On the day I left school, I knocked all the relatives in the hospital to death

The expression on Uncle Wu's face was very rich.

He was stunned at first, then his eyes widened, and he pointed at me with a trembling hand.

"You bastard!"

Uncle Wu roared, suddenly glanced in the direction of Zhang Lingchuan, and swallowed hard.

Then he grunted like a big cock.

Zhang Lingchuan turned his head and asked me calmly: "Have you met Uncle Wu before?"

I had no choice but to answer truthfully: "While I was waiting for you, our Uncle Wu wanted to cheat me out of my money. When I got angry, I kicked him into the wheat field."

Uncle Wu was so angry that he blew his nose and glared: "It's his grandma's fault. I have been in the industry for so long, and this is the first time I have been kicked by someone. My surname is Zhang, you are a good apprentice!"

Zhang Lingchuan just smiled and did not answer any more words.

Uncle Wu groaned for a while, then opened the door and welcomed us in.

"Mr. Zhang, I know you are here to settle accounts with me this time."

"But you also know that our profession never cares about friendship, we only care about this -"

After saying that, he folded his index finger and thumb together and made a money gesture.

"If you really want to trouble me because Jiang Shichen deceived you, then you don't follow the rules of the world. Be careful of me badmouthing you in the circle."

I almost rolled my eyes when I heard this.

I have never heard of it. In any industry, the rule is to betray one's partners without loyalty.

But Zhang Lingchuan didn't say anything at the side, so it was naturally inconvenient for me, the guy, to interrupt.

Zhang Lingchuan didn't care about his words. Instead, he put his arms around his shoulders and took him into the house.

"Uncle Wu has been in this business for so many years, so he is considered a veteran."

"I came here because I want to make a fortune with you."

When Uncle Wu, who was originally looking unhappy, heard this, his face became interested.

"How do you get rich? Tell me."

Zhang Lingchuan pulled me and sat down on the sofa.

He didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, and just made tea there by himself.

Zhang Lingchuan brought a cup of hot tea to Uncle Wu: "I heard that the man named Jiang has dug a lot of graves recently. Otherwise, you can sell me the information about the graves he selected."

Uncle Wu drank the tea in one gulp and spurted it out the next second.

"Zhang Lingchuan, I said you don't want me to live, right?"

"Who is the Jiang family? Can I afford to offend them?"

"Damn it, I knew you were a bad guy, why are you here to plot against me? Get the hell out of here!"

Uncle Wu was so anxious that he cursed loudly, but Zhang Lingchuan sat on the sofa and remained motionless.

When Uncle Wu was tired of scolding and wanted to pick up the broom to drive people away, Zhang Lingchuan put down the teacup, raised his head and said to him.

"You pick out three tombs at random, and we'll give you a [-]-[-] share of what you bring out."

Uncle Wu's movements paused, and his eyes suddenly looked at us with a bit of kindness.

He put down the broom with some embarrassment and rubbed his hands cheerfully: "My nephew, I was a little impulsive just now."

"Then what, what did you just say, please tell me in detail?"

The corners of Zhang Lingchuan's mouth curved: "Uncle Wu, as I just said, as long as you tell me the three tombs that Jiang Shichen has chosen, I will find someone to dig out the contents first. When the time comes, the contents of the tombs will be revealed. Utensils, naturally you are indispensable."

Uncle Wu hesitated.

Zhang Lingchuan continued: "Don't you, in this industry, only care about money and not friendship?"

"If you think about it carefully, Jiang Shichen bought information from you, but he never refused to give you any more money."

"It's different for me. There are people here who go to the grave to do it. You don't have to worry about setting up the pot. By then, the man named Jiang won't blame you for this."

"You, the old man, can get money easily while sitting at home. How cool it is."

Uncle Wu squinted his eyes and looked at Zhang Lingchuan for a few seconds.

"With your stubborn temper, Zhang Lingchuan, are you willing to give me money?"

Zhang Lingchuan lowered his head and chuckled: "You provide the information, and I will get the goods. We are a cooperative relationship."

Uncle Wu's brows immediately relaxed.

"I do know that Jiang Shichen has been gathering people to support him recently."

"He has made a lot of money by reselling artifacts over the years."

"Damn, after being poor for so many years, it's my turn to make a lot of money. However, Zhang, you have to create a note for me and write it down on it. I will definitely get a share of everything that comes out of the tomb! "

Zhang Lingchuan tipped the finished tea cup upside down on the table: "Deal!"

After coming out of Uncle Wu's house, I asked Zhang Lingchuan: "Are we really going to give Uncle Wu a share of the things dug out from this tomb?"

Zhang Lingchuan stuffed the maps into his pocket and nodded nonchalantly.

"I said I'd give him a share, so a man keeps his word."

I bowed my head and said, wondering in my heart when this piece of skin became so generous.

Unexpectedly, he laughed cunningly the next second.

"After the two strong men finish their duel, we will let the news out about Uncle Wu selling the map. Whether Jiang Shichen will settle the score with him then is none of my business."

After hearing this, I slowly turned my head and gave Zhang Lingchuan a thumbs up.

I knew that Zhang Lingchuan was no saint.

If he was tricked like this, he would definitely get his place back.

When we returned to Funeral Street again, it was already afternoon.

The second strongman was staying in the shop. As soon as he saw us, he got up and came over to greet us.

"You two are finally back!"

"In the morning, someone came to see Brother Lingchuan and said it was urgent."

Zhang Lingchuan took me to unload the goods, and he shouted loudly for everyone to come out and get the supplies.

After dealing with this pile of things, he turned to the second strongman and asked: "Who is looking for me?"

Erqiang was stunned for a moment, seeming to be trying to remember.

"It seems to say, the surname is Zhao? What is Zhao and what is Long?"

I blurted out: "Zhao Longcheng?"

Er Qiangzi nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, it is this Zhao Longcheng who sent someone to pick up brother Lingchuan, saying that he asked for help in an emergency."

I turned to look at Zhang Lingchuan: "Is this a scam?"

He blew out a smoke ring, his eyes drifted into the distance, and he left me one word: "Yes."

I grinned: "Are we still going?"

"go with!"

Zhang Lingchuan grinned his big white teeth and said, "I just don't have much money these days, so I'll look for my good big brother to fight against the autumn wind."

Then, he took out several maps from his arms.

"These are some fat tombs nearby. If you have the ability, you can use your own ability to go down and get some good stuff."

Er Qiangzi took the pieces of paper gratefully, with tears flashing in his eyes.

"Brother Lingchuan, why are you serious..."

I smiled and patted his shoulder: "My boss always keeps his word, so just keep it in check."

"By the way, I have to explain the situation to you first. Jiang Shichen is interested in these tombs. If you cut off his hair, I'm afraid he will settle the score with you."

Er Qiang bitterly put the map into his pocket: "He is using the lives of us native masters to feed his corpse. It doesn't matter if we cut him off a few times!"

"Two benefactors, I will go first!"

"I'll come back to you when I dig up some good stuff."

After we said our goodbyes, the two heroes quickly left Funeral Street.

At this time, Zhang Lingchuan answered the phone and pulled me into the car.

"Lingchuan, are you done?"

"Come to my place quickly. I have lost something very important and I need your help!"