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Chapter 332 Do You Want To Get Rich

Dim light.

The shivering old man was still begging for mercy in a low voice.

The dark figure from the back became more gloomy under the dim light of the oil lamp.

The old man was still nodding his head to the ground, his forehead had already been scratched, and drops of blood were all over his face.

The man in the cloak has no sympathy, or rather, no humanity.

He stepped fiercely on the straw mat in front of the old man, sneered and stretched out his hand to gesture:

"Remember, these paper figurines must be tied properly, and the stomach must hold such a long gun—"

"From all directions outside, you must not see that there is a gun hidden inside, understand?!"

The more Qilan thought about it, the more strange it became.Don't do trivial things, but still make so many big paper men with guns in their stomachs in one go, there must be some ulterior secrets behind them.

Not to mention that this person is in such a hurry, even if a dozen people come to help catch up with the work now, ten paper figurines the size of real people can't be made in one night.

He forgot the cold, let the north wind blow the corners of his clothes, and stood still.

"I shouldn't have intervened in this matter, but when things have come to this point, we must not just watch the innocent old couple being killed by unknown people."

The old man suddenly raised his head, glanced towards the door, moved his mouth a few times, and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the sharp-eyed old woman with a wink.

Qilan immediately understood.

The old man is really a pitiful person, there must be something to hate, it's all for this, and he still wants to drag him, a bystander, into the water with him.

The old woman is much kinder-hearted, and she doesn't want to hurt a junior who has come to the store to take shelter from the wind, risking being discovered by bad guys, and not allowing her wife to betray him.

However, the man in the cloak turned around at this moment, and walked a few steps along the place the old man had just seen.

The dull sound of the leather soles rubbing against the wooden boards on the ground was getting closer.

Qilan gathered himself together, wrapped the gun in his arms inside, covered the dagger in his trouser pocket with the hem of his clothes, and stood up boldly.

What was seen head-on was a black mask, revealing a pair of fierce eyes and a hole in the nose for breathing.

But the skin around the eyes is tight, and although most of the face is hidden by the mask, it can be seen that the person is not more than 30 years old.

Seeing Qilan appear from the side of the paper figurine, he was secretly surprised for a moment.

Immediately, he took out a long knife and swung it within half a foot of his neck.

"What are you doing?"

"I am a little apprentice from the paper making shop in the street next door, and I'm here to ask for some biscuits."

The knife in the cloak almost touched the aorta of his neck, cold and hard.

With just one swipe, his blood can be drained instantly.

Qilan took a deep breath, forcing herself to restrain and calm down.

"Excuse me, my lord, I really came here to beg for sesame seed cakes. I'm so hungry, and the food given by the boss is not oily."

The old man stood there with his mouth wide open.

This kid is afraid that there is something wrong with his brain?Obviously the old lady wants to protect you, but she sent it to her head herself?

But the old lady understood what he meant, and quickly got up and went to the back of the table to bring a bamboo basket covered with a cloth.

"Son. It's too late today, there are only three, let's eat them all for you!"

Qilan immediately made a pitiful look of being hungry, and swallowed desperately:
"Thank you mother-in-law, thank you mother-in-law, I only need two!"

The man raised his foot and kicked him fiercely, and took the knife back without hesitation.

"That's all you've got! You don't necessarily like hard biscuit dogs, and they look like they're eating big fish and meat!"

He touched the three cakes given by the old woman and bit into them until the sesame seeds flew off.

The young man in front of him was filthy and addicted to chewing sesame seed cakes.

The man in the cloak believed his words, came up and ordered:
"You ate the biscuits, so you have to stay here and make paper figurines for me with the old guys, understand?"

"If you dare to be lazy, I will stab you with a single knife, just like a bamboo stick piercing a paper figurine, fast and crisp."

Qilan stopped chewing, and the half-bitten biscuits rolled to her feet.

He picked it up and continued to chew, trembling.

"I can do it, but, but I can't do it well"

The man yelled: "If you can't tie it well, you have to tie it, or you will die!"

He nodded and begged in a crying voice:

"I understand, Guanye, you let the second elder continue to rush to work. I will take you to see my master. He and the others haven't slept for a long time, so he can get up and work. How can two shops work better than one shop quick."

This sentence is exactly what the other party wants to hear.

"Say it earlier, wouldn't you be scared to death?"

While laughing, he put a knife on Qilan's neck viciously.

"Just lead me the way, don't cheat, and don't try to escape!"

The old couple looked at their backs with trepidation.

The old woman's face was full of worries, and the old man, already slumped on the ground panting for breath, couldn't even care about it.

Qilan was not afraid.The paper man was not tied properly, and this guy couldn't communicate with his superiors, so at most it was just to scare him, and he wouldn't kill him before he did his work.

He thought about finding an opportunity to kill the cloaked man on the way as soon as possible, and then escaped to find Shi'an.

The news on Qijiang's side depends entirely on Shi'an's help to find out, and of course, the sooner this unplanned matter is done, the better.

They walked awkwardly for about a hundred meters, and they reached the side of the spacious road.

With the light of the street lamp, Qilan could clearly see the signboard of Li Ji Tailor Shop and Qin Feng's black car.

"How long has he been in here, why hasn't he left?"

"Could it be that Shi'an was controlled by him?!"

He regretted it a little.

He really shouldn't have underestimated Qin Feng, let alone overestimated his own ability. At this juncture, he dared to split his mind and draw his sword to help in the face of injustice.

Qilan's pace quickened unknowingly.

"what are you doing!"

He was punched hard on the shoulder.

"Officer, I'm afraid I'll go back late and the master has closed the door. It will take a lot of work to wake them up. I can't waste your time."

The cloaked one chuckled:
"I think you're quite sensible."

"What's the point of making paper figurines and paper flowers for a lifetime? Do you want to make a fortune together?"

"Get rich?" Qilan blinked with interest, and bowed flatteringly:
"I've been stupid since I was a child, as long as I can eat enough to eat."

"Very good," the man in the cloak picked his collar with the tip of a knife, "you can get things done tonight, and you can leave with me tomorrow."

"We have an important operation tomorrow, and we are short of people. You can come and see the world."

Qilan recalled the conversation of those soldiers who eavesdropped outside the operating room.

How could there be such a coincidence?
The soldiers also have an escort task tomorrow, and they are worried that someone will be robbed on the road.

Could it be that the person who is forcing him to walk with a knife is someone from the robbery organization?
(End of this chapter)