At this time, there was a sudden sound of fighting in the yard.
When we opened the door and took a look, we saw several store clerks being thrown to the ground and seriously injured.
A young man with a cigar in his mouth walked in from outside, followed by a group of thugs.
He glanced at us and asked with a characteristic ruffian air of a bastard family: "Where is my grandpa?"
Qin Siyan frowned, opened his tie and stepped forward: "Young Master Wang, this is Yiyuanzhai's place, please come back."
The little bastard had the same character as his grandfather.
He didn't like to look at people with a straight face.
He blew out a puff of smoke, pointed at Qin Si and said, "Here, take care of it."
When Fatty and I saw that this was about to start a fight, the anger we had been holding in for a long time finally found a place to vent.
The two of them yelled, and before the grandsons understood what was going on, they picked up the broom bench and smashed it together. past.
Speaking of this group of bodyguards, what they usually do is to bully good and fear evil.
It has probably been a long time since we encountered such desperate tactics as Fatty and I.
We suffered a lot of injuries after one round, but It was even worse on their side, one of them had fainted with the color hanging on his head.
I originally thought that Qin Siyan was going to suffer a loss, but I didn't expect that this scholar was quite stubborn.
He and the little bastard fought from the patio to the front hall, and they rolled into a ball on the ground.
As the saying goes, a good person can be bullied and a good horse can be ridden by others.
To deal with such scum, you have to fight hard with them.
The clerks in the store were infected by our enthusiasm, and they all picked up the guy and started fighting with the group of fierce-looking bodyguards.
"You guys are making nonsense, please stop it."
The old bastard roared like a lion, and our eardrums were almost deafened by him.
The fat man covered his ears and cursed: "This old man is a donkey, and his voice is too loud."
I opened my mouth and said to him: "This is internal martial arts.
It seems that the old bastard is a master practitioner."
The little bastard was being pinned to the ground by Qin Siyan for a good beating.
When he saw his grandfather coming, he hurriedly called for help.
Qin Si glanced at Old Man Wang, sneered, got up, and tied his tie back.
When the old bastard saw his reactionary troops being beaten to a pulp by the broad masses of the people, his face turned green with anger.
Fatty and I gave a thumbs up secretly and both felt that this battle was very well done.
The old bastard laughed angrily, walked up to me and said, "Okay, okay, you are indeed a good apprentice for the old ghost.
Hmm, I want to see how you find the Overlord Seal."
After saying that, he picked up his turtle Grandson's ears are out the door.
I asked Uncle Xue what the Overlord's Seal was, but he didn't answer us.
He just said that a hero comes from a young age, and praised me for having the same demeanor as Mr.
Sang.
Qin Siyan picked up the glasses from the ground and said with a smile: "You two are very capable.
I am afraid that the person named Wang has never been so disrespected by anyone in his life."
I wiped the blood from my face and said it was all trivial.
When Fatty and I were suppressing bandits in the mountains, it was a real tough battle.
Compared with the bandits on the mountain, these young soldiers are still young.
After a night of commotion, we didn't even have time to eat, and the fat man screamed that he was starving to death.
My stomach also growled unsatisfactorily.
Uncle Xue patted his head, apologized profusely, and immediately asked the kitchen to prepare a table of meals.
Before the banquet started, Uncle Xue offered Mr.
Sang a stick of incense.
Older people are easily excited, so he almost cried after saying a few words.
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I looked at the table full of chicken, duck and fish, and the glutton in my stomach kept rumbling, so I hurriedly brought Uncle Xue back.
"Second Master, we are made of iron rice and steel.
If you don't eat a meal, you won't be hungry.
Come on, eat this chicken leg first to replenish some energy.
Then you will have the confidence to cry again."
I took advantage of the situation and gave it to me.
I also tore a chicken leg and started to chew on it.
Uncle Xue looked at us all eating greasy, wiped his tears, took the chicken leg and said: "That's fine.
Let's eat first, and when we finish eating, I will tell you the story of that year.
You will understand it by then.
What's going on?"
I thought it was bad, he was just a trash can again.
These elderly people always like to find opportunities to reminisce with others.
The long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain.
It is better to listen to what he has to say now, go back to sleep, and go to Shirey Yang tomorrow morning to explain the matter clearly.
Qin Si could see what was on my mind and poured a glass of wine for Uncle Xue: "Second Master Xue, I have been with Mr.
