Tomb Raider: Villain System, Start with Umbrella Corporation

After he was released, Lao Yang's matter came to an end. He had no idea about the specific arrangements. After all, it involved commercial secrets and it was difficult for outsiders to find out. Anyway, he was clear about one thing now: as long as the money was in place, these people would be more effective than praying to gods.

Xiaohua didn't make the money listed on the invoice from her second uncle, but it was not a small amount either. It was equivalent to making back the cost of all the old goods that the Xie family had kept in the bottom of the box for decades.

The two desperate stars of the Nine Gates were in a good mood. Whenever Xiaohua came to Hangzhou, Wu Erbai's teahouse was a must-visit attraction. They didn't even go into the private rooms, but sat in the most conspicuous position in the hall. They had a pot of tea with unlimited refills, and drank it to recreate the feeling of the Typhoon Shelter back then.

Wu Xie shook his slippers, sipped the 20th cup of tea that had no color at all, and said to his second uncle who was passing by: "Second uncle, the quality of the tea in your teahouse is not as good as before."

Wu Erbai got a headache whenever he saw these two unlucky people. He investigated Erjing inside and out, but not only did he not find any clues, he didn't even have a chance to throw dirty water on them.

8 million yuan was taken away from him, but he was still grateful. He didn't know when his nephew started to get involved with him.

"Maybe the water quality is bad recently. Erjing, quickly change the pot of water for Xie Dangjia. Didn't you see leaves floating in it?"

"Second Master, don't rush." ​​Xiaohua stretched out her hand to stop the tea master's action. "The weather has been dry and irritable recently. This cup of tea is 'poor and white'. Just looking at it will make people calm down."

"The Nine Sects all say that Second Master's place is a fairyland hidden in the mortal world. I have seen it these few times."

Wuxie held back his laughter, Xiaohua's mouth was so poisonous that it was smoking. How could it not be peaceful? The goods were lost and they would surround their second uncle every day to ask for an explanation. They were blocking the door to their house. Who would come to the teahouse to pose?

Wu Erbai didn't want to argue with a junior, so he waved his hand, put the table back on, and left in a hurry.

After getting in the car, he covered his chest and felt a shuddering pain in his heart.

"Second Master, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Wu Erbai pressed it doubtfully, looked at the guy seriously, and said, "I feel bad."

"what?"

The guy didn't understand what he said and thought it was another of Wu Erbai's show-offs. He was just about to cooperate and get away with it, but then he heard the man who never repeated his words twice, start to explain for the first time.

"I feel bad for the plate of peanuts I gave them."

"What's wrong with peanuts?"

Wu Erbai didn't say anything, just waved his hand and closed his eyes.

The problem is the person. Not to mention the peanuts, even the shit produced by eating peanuts is enough to make Wu Erbai feel a pain in his kidneys when he just looks at it.

But he had to pay the money. Among the Nine Gates, the only two families still holding on were the Huo family with Huo Xiangu still around, and the Xie family. As long as he dealt with one of them, the rest would not be a problem.

At most, it will cause some trouble and temporary difficulties. When the plan succeeds, these people...

Wu Erbai looked at the people sitting in the main hall of his house, like a grasshopper in autumn, and a sense of pleasure emerged in his heart.

In the teahouse, Xiaohua and Wuxie drank for the whole morning before the fat man finally showed up.

"Look, look at these two gentlemen, they are prettier than flowers, making the whole teahouse look so unremarkable."

The fat man started teasing the two of them before his butt even touched the stool.

"Fatty, why did you come just now? I've already gone to the toilet four or five times."

"Hey~ It's not a good sign that you urinate frequently at such a young age. I know a buddy. Have you heard of the red-capped daffodil? I'll introduce him to you someday."

"Why did your old doctor give such a flirtatious name, like the name of Fengyuehua."

"Hey, who said he was an old Chinese doctor? He's a man, but he's very romantic."

"If you don't claim to love what you do, how come you know everyone?"

"You are wrongly accusing me." The fat man was startled by the scalding water. "Damn it, isn't it always plain water? Why is it hot tea this time?"

