What is the Richest Man in Halongmen?

"What? Uncle Zhang, what did you say?"

The guards officer suddenly became anxious.

"Oh, don't tell your dad that it was me, or he'll blame me again."

"Uncle Zhang, don't worry..."

After all, the guards officer glanced at Mingdu and hesitated.

"Liangzi, do you have a mission?"

Seemingly seeing the operator's entanglement, Uncle Zhang took the initiative to ask.

"Yes, my boss asked me to take him to the slum to eat something good."

The guards officer answered truthfully.

"That's it? That's easy to handle. Uncle Zhang, I am also a local snake in the slum. You can leave this kind of trivial matter to me. You can go back and see your father."

Zhang Bo slapped his chest loudly.

Chapter 48 Respect the old and love the young (except someone)

The guards officer looked at Mingdu again.

"I see, let's go, your dad is still waiting for you."

Mingdu also smiled and nodded at him: "Don't let the old man wait too long. By the way, bring my blessings and wish him a speedy recovery."

"Thank you."

The guards officer expressed his thanks to Mingdu, and then hurriedly walked in a certain direction.

"Young man, come and follow me."

Zhang Bo looked at Mingdu and said with a smile: "Don't look at our slums, but when it comes to food, the whole Longmen still has to look at the slums..."

Mingdu nodded in agreement.

With that, Uncle Zhang took Mingdu and walked into the alley.

"Why are you going in here?"

Mingdu asked.

"Of course it's closer here."

Zhang Bo rambled and said: "The best food in the slums is fish balls, beef offal and vermicelli. What do you want to eat? Liangzi's favorite is the fish balls from Lao He's family. He used to leave school when he was a child. At that time, I would go to Lao He's house every day to buy fish balls to eat."

"Then fish balls, I'll listen to you."

Mingdu followed Zhang Bo.

At this time, Mingdu noticed that Uncle Zhang's hands seemed to be shaking a little.

"Your hand?"

Mingdu asked curiously.

"my hand?"

Uncle Zhang glanced at his trembling hands, and laughed: "Oh, it made the young people laugh. A little injury left when I was young... The older I get, the more serious it is."

Saying that, he stretched out another hand, as if to hold down the trembling hand.But it was shaking more and more.

"Smiled, let the young people laugh."

He repeated the sentence with a wry smile.

He turned his head and glanced at Mingdu, who was a little distance from him, raised his eyebrows, and his eyes flashed brightly: "Why, I am so far away from the old man, because I am afraid that the old man will take you into the alley to rob you on purpose? "

As he spoke, he stretched out his shaking hand: "Look at my hand, let alone a crossbow, I can't even hold a dagger. Why is it bad for you? Besides, we are poor, but Not so poor that even benevolence, righteousness, integrity and shame are forgotten."

Mingdu smiled: "No, I'm just thinking, it would be better if I help you."

"Help me, I'm not old enough to die."

"Always respect the old man. My right hand is also injured, so I can only use my left hand to support you."

Mingdu stepped forward and supported Uncle Zhang: "Where are you going? Uncle Zhang."

"Ahead, turn left."

"it is good."

Ming didn't ask much, just supported him and walked in a certain direction.

"Young man, have you dealt with the injury on your hand? Don't leave the root of the disease like the old man did. If you don't pay attention when you are young, it will leave the root of the disease when you are old."

"It's been dealt with, I was a doctor's assistant for a while. There's nothing wrong with dealing with this kind of wound."

"That's good, how did you get hurt?"

"I shot myself in the arm."

Mingdu replied.

Zhang Bo was stunned for a while, then laughed: "You kid, you are also an interesting guy, are you entertaining my old guy?"