Sang for so long, and I still have only a half-knowledge of some things.
Since the Wang family has issued an ultimatum today, you might as well Tell us everything you know so that we can be prepared."
After drinking, Uncle Xue started talking more.
He patted me on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Hu, this time I've got you involved.
Back then, Boss Sang and Boss Wang were young and energetic.
In order to compete for the position of the boss, they once had a dispute.
In order to resolve the feud, their master hid the leader's token, the Overlord Seal.
I hope they can work together to achieve their goals.
I never thought that this would arouse the conflict between the two.
Fortunately, Boss Wang returned to the United States to inherit the family's business and join the business.
Overlord Seal, he has been collecting antiques and artifacts for so many years just to find clues to the leader’s token.”
I asked him if the one printed under the plaque of "Yiyuanzhai" wasn't the Overlord Seal.
Mr.
Xue smiled bitterly and said that Mr.
Sang was angry and had someone copy it based on his memory.
Boss Wang also had one, but it was also a fake.
Back then, their master clearly left a ring and a map, asking them to find the token together.
But these two people have been fighting for most of their lives and never want to cooperate even once.
A few years ago, Mr.
Sang said he wanted to go back to the mainland and made a bet with Boss Wang that if he couldn't find the Overlord's Seal during his trip, he would remove the "Yiyuan Zhai" plaque and build a stove for Lao Wang's family.
Unexpectedly, not only did I not find anything, but I also lost my life.
Speaking of this, Mr.
Xue scolded the bamboo pole that had eaten him inside and out again, saying that if he encountered him in the future, he would be cut into pieces.
I said that since the two tokens need to be combined into one to find the Overlord's Seal, then why bother worrying about the old bastard demolishing the shop?
In the worst case, we will destroy the ring.
He is still wasting his efforts with just a map.
Uncle Xue was half drunk and said in a daze: "It is forbidden to destroy the ring.
Mr.
Sang spent his whole life just to win against the man named Wang once.
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As a brother, I can't do it in the end."
Help him, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed."
After saying that, he hugged the Buddhist altar and cried bitterly.
The three of us juniors also had sore noses from him and didn't know how to comfort him.
The next day, Fatty and I got up early to go to the museum to find Shiry Yang.
With the experience of asking for directions last time, this trip was easy and we found the place quickly.
I was in a hurry last time and didn't take a good look at the museum.
Today, the sun is high and it's a beautiful autumn season.
Taking a few breaths of fresh air made me feel much more relaxed.
When I decided to go in later, I took a closer look inside.
After all, this is the largest museum in the United States and even the world.
Its collection covers ancient and modern times, China and the West, and has great archaeological value.
After entering the museum, you first have to pass through a huge vertical flower bed filled with seasonal yellow tulips.
This is the place where Fatty and I dug in yesterday.
I don’t know if the robbery hole has been discovered.
Fatty said that we should find a chance to fill it in now and destroy the corpses and traces.
I said if you go in now, you will only be regarded as a "flower picker".
Forget it, if we were asked later, we would refuse to admit it and just say that it was dug by those thieves.
Because it was daytime, the museum had already received many tourists, and people of all races were mixed among them.
There were many foreigners flashing their cameras, and it was very lively, without the gloom of last night at all.
The fat man was so greedy at the cultural relics on display in the museum that he almost drooled.
In order to prevent this kid from making mistakes, I carried him all the way around the exhibition area and found Shiry Yang's research room.
The place looks more like a medical clinic during the day.
After we entered, the American girl at the front desk stopped us and I asked to see Shiry Yang.
She nodded, hung up the phone, and quickly said to us with a smile, please come in.
The fat man praised my rapid improvement in my foreign language skills, but I didn’t tell him.
In fact, I only knew these few sentences.
If the girl kept asking again, she would definitely expose the truth.
The American girl took us into a living room with floor-to-ceiling windows.
I thought the place was quite spacious.
Not only did it have a cowhide sofa, but there was also a green banana tree in the corner.
She said to the fat man: "Decadent capitalist society. , the meeting place is as good as the government building in my hometown."
The fat man expressed his deep sympathy and took out a pen to write a slogan on the wall of the house to criticize.
While we were discussing which sentence was more appropriate, the glass door of the living room was pushed open from the outside.
When we looked back, we saw that the person who came was not Shiry Yang, but the person who was almost pissed to death by Qin Siyan in the police station that day.
The police officer wears a black helmet
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