Book 1: Chapter 85

Book 1: Chapter 85

Uncle Two gave me a blank look, "Experts?"

"The old mans a treasure hunter here, I whispered to him. His goods in the sea were intercepted tonight."

"Why are you so interested in other people's business? Did you do it? Uncle Two asked me.

I gave a wry smile, "I'm not in the mood."

Uncle Two patted me, "Come to my room."

I looked back at Fatty and Poker-Face and said to them, "You guys can go to sleep first."

I followed Uncle Two back to his room, which had two twin beds in it. He stayed with one of his old buddies all year round. This guys name was Er Jing and he had a speech impediment. Although he could talk, it was a very laborious process for him. He was a native of Gansu. Even though he was over forty years old, his whole body still looked very capable of giving out a beating.

No one knew why Uncle Two always brought Er Jing with him. Many people said that Er Jing had studied martial arts. Although he wasn't good at talking, he was good at fighting. Others said that Er Jings tongue got injured while he was helping my Uncle Two, and Uncle Two had taken care of him ever since.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

There werent any legends about Er Jing. In other words, no one had seen Er Jing fight and no one had heard Uncle Two mention him. All anyone knew was that Er Jing always stayed in the same room as Uncle Two.

Uncle Two was an extremely cautious person, so I could only think that he trusted Er Jing a lot. When I entered Uncle Two's room, Er Jing was dividing lots (1). This was Uncle Twos unique rule. He wasnt directly involved in any of these businesses. Uncle Two was a serious person who worked in both the light and the dark. The only thing he would get involved in was mediating between people. In fact, Uncle Two was one of the Nine Gates who still had actual power to hold mediations. If there was any dispute, Uncle Two would participate as a neutral third party. As a result, his prestige was very high among the so-called thorns in the business. Many people would find Uncle Two first for many particularly controversial issues. If Uncle Two already said something, then the others wouldnt dare challenge him. At the beginning of every year, Uncle Two would prepare thirty-two lots soaked in tung oil and let those in the Nine Gates buy them. These lots indicated that he would only come out thirty-two times a year.

I looked at Uncle Two and found that his eyes were very cold. I felt for my pack of cigarettes, took one out, and lit it. Even though more than a dozen years had passed, my parents didn't interfere with my life very much. I always did whatever I wanted and my parents didn't stop me. But they mustve been worried. Things had slowly accumulated to this point and I knew I wouldnt be able to get through Uncle Two and my grandma.

I nodded, "I think so. Just do what you want."

Uncle Two's eyes softened a little, "I know you dont want to open a restaurant. What do you want to do?"

"Write something. Take pictures," I said casually. "If things don't work out, I'll become a Didi driver. I hear it's not bad."

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TN Notes:

(1) Think along the lines of inscribed bamboo sticks

(2) Also known as ancestor coins. They were hand-carved mother coins, which were used as a model to print money after they got approved. More info here.

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Damn, Wu Xie. You need some ointment for that burn? lol. Uncle Two is straight up savage.