Mad Son-in-law

Zan Xichuan looked at the wine that Wang Jie poured on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "The little gentleman is really a man of temperament. This wine is a noble thing. In ancient times, toasts were talkative, a cup of respect for the heavens and the earth, and two cups for ghosts and gods. Observe, three cups of respect to Gaotang’s best friend, and the remaining years of bitterness can only respect yourself, you even respect that old gang shell!"

"If you want me to say so!" Zhang Dabiao said, "Brother Jie, you didn't give them a chance, but they insisted on dying again and again. Liu Tianyang is purely responsible for his own sake, and there is more to his death."

Wang Jie smiled and said: "The heavens and the earth are lofty, the ghosts and gods are nowhere, the gods are gone, the best friends are at the table, it is not a good idea to toast a cup to the enemy. Everyone has to grow up, without people like Liu Tianyang forcing me, I will not be where I am today! "

"Well said!" Zan Xichuan said with a toast: "If you don't think twice, you will have regrets. People can bear and worry about themselves. The young man has a foresight, and the future can be expected."

"Okay, I said fake masters, we can be considered acquaintances, you don't have to flatter me!" Wang Jie smiled: "It's you, sir. Although you are a scornful face, you see money openly, and you smile when you see it, but I always feel that, The nourishment that you can live in this cloud city is definitely not just relying on scams and abductions!"

"Haha, what do you say, little brother?" Zan Xichuan drank and laughed.

Wang Jie said sternly: "The ancients said that many people in the mortal world have magical powers. You can approve the yin and yang to break the five elements, you can see the sun and the moon in your palm, you can measure the feng shui and investigate the Liuhe, you can take the universe in the sleeve. The world knows everything about yin and yang. The life and death of gossip is clear. The sky is like thunder, and you know the past lives of this life; the gods are like electricity, see through the mortal world. Could it be the same for Mr. Zan?"

Zan Xichuan watched Wang Jie hold back for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled: "If this is the case, then I am still a mortal person! As for me, hehe, I'm just traveling the rivers and lakes and eating food. As for the Xiang Gua method, If you believe in it, there will be nothing if you don’t believe it. I can talk freely when I meet a beloved person, and I don’t have to mention the typeface when I meet a bad person. If I can drink, I might be willing to visit more times..."

"Wait for the words of Mr.!" Wang Jie said solemnly: "If Mr. Zan doesn't dislike it, Mao, Liang, Chun, Jiao, Fen, Feng, Dong, Jing, the eight famous wines, I can provide them every day and have the opportunity to meet How about my visit to Yancheng?"

Zan Xichuan smiled and said, "Little brother, do you want to accept me as an assistant? Hehe, my price is not cheap, I want wine, money, and girls!"

"I have one leg, Wang Jie, what kind of staff are you talking about!" Wang Jie said seriously, "I'm talking about brothers. If Mr. Zan doesn't mind, we should be considered as brothers. I said the wine, I have enough money, I have the money, and I don’t like it either, it’s mine and yours. As for girls, I can’t guarantee this. What I’m most annoying about is forcing women. But if Mr. Zan has the ability, as long as people are willing to talk to you, three-five beauties, seven or eight confidantes, I Do you mind."

Zan Xichuan smiled and toasted: "I heard that Yancheng Migui is expensive, if I have a chance, I really want to go and see..."

Zhang Dabiao understood that Zan Xichuan's words meant that he had promised to help Wang Jie. However, so far, he still hasn't seen the real ability of this lewd and greedy fake master. Wang Jie said that observing words and observing colors is the ability, but can he only rely on observing words and observing colors to enter the eyes of Wang Jie?

"Hey? Brother Jie, do you think that man looks like Lin Huang who is very good at fighting?" When several people talked about Xing Zhengnong, Zhang Dabiao suddenly turned his face and pointed along the window in the private room.

Wang Jie got up and took a look. The man sitting in the corner outside holding half a newspaper was really Lin Huang.

Lin Huang today is very different from the past. He changed his sloppy and sloppy image and wore very clean denim and shirts. However, the clothes were newly bought at first glance. They did not fit well and looked a little strange. There is only a plate of peanuts in front of me. A plate of cold dishes is considered to be a drink, but instead of asking for wine, I ordered a glass of Coke...

"This buddy is not picking up waste products to make money today!" Zhang Dabiao joked: "Brother Jie, don't you always want to talk to him? Do you want me to ask him to come in and sit down?"

Wang Jie shook his head and frowned, "Don't disturb him, he seems to be waiting for someone."

"Huh? How did you know?" Zhang Dabiao asked puzzled.

Before Wang Jie spoke, Zan Xichuan smiled and said, "It's not easy? His newspaper is obviously old, and only half of it. The header should be a daily newspaper. Think about it, who would read it in a pub if there is nothing wrong with it. Daily? Besides his clothes, jeans are quite casual, but the top is work clothes, not like clothes for eating in a tavern. This shows that he bought a piece of clothes temporarily just to come in for a decent meal. Also. With his demeanor, he pretends to drink Coke from time to time, but his eyes glance around. This is obviously waiting for someone, and I don’t want the other person to find out. The last two dishes he ordered, with a bottle of Erguotou, are almost the same , But he was accompanied by a bottle of Coke... In a word, how do you look like it's stalking."

Wang Jiechao Zhang Dabiao raised his chin and said with a smile: "Have you heard? This is what you can do."

Zhang Dabiao scratched his head and muttered: "This buddy is really mysterious. He picks up tatters, enters the martial arts hall, wanders on the street, and secret agents hide in the tavern. What does he do? It's Meite Japanese traitor!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Wang Jie said solemnly: "Stare, according to his attitude, I think this kid is going to be a big ticket today..." After finishing speaking, he asked the little blind boy: "Prince, hurry up." Eating, if there is something for a while, just wait here, don’t move..."

The three of them just drank the wine while looking at Lin Huang outside.

Gradually, there were more and more people in the tavern, almost full.

Through Lin Huang's gaze, Wang Jie finally locked the two men sitting in the darkest place.

Not long after the two men sat down, they only ordered two beers, talked with each other, and glanced around vigilantly from time to time.

"Master Zan, what do you think these two grandsons do?"

Zan Xichuan squinted his eyes, examined it for a few seconds, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it should be a meat seller and a skater!"

"The meat seller? The skater?" Zhang Dabiao asked in surprise: "Does this meat seller have anything to do with the skater?"

Wang Jie was speechless and whispered to Zhang Dabiao. These words are all black words on the Tao. Those who sell meat are actually selling poison...

"Ah, drug trading?" Zhang Dabiao almost shouted, covering his mouth.

At this time, the short hair of the two men took out a cigarette, and passed one indifferently. This man has a pointed mouse face and his eyes are alert, like a nocturnal mouse!

The long-haired one took it, didn't light it, but sniffed the cigarette in front of his nose, and then nodded gently.

The short hair snorted, looked around again, and finally took out the cigarette case in his pocket and handed it underground along the table.

The two looked at each other and smiled, secretly proud, but they just held hands together, suddenly a figure flew over and kicked the long-haired man out with a snap, and at the same time raised his hand to hold the short-haired man. 'S hand, coldly shouted: "Bat, you can't run..."