"Mr. Chu, are we leaving now?" Tian Hengqi glanced at the stage and asked in a low voice.

"That's Little Peony?"

Chu Mufeng also subconsciously looked at the stage. There was a young woman wearing a costume and singing a song in a silence. Next to her were about a dozen well-dressed Limu.

Even though he was wearing costumes and heavy makeup, Chu Mufeng could feel that the woman with a voice like a yellow oriole was definitely not bad.

"Yes, she is Little Mudan!" Tian Hengqi nodded and responded.

"Yeah, let's go!"

Chu Mufeng didn't have the leisure to watch the show, so he turned around and walked away.

Just after he walked out of the door, a shocking cheer suddenly came from behind him.

On the stage, a flower gun was so beautiful that it was not clear through the wind and rain!

When I walked out of Jingxiang Tower, the sky had just calmed down outside.

"Old Tian, ​​you go back, thank you for your hard work!"

"Section Chief, what are you saying? Please say hello if you have any questions!"

Tian Hengqi expressed his attitude, and then he turned around and called a rickshaw driver to leave.

Of course, Pei Dongchang came up to serve Chu Mufeng.

"Dongchang, let's talk about Li Mingli's situation!" Chu Mufeng said as he walked.

Since Pei Dongchang is here to keep an eye on Li Mingli, how could he not do any homework? He said casually when he heard the question.

"Section Chief, don't look like this Li Mingli looks like a slut. In fact, he is not a good bird. Relying on the fact that I am a big boss of the Blue and White Hall, the playboy is very stylish, holding cages and fighting crickets, and now playing actors, they are very skillful..."

Pei Dongchang said, Chu Mufeng listened.

After almost ten minutes of leaving, Pei Dongchang finished what he understood.

Chu Mufeng nodded and reminded with deep eyes: "Dongchang, send someone to stare at this Li Mingli. Just remember where he has been and who has seen him every day, and report it every day."

"Yes, section chief!"

Pei Dongchang left directly after receiving the order.

On the way back, Chu Mufeng casually found a braised hotpot restaurant and walked in and sat down.

When it comes to this braised cooking, it is a unique feature of the old Peking City, and the people are basically good at this.

A big pot was built at the entrance of the store, with a pile of pig groceries, including small intestines, lung heads and fried tofu.

The old soup in the pot was rumbling and rumbling, emitting an attractive fragrance that made people salivate.

In the basket next to it is a small cake made by yourself. Soaked in old soup, it is very delicious.

"Get a big bowl of braised rice!"

"Okay, this master, please sit down and you'll be fine right away!"

Soon the boss brought a large bowl of full-sized braised braised rice with garlic paste, spicy oil, and a cluster of green green green onion.

The cake is soft but not sticky, and the meat is rotten but not bad. The thickest one is the pig intestine, which is crispy and soft in the mouth. Any odor will make the more fragrant the more you chew it.

Chu Mufeng saw that his index finger was moving, he picked up the chopsticks, buried his head and started eating.

At this moment, two people came in outside, one of them wiped the sweat from his forehead with his clothes, and shouted as soon as he stepped into the threshold.

"Hey, I said Lao Niu, that's it? I didn't see our brothers coming, so why don't you hurry up and work. Look at your sitting steadily, are you thinking about how to earn more money from us?"

"Go to your uncle!"

The boss who was holding the spoon was called Lao Niu and smiled and scolded, "It's time for dinner, don't you wait to feed you. Otherwise, you might as well turn over the food trough so that everyone can't eat!"

"Ha ha!"

The people around him burst into laughter.

This is the life in the lower level of Old Peking City. There is not so much attention. Everyone likes to open their mouths and shut up and play with poverty. In just a short moment, the shop became noisy and lively.

Chu Mufeng also smiled knowingly: The people are still simple.

"Old beef, come two big bowls of braised cooked, a plate of peanuts, a plate of cucumbers, and a plate of meat frozen!"

"Yohe, Lin Saner, are you going out to pick up money?"

While teasing, Lao Niu prepared dishes and soon brought the orders up like flowing water.

"I'll treat you tonight, and I'll treat my third brother to drink." Who wants to answer the person opposite?

"Sandezi, what kind of play do you sing? Have you picked up money?" Lao Niu looked at the other party and said.

"What money is there? Where is that good thing? Don't I just like to listen to my third brother telling stories? I haven't heard it for a few days, and I feel itchy, so I want to invite my third brother to have a drink." Sandezi said silly.

"Old Niu, why don't you talk so much nonsense? Come and have a pot of wine quickly." Lin San waved his hand.

"Okay, you are the master! Whatever you say is!"

Lin San, wearing a linen sweatshirt, has a slender face, phoenix eyes, a mustache, and has dark skin. Although she looks thin, she has a tough body.

After Lao Niu brought the wine, he started to chat with Sandezi while eating and drinking.

At first, Chu Mufeng didn't take it seriously, because Lin San was bragging all over the world.

From their chat, Chu Mufeng also judged that both of them were coachmen who drove rickshaws.

