Simpson chattered a lot and finally took action.
There was no need for Qin Feng to take action.
Of course, Wushuang would not let such a strange guy take him lightly.
He raised his eyebrows, flipped the chopsticks in his hand, and clamped the guy's wrist with the root of the chopsticks.
"What are you doing?"
Wushuang shouted softly.
If there wasn't someone else here, Wushuang wouldn't mind letting him taste the taste of all his acupuncture points.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts."
Simpson was just a liar.
He was pinched between two bamboo chopsticks, and he was suddenly in pain and broke into a cold sweat.
"Humph" Wushuang snorted coldly, let go of the chopsticks, and moved away with all his strength.
Simpson was in pain and fell to the ground.
Wushuang did not even look at the wailing Simpson.
"There's no need to be angry for this kind of person."
Qin Feng smiled slightly and patted Wushuang's showy hand.
He only saw Wushuang in his eyes, and he didn't seem to see Simpson at all.
Simpson howled in pain and sat on the ground in a miserable state.
When he woke up from the pain, he found that everyone in the restaurant was looking at him like a monkey.
"You, you guys" Simpson, who was wearing a suit, his face red and white, staggered away.
"It's unreasonable to worship foreigners and favor foreigners."
Qin Feng looked at this guy's back and sighed to himself.
"What do you mean by admiring foreign things?"
Wushuang blinked his big eyes.
"Well, I just feel that the moon in other countries is rounder than our Ming Dynasty."
Qin Feng continued: "A person who doesn't even love his own country, you can't expect him to be a good thing."
Wushuang nodded in understanding.
He felt that what Brother Feng said seemed a bit helpless.
Qin Feng was helpless, and in his helplessness he still had the emotions of an angry young man from his previous life.
Some keyboard warriors who complained about their own country on the Internet, and even disdain some so-called celebrities, turned around and joined foreign nationalities after making money in China, and then They still shamelessly continue to come to China to make money.
I think Ning Caishe created this character to ridicule some people in China who admired foreign things.
"The food is not bad."
Qin Feng put down his chopsticks, nodded with a smile, and was about to take out the silver to pay, but saw Wushuang quickly stopped him, seriously asked the waiter the price, and then took out the copper coins.
He counted them one by one, which made the waiter in the shop, who had always thought he could get some reward, very depressed.
"Don't spend money randomly."
Wushuang looked at Qin Feng seriously, with the aura of a little housekeeper, which made Qin Feng feel fresh and fond of him.
Qin Feng has never been short of things like money since he started practicing martial arts.
After all, Chu Liuxiang and other seniors set an example, and with martial arts in hand, there is no need to live in poverty, so Qin Feng has never been short of money.
If you run out of money, you can just find a corrupt official and wealthy businessman with a bad reputation at night, and your pocket will naturally be full again.
Wushuang has lived in an underground organization like the Sunflower Sect since he was a child.
Every time he buys food or cooks, he has to plan carefully.
He is afraid that the little money given by the elders will not be enough.
Yesterday, Qin Feng went to ask the tailor in the town to make some small items for Wushuang.
The more exquisite clothes made the little housekeeper complain all over her face, saying that it would be better to do it herself.
Of course, even though she complained, the sweetness in this girl's eyes could not be hidden.
"Okay, listen to my wife."
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Qin Feng laughed.
Looking at Wushuang's cute appearance, he couldn't help but tease her a few words.
She was handsome and pretty, walking on the street of Shibalipu, but it made her angry.
Many people looked at it a few times, expressing envy and praise.
"Stop."
Suddenly, several people dressed as government servants broke the light warmth between the two.
"What's the matter?"
Qin Feng frowned, slightly unhappy.
"Brother Feng!"
Just as a yamen servant was about to speak, a boy suddenly rushed out from among several yamen servants.
He looked at Qin Feng in disbelief: "Brother Feng, why are you here?"
"Why, do you know them?"
The yamen officer who was speaking was interrupted and asked, and he felt a little unhappy: "It doesn't matter if they know each other.
Someone will sue them in court.
We have to act according to the rules."
"Get out of here, you idiot!"
A guy dressed as a headhunter slapped the kid on the head, and then looked at Qin Feng with a smile: "I dare you to ask whether the young master is the number one scholar in Qixia Town?"
"Oh you know me" Qin Feng smiled.
"My surname is Han, and I'm an old friend with Capt.
Xing."
Capt.
Han is a very transparent person.
He first scolded the young cop who just spoke rudely, and then the young cop who knew Qin Feng Let's talk to Qin Feng together.
It turns out that this kid came to Tongfu Inn to help Xiaoliu.
Qin Feng also taught him some martial arts, so we know him.
Things will be easier to handle next.
Qin Feng has a good reputation.
Not only is he the number one scholar, but he also has some bureaucratic connections.
This self-made businessman from a foreign country can't beat Qin Feng.
"I, I'm suing him, why are you trying me?"
Simpson was arrested and quickly pushed to the ground, struggling hard: "You guys, do you respect the law?"
"Bold."
The official looked at the foreign devil coldly, and clapped his hands in shock: "I am trying to solve the case, do you still need your guidance?
You faked jewelry and silver, defrauded people of their money, and you dared to provoke the court, here comes someone. , hit the forty big boards first.”
Even if he was not guilty at the 40th anniversary, he became guilty.
Of course, it was true that this person was selling fake jewelry.
Qin Feng asked the police to search his house.
Sure enough, a large amount of fake jewelry was found.
It was exactly the same as the one handed over by the deceiver a few days ago.
After another beating, Simpson confessed his crime honestly.
He originally wanted to take revenge on Qin Feng, but ended up getting himself involved.
"This man is really weird."
Wushuang thought of the strange words Simpson muttered, and looked at the screaming Simpson without any sympathy.
"Master Qin, and this girl, please sit down, please sit down."
The county magistrate smiled and asked Qin Feng to take a seat.
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"I have been wronged today, and I would like to thank Mr.
Li for seeing the truth and clearing away my grievances."
Magistrate Li reached out to avoid hitting the smiling man.
Magistrate Li was polite, and Qin Feng naturally treated him with a smile.
"It should, it should."
Magistrate Li is different from Magistrate Lou.
He is a real low-level official, while Magistrate Lou is about to be promoted.
However, Magistrate Li is also well-informed and knows that today's Holy Lord and The person in front of me has a lot of connections, so he is very attentive. , they invited him to drink tea, listen to music, and even invited Qin Feng to the banquet.
Qin Feng quickly ran away with Wu Shuang.
He felt that if he stayed any longer, the county magistrate might ask him to go whoring.
Come on, Wushuang, a jealous little boy, will have to spread his jealousy all over the house.
"What's wrong?
Is there any happy event happening at the inn?"
Wushuang looked at the lanterns and the two red lanterns at the door, and couldn't think straight. aa2705221: