C8

In a simple and crude small bar, Ye Zheng and Yi Shijiu sat on chairs and each ordered a cup of black beer.

"Wow, Brother Ye has successfully climbed onto the Margo's line, and with his ability, it will be as easy as flipping his hand in the future."

Yi Shijiu kept on talking nonstop.

"I don't need Ma Jian to achieve great things."

Ye Zheng said indifferently.

"Do you know of an ancient poem where one's hair would burst out in rage and the rain would stop at the gate?"

"Classical literature doesn't match your vulgar temperament."

Ye Zheng said with a dull and helpless expression.

"Hey hey, don't look down on people!" I emphasize the three words, "Xiaoxiao" and "Rest in the Rain". These four words are no small matter, and represent the four richest merchants in Nanguo City. "

Yi Shijiu explained: "The first word refers to the Xiao Clan in the north of the city, my main business is real estate, it is said that my background is very hard, the second word refers to the Xiao Family in the south of the city, my main business is hotels, as for the hotels in the south of the city … The third word refers to the Yu Clan in the west of the city. They are known as the wealthy clans that monopolize the clothing and furniture businesses of the Nanguo City, and their conduct is very low key. The fourth word refers to the Xie Clan in the east of the city, which mainly deals in entertainment and film and television business.

"I remember now, Gao Xiaowen is a signed actor for Hippocampus Entertainment."

Ye Zheng thought.

"Gao Xiaowen, you should be fine, but your acting is too high and clear. You won't get along with anyone, you just can't get along. In the show industry, the one with money was his father. If an actor didn't find a rich backer, how could he become the main character? How can it be so red and so purple? "

Yi Shijiu gulped down a mouthful of black beer and retorted, "How many old bones are there? There's nothing to film right now. "And it's just making a lot of money!"

Ye Zheng sighed: Although he is not interested in the entertainment circle, but he knows in his heart that this profession is indeed a little abnormal.

"The Xiao Family's parents are called Xiao Qingyun, and they are a very capable person. The eldest, Xiao Fuxing, is a very low-key person and has been busy with his work many times. The second eldest, Xiao Funan, is a perverted pervert, and you have seen him before;

Yi Shijiu gave Ye Zheng a "scientific" answer.

Nanguo City's "Feelings"

"If I were Xiao Qingyun, I would give my son some diapers."

Ye Zheng said.

"Do you think second brother Xiao will let this go? It's easy to dodge the bright blunderbuss, but hard to guard against hidden arrows. It's better for you to take the old horse's path, lest you get your revenge. Tsk tsk, that actress called Gao Xiaowen seems to be very interested in you. "Actually, it's another old-fashioned story: a beauty pursued by many rich people, a poor brat wanting to interfere …"

Ye Zheng ridiculed, and grabbed Yi Shijiu's hair.

"Pain!" "It hurts!"

Yi Shijiu howled out, only then did Ye Zheng let go.

Yi Shijiu rubbed his head and said to Ye Zheng: "Although this fellow surnamed Ma is not as rich as the Four Great Clans, he is a reasonable and well-structured boss. If you climb onto his ship, you'll be able to settle the grudge between you and his family name, Xiao. "

Ye Zheng had been a soldier, and was even one of the best in the army.

In his eyes, Second Young Master Xiao was just a soft, good-for-nothing good-for-nothing.

Ye Zheng possessed absolute skills and acted disrespectfully, not caring about Ma Jian's "protection" at all.

But... Gao Xiaowen... This woman, not only was she her target for protection, she was also a very charming woman.

The more she thought about it, the more the secret on her body became more profound … How could he gain her trust?

After bidding farewell to Yi Shijiu, Ye Zheng returned to his rented apartment.

This was a very common house in Nanguo City, a four-story house. Each floor had three apartment that were tens of metres tall, and Ye Zheng's apartment was located on the second floor.

He realized that on the door of his apartment, there was a light circle drawn by someone with chalk: This was obviously the mark left on the door when Second Young Master Xiao's men visited his residence.

Ye Zheng who was bored to death laid on the sofa, while pondering about the starting point of the quest, he opened up a bag of peanuts and placed them on his chest one by one. He wanted to use the spring of his pectoral muscles to pop the peanuts into his mouth.

He had flicked 69 peanuts, and only 33 into his mouth. The success rate was less than 50%.

If it was really as Chief had said, that Gao Xiaowen's father didn't die from an accident five years ago but from a murder, then, why didn't she hide her name right now, and engage in the acting industry instead?

Wasn't this exposing himself to unknown dangers?

Was she confident, or had she completely lost her memory?

Could it be that there was a group of powerful Protectors behind her?

Ye Zheng tried his best to think clearly.

When he hit the seventieth peanut, the door was kicked open with a heavy kick, and the lock almost fell off the door.

"Ye Zheng?"

A robust man wearing a black T-shirt, holding a steel pipe in his hand, shouted loudly at him.

Behind him, there were five other men. Two of them were holding wooden sticks, two were holding shortened steel bars, and one was actually holding a double-jointed stick.

"Knock on the door first."

Ye Zheng sighed helplessly.

"Foolish brat, stand up?"

The sturdy man used one end of the steel pipe to point at Ye Zheng's forehead, Ye Zheng laid there in a daze, the others all thought that he was scared silly, and laughed out loud.

The landlord was a slightly plump old lady. When she saw the six fiendish looking men rush to Ye Zheng's apartment on the second floor with equipment in their hands, she was scared silly long ago.

He had wanted to call the police, but they had already threatened him, so he could only give up.

"Bodhisattva bless me, please don't let anyone else die in my house …"

It seemed to be the sound of wood breaking. Apparently, some piece of furniture had been broken.

"Ouch!"

"Aooo!"

Following that, a few muffled cries of pain could be heard.

Then, "Dong!"

'Bang! 'a sound was heard, as if someone had knocked over the wall.

"Crash!"

It sounded like the coffee table had been crushed by something heavy.

The old landlady, who was scared out of her wits, could not even move. To her, this short minute felt like a century.

The door opened once again, and Ye Zheng stood inside the room apologetically. The bedside table and tea table were already smashed into pieces, the armrest of the sofa had been broken, and the hanging painting had also fallen down.

"I am truly sorry … I'll pay for the broken furniture and the lock on the door. "

Ye Zheng said to his wife.

"But …" "They …"

The old lady's face was deathly pale and she was at a loss for words.

"Oh, I'll throw the trash out right now."

Ye Zheng turned around and promised the old lady.