However, after three glasses of wine, the chat content of the two changed, which attracted Chu Mufeng's attention.

"Brother Third, have you heard of it? The boss Huang, the antique shop you pulled from Jingxianglou two days ago, was caught by someone. He died so miserably. It is said that he didn't even close his eyes. I told you, and it was so scary to think about it."

Sandezi picked up the wine glass and touched Lin San, took a sip and said.

"I said Sandezi, are you trying to make a fuss about your third brother?" Lin San asked after putting down his glass.

"Oh, Brother Third, look at what you said, how dare I! Let me say what I'm going to do, who will I say to you? Isn't this the end of my chat with you?"

"Others don't know, how can I not know that Huang Benzhang always comes to Jingxianglou, you will take him back. I don't think he was killed, so he rushed here when he was speechless." Sandezi leaned forward and looked caring.

"Brother Third, am I afraid that you will be in danger too?"

"I'm in danger? What kind of danger can we guys have?"

Lin Sanman waved his hand indifferently and said indifferently: "Come on, I know you are thinking about me, afraid that something will happen to me, brother, but you are really thinking too much about this."

"What can I do? Your third brother is just a stinky cart, and he has few babies all over his body. Who would be full and ask for trouble for his brother!"

"hey-hey!"

Sandezi smiled honestly and said embarrassedly: "I just think this person is really living a blind life!"

"Tell me how rich Boss Huang is, why was he killed like that? After he died like this, wouldn't you just lose one income for third brother?"

"Well, you're right."

Lin San looked at Sandezi picking up the wine pot and filling it with him, raised his cup and sipped it, saying regretfully: "Every time Boss Huang comes to Jingxianglou, he always takes my car back, and he always gives him more. Once he dies, he will lose this debt. How boring is this matter!"

"Hey, who can think of such a thing? Boss Huang has encountered an evil time."

"You can't imagine that something will happen!"

Lin San put down the wine cup, pinched a few peanuts and threw them into his mouth, and said while eating, "I tell you, the last time I pulled him back, I felt something was wrong with him, and I kept muttering something."

"What are you talking about?" Sandezi pricked up his ears and said curiously.

"Let me think about it!"

Lin San grabbed his scalp, frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly looked up and said, "I remember, he said, Fatty Liang, you want to die, it's your business, I won't die with you. That's right, it's this, I've been scolding Fatty Liang!"

"I was thinking about who this Fatty Liang was, which would make Boss Huang so angry. Who would have thought that before he could figure it out, Boss Huang would leave!" Lin San shook his head with regret.

Fatty Liang!

When Chu Mufeng heard this, his interest suddenly became mobilized. This was really a turn of things.

There was nothing found in Li Mingli, Jingxiang Building, and in this small braised and boiled fire shop, I actually heard this unexpected clue.

Who is Fatty Liang?

Perhaps as long as you find this fat man Liang, you can get more reliable clues.

It seems that I have to work overtime tonight, and focus on checking whether anyone in Huang’s social relationship is called Fatty Liang.

A fat man named Liang should easily target as long as he has it.

"But I have to ask this rickshaw driver again!"

After wiping his mouth, Chu Mufeng walked to the table, patted Lin San on the shoulder, and showed his ID and shook it in his puzzled eyes.

"The Police Department Detective Team, come out with me and ask you something!"

"Official, I didn't break the law, right?" Lin San shivered in fear. He didn't even hold the chopsticks firmly and fell on the table.

"Who said you broke the law? You just have something to ask you. Don't talk nonsense, leave quickly!" Chu Mufeng said with a straight face.

"Okay, okay!"

Lin San quickly stood up and timidly followed Chu Mufeng out of the braised and boiled fire shop.

When the two of them came to the alley next to them, Chu Mufeng began to question them.

"You just said that you knew Huang Benzhang from the antique shop. Is this true?"

"Official, I have only pulled him a few times. I know him, but I am not familiar with him." Lin San said whatever he asked and dared not talk nonsense.

Bragging depends on people, otherwise you will suffer if you blow it!

"You said he had been talking about Fatty Liang before he was killed, and then tell me carefully!" Chu Mufeng continued to ask.

"I just heard him say on the road that Fatty Liang, it's your business. I don't want to die with you. I just kept muttering this sentence over and over again."

"Official, I have nothing to do with Boss Huang's death. Don't arrest me! I have an 80-year-old mother and three-year-old child, so I have to rely on me to support my family."

"If I were caught in, they would all starve to death. Please give up your hands!" Lin San said and fell to the ground.

For a small person like him, the most feared thing is to be involved in some trouble, because they have no right to change and can only bear the consequences of injustice.

It’s really impossible to drag him to lock him up for three or five days when you meet an unreasonable police officer!

"stand up!"

Chu Mufeng glared at him angrily: "Did I say I want to catch you?"

"Thank you, thank you!" Lin San stood up quickly.

"Remember me more and remember. When you sent me a yellow chapter, don't miss what he said," Chu Mufeng asked in a deep voice.

“Yes, yes, yes, I say.”

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