Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

Wu Fuqian disappeared, and when Yang Ming and the others returned to the house, the bamboo bed Wu Fuqian was lying on was actually empty.

Yang Ming froze in place at first, but felt something was wrong after a long while. He looked at the bed and said to the people behind him, "Did you hear any strange sounds just now?"

"No, I was only focused on dealing with that master just now, and everyone didn't hear or pay attention." The people behind looked at each other and said doubtfully.

"Head Yang, could it be that Chen Xiao and Wuyou colluded together, and when we were duel, Chen Xiao took the gang leader out to hide?" Suddenly someone suggested.

"Then we just let them go, didn't we?" Yang Ming thought, turned around immediately and ran out of the house.

Thin clouds wandered among the mountains, and there were occasional strange bird calls in the air. Everything was so silent. Yang Ming looked into the distance and murmured: "It seems that this time the gang leader was really thrown away." gone."

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Yan Qiaotian did not reject Mingling, nor did he go to Parallel Mountain. Since he left Jinan that night, he has been walking in the rivers and lakes. He has too many doubts about Wu Fugan. He always said that there are many people in the rivers and lakes The enemies, but apart from Ye Cheng from Qingxiangmen and Chunfenglou, Yan Qiaotian has never seen other enemies seeking revenge. Could it be that those people don't know that he is the leader of the Fenglei Gang?

On this day, Yan Qiaotian came to Hangzhou, a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters. There is the largest gang in the south—the Qiang Gang. Although Yan Qiaotian has never dealt with these people, he has heard of them more than once, so he entered Before entering the city, he specially dressed up, not for anything else, he just wanted to find out the news as soon as possible.

The Qiang Gang has almost monopolized all the white and underworld businesses in Jiangnan. Their leader, Jin Fugui, has almost no rivals in the Jiangnan area. This is also the most important reason why the Qiang Gang can gain a firm foothold in Jiangnan.

Yan Qiaotian thought that this gang should be the only gang that can be compared with their Qingyun Club in the world today. Wu Fuqian once said that his crimes and the strength of the Qingyun Club are not comparable to the gang.

Yan Qiaotian pretended to be a beggar and walked into the city. As expected, the people here are rich and prosperous, and there are noisy shops along the street. It is now noon, and those restaurants are full of people, eating and drinking, making a lot of noise.

Yan Qiaotian sat down in front of the biggest restaurant, because he hadn't showered for several days, so he was called to the backyard by the waiter as soon as he sat down.

The waiter shouted to a man who looked like a chef in the backyard: "Uncle Xiang, it looks like he is from out of town, and the shopkeeper asked you to prepare some food for him, so that we don't always have to block us from doing business at the door."

Uncle Xiang was about 40 years old, and he was sweating profusely sticking his head out from the back of the kitchen and said: "Okay."

During these days when Yan Qiaotian was wandering outside, winter has quietly gone away, and there is more spring breath in the air, and the breath of Hangzhou is even stronger. People feel a little drowsy.

And this uncle Xiang has been standing in front of the table, so he naturally feels hotter than ordinary people. He stared at Yan Qiaotian for a long time, and then he came out of the kitchen and said with a smile: "Young man, why are you so young?" Are you ready for dinner?"

Yan Qiaotian shrank her head in embarrassment, and said, "The sewing disaster at home is almost dead, what else can I do if I don't beg for food?"

"Hey, there are jobs everywhere in Hangzhou to support yourself. As long as you work hard, are you afraid that you won't be able to support your own mouth?" Uncle Xiang sat down, took out a dry pipe from behind, and was about to light it. , Yan Qiaotian immediately stepped forward and quickly ordered it for him.

Uncle Xiang looked at Yan Qiaotian with a satisfied smile and said, "Hey, he is a shrewd boy, do you want to make money?"

"Uncle Xiang has a chance to introduce?" Yan Qiaotian asked excitedly.

"Yes, our Yuanfu building is short of a kitchen handyman. I think you have good eyesight. I will tell the shopkeeper tomorrow that you can come to help. Although the money is not much, it is still worth it. It can keep you from getting hungry for three meals." Uncle Xiang knocked on the bags under his eyes and said.

"Then thank you, Uncle Xiang, give me a chance." Yan Qiaotian bent down again and walked to Uncle Xiang, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Xiang has been here in Yuanfulou for a long time, right? Otherwise, how could the shopkeeper Do you listen to me?"

"Speaking out scares you to death. I was in this garden when I was 13 years old. At that time, I was not the current shopkeeper. It was just that after I changed the shopkeeper, he also liked my dishes, so I stayed. "Uncle Xiang sighed softly after finishing speaking, "Oh, it's been 30 years in a flash."

Yan Qiaotian got the answer he wanted, and the smile on his face was even bigger: "Then Xiaolang still has a lot to learn from Uncle Xiang."

"Your name is Xiaolang, um, good name." Uncle Xiang finished smoking the dry pipe, pinned it behind his back again, then stood up, patted Yan Qiaotian on the shoulder and said, "Wait, I'll get you something first Eat, you will have the strength to do things when you are full."

"Then Xiao Lang will thank Uncle Xiang." Yan Qiaotian had an innocent face, so who would doubt his identity?

Yan Qiaotian settled down in Yuanfulou. He would go back to the place where he lived with Uncle Xiang every night after cleaning up. Uncle Xiang was kind-hearted and willing to provide him with accommodation. In addition, he ate at Yuanfulou, so Yan Qiao Tian doesn't care about the wages anymore, after all, his goal is not money.

This night, Yan Qiaotian and the others finished packing relatively early, so when they returned to Uncle Xiang's residence, they hadn't arrived yet, so Uncle Xiang couldn't sleep and took Yan Qiaotian to sit in the yard to drink.

Yan Qiaotian was not very good at drinking, and he always felt that drinking was wrong, so he politely declined Xiangshu's invitation. He just sat next to Xiangshu and poured wine for him, while chatting with him about the past years in Hangzhou. Of course, there is money to help.

"Uncle Xiang, when I went out to buy vegetables in the morning, I heard someone talking about something called the Money Gang. What is the Money Gang? Are they very good?" Yan Qiaotian asked innocently.

Uncle Xiang finished drinking a glass of wine, then put it heavily on the table next to him, sighed and said, "Oh, the Money Gang, it's the Money Gang again, and no one has been able to deal with them in the past few years. Fu Lou needs protection fees, alas, the last shopkeeper of my Yuan Fu Lou bought the restaurant because he couldn't bear the trouble."

"Are they so bad?" Yan Qiaotian's expression darkened, and he asked nervously, "Why haven't I seen them before?"

"You've only been here for a few days. This Yuanfulou can be regarded as the largest restaurant in the city, and I heard that the shopkeeper has a good relationship with the magistrate. So, after all, the money gang wants to give some face." Uncle pushed away Yan Qiaotian's already full wine glass, looked around mysteriously, then lowered his voice and said, "Actually, a few years ago, the Money Gang was secretly engaged in by someone, but that person disappeared later. It's over."