slight frown.

"Uncle Cat of Chang'an Mansion! The gangs in Chang'an City are the most unruly and disgusting among you. If your sister-in-law hadn't been the concubine of Chang'an Mansion's secretary and joined the army, I would have dealt with you long ago."

"There are actually people from the City Gate Army, which should not be underestimated. They have some real skills. The freight lines I manage have never paid tribute to you, so do you have any objections to me? If I kill you, I wonder if the City Gate Army dares to provoke me?"

In the wind and rain, hundreds of Chang'an city underworld figures gathered around to kill Lao Chao, the leader of the largest gang in Chang'an. However, facing this situation, Lao Chao remained calm and composed, looking around the group of heroes with a look of majesty. .

The crowd in the rainy night finally couldn't bear the humiliation of the other party who regarded Chang'an heroes as nothing, and after several discussions, they forced Mr. Meng of Nancheng to speak on behalf of them.

Although looking at Chunfengting Lao Chao at the moment is bound to lead to death, but to be honest, no one dares to be presumptuous in front of him until he sees Lao Chao close his eyes with his own eyes, and the same is true for Mr. Meng of Nancheng.

But at this time, Master Meng has the largest number of people and the most powerful forces. He is also the most suppressed by the Yulong Gang on weekdays. He can't be justified if he doesn't come forward.

"Unloading grain, moving warehouses, providing logistical support to the military, and guarding the perimeter of the Ministry of Households' warehouses. The most profitable secret jobs in the Tang Dynasty have all been occupied by your Yulong Gang over the past few years. You don't even use any clear soup to share the profits. Brothers, the Holy Emperor is on the throne, how can there be such a truth in this world?"

Mr. Meng from Nancheng looked at Lao Chao coldly and said coldly.

"You should know very well what it means to offend the public. In the past, all the brothers respected you because of the name of Chunfengting Laochao. However, now, the court is trying to deal with you, but you still can't get in, then you will Don’t blame us for being rude to you.”

The cultural level of people in the Jianghu has never been high, and they can only say these few words over and over again. In the early years of the old Dynasty, I had to personally come forward to negotiate with others. I am almost getting calluses from hearing such words.

Lao Chao stood under the umbrella, looked at Mr. Nancheng Meng who was talking eloquently, and smiled with a bit of disdain and contempt.

When Master Meng of Nancheng saw that he looked down upon him so much, his expression became extremely ugly. He slapped the crutch in his hand and shouted.

"The Yulong Gang is known as the Three Thousand Green Shirts, but you and I both know that the number of people who dare to become desperadoes for you is only about 200 at most. Now, your most capable brothers have all been suppressed by the nobles. In the Yulin Army’s Xiaoqi Camp, I want to see how you can escape tonight!”

Lao Chao looked at Master Meng's slightly twitching fat face and said extremely calmly.

"I'm in a good mood today. Let me answer your first question first. Whether it's grain delivery, warehouse transfer, or water transportation, I have been able to dominate these businesses for so many years. Naturally, I am qualified to dominate them. Whether it's you, Shunsuke, or Mao Uncle, you don’t have the ability to dominate these businesses, and even if these businesses are placed in front of you, you don’t dare to eat them.”

"You don't need to test whether I have any backup plans. I can tell you that none of the Chunfengting brothers will come here. Don't you think it's strange that Qi Laosi is not here? Don't be surprised. He and his brothers have already gone to your place. Home, I believe that at this time, Nancheng, Dongcheng, and your Uncle Cat’s foreign residence have begun to become uneasy.”

As these words resounded through the alley, the crowd in the rain suddenly became more commotion. They surrounded Lao Chao here and sent people to follow Lao Chao's whereabouts. Who would have thought that Lao Chao actually used himself as bait to lure the fish? All the remaining forces of the Dragon Gang were sent to their lair.

"No harm to my wife, children and home!"

The men of the city gate army changed their faces when they heard this, and shouted sharply.

"Lao Chao, you have gone too far!"