Wuxie rolled his eyes, too lazy to argue with him. It was always tea, but this guy always came too late.

"My friend is also a thief. He does that part-time. He just expanded into the rich women business and his business is booming."

"Cough cough cough..." When Xie Yuchen suddenly heard these words, the tea in his mouth almost spit out and he coughed violently.

"No... Sister Hua, what happened to you?" The fat man, along with the stool, floated out of the splashing range like a bouncy ball, and then looked at her suspiciously.

"Hear of him? Know him?" While coughing, the fat man made more and more outrageous guesses.

"Could it be that you two are in that kind of client relationship? Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't realize that. Mr. Hua, it's OK..."

"Stop talking nonsense. I don't know this person, but I'm familiar with this name."

After Xiaohua said this, Wuxie also remembered the old stories of the Old Nine Gates. It was said that Er Yuehong had a unique skill. After the girl died, Er Ye lingered in places of brothels. This story came from the brothels. It was said that the waist skills were unparalleled in the world, which made people obsessed and unable to stop. This was also the reason why Er Ye was so popular in the brothels.

"Is this true? The red flower in February is the red daffodil. Is there any saying about the red-topped daffodil?"

Wuxie asked in a skeptical tone, and the fat man twisted his body and came closer, speaking mysteriously.

"My buddy said that the red-capped daffodil is." He pointed obscenely at the bottom and said, "Describing the appearance, he mainly relies on his waist. Isn't this a bit similar to what the second master did back then?"

Two pairs of sharp eyes stared at the opposite side. Hua Ye was wearing a neat suit and holding the cup in one hand. He didn't pay any attention to the two of them. After less than 30 seconds, the fat man felt like a nail was stuck in his butt.

"Xiaohua, the Second Master gave you a lot of treasures back then, and I heard that he passed that on to you as well." His fat face was filled with an extremely wretched expression, and he asked sinisterly, "Is it true?"

Xiaohua put down the teacup, squinted her eyes and looked at the fat man, then looked at Wuxie: "Do you want to see it?"

"hey-hey"

The two wretched men exchanged glances and the rumor was confirmed, it was definitely true.

"Boss, there is an unsigned letter."

Outside the door, Wang Meng suddenly appeared and handed over a clean envelope.

He opened it and didn't even take a second look at it, then folded it back and put it back in its original shape.

"What's wrong?" The fat man asked happily, "You look like you saw some eye-catching nude photos."

Wuxie pouted and glanced at him, "About the same."

"Lao Yang's letter from northern Myanmar contained 10 curse words out of 11. Fortunately, the pyramid scheme organization confiscated his phone, otherwise I would have reported him by real name."

"Aren't you curious about what he wrote?"

Xiaohua looked at Wuxie with admiration. How could this wild civet in the melon field be able to endure it?

Wuxie smiled strangely, "Hehe, some things are better left unknown."

Warehouse 11 was completely unsealed today, and all the things inside were moved out, leaving only an empty factory for his good second uncle. Now that they had the money, their actions came to an end. Wuxie felt the sky was clear and the air was fresh, as if his whole life had changed.

"Why do I always feel like I've forgotten something?"

Beijing Crescent Hotel

Zhang Rishan sat in front of a red sandalwood desk with carved details, his hands crossed, looking ahead in deep thought at the two coffins that filled up the entire space.

"Old man, please give me some rules on how to deal with this."

Yin Nanfeng, dressed in a cheongsam, was half leaning against the door frame, her fingers touching the coffin, which she had personally delivered to Warehouse No. 11 not long ago.

"I said let's just shoot it, do you agree?"

Zhang Rishan wanted to curse so much that he almost wanted to. The Buddha didn't know his situation, and he definitely couldn't enter the Zhang family's ancient building. Moreover, they didn't allow cremation. What could he do?

"Haha." Yin Nanfeng laughed disdainfully. "With your Buddha's corpse, you can't even earn enough money to buy tea."

"Maybe..." Zhang Rishan asked tentatively, "Have you heard of the cadaver teacher?"