As soon as Mo Chuchen came to the hall, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a satin robe and stern eyebrows looking at the place. He looked like he was going to tear down the hall. The moment he saw the man, the original owner's memory of Zheng Wuliang also disappeared.

It emerged. I didn’t know it, but I was shocked when I saw it.

This cheating uncle had just poached a shop from the original owner. The shop was Xia's mother's dowry. After Xia's mother died, he came to visit her frequently.

As for Xia's mother's dowry, it was no surprise that this cheap uncle lost all of it. The original owner knew this, but he was not good at quarreling and could not fall out with this uncle every time.

Mo Chuchen sorted out these memories, but his attention was focused on the gambling shop. After entering the place, Uncle Cheap never won, so no matter what he thought, there was something fishy about it.

"I haven't seen you for a while. How is my nephew?"

When Zheng Wuliang saw Mo Chuchen, he immediately approached him. Mo Chuchen took a step back slightly, avoiding the cheap uncle's extended arm.

Zheng Wuliang clapped his hands, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart, it's only been a year or two since he last met, how come this nephew has changed so much? He would never avoid him before.

Could it be that living under the paws of that tigress has changed your personality?

"It's good. I just divorced my wife a few days ago."

Mo Chuchen replied quietly.

"..." Zheng Wuliang, who regarded this situation as a great joy, was silent for a moment, and then said enthusiastically:

"That wife of yours, I have long felt unreliable. Even if I divorce her, how dare we relatives come to visit her when she is at home! I am afraid of being scolded and beaten by her..."

"

"Let's not talk about her, why is uncle here today? I remember that I have lent you all my mother's dowry. Even if you don't do anything, you can live on the shop for a lifetime..."

Looking at the face that looked like he wanted to smite Qiu Feng, Mo Chuchen had no interest in fighting against the time-traveling woman's atrocities with him.

"No, I am short of some capital for my business, and I would like to borrow some..."

Zheng Wuliang, who was originally cursing at the time-traveling woman, immediately changed his mind when he heard this, opened his eyes and told lies.

In his mind, it is impossible to do business, and he can only survive by borrowing money from gambling houses.

Originally, he thought that if he just said a few words, his nephew would obediently give him money.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the nephew, who was always gentle and uninvolved in worldly affairs, uncharacteristically did not send any money.

Instead, he looked at him with a smile on his face, his face was obviously a harmless scholar, but there was a frightening majesty in it.

Facing such a look, Zheng Wuliang rarely felt a little guilty. He gritted his teeth and said angrily:

"What's the matter with your expression? Don't you believe that your uncle can succeed in business?"

I just lost money before and didn't pay you back a lot, so why do you have such a condescending look? Who are you looking down on?

It’s really unlucky to have a nephew like you, bah, the worst I can do is not borrow money from you! We’ll never communicate with you again.”

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Mo Chuchen looked at this cheap uncle like a clown.

Before he even spoke, the cheap uncle got angry and beat him up.

"In this case, uncle should first pay back everything he borrowed before, and it won't be too late to break off the friendship.

I have to take the scientific examination next year, and I don’t have time to worry about these trivial matters of money, coming and seeing off guests.”

Mo Chuchen said softly, turned around and left, doing the whole thing in one go without any hesitation.

The servants originally thought that the master would go and talk to Zheng Wuliang in a friendly manner, but they did not expect that the master would be uneasy and follow the usual routine.

After Mo Chuchen left, the servants came to their senses and quickly kept an eye on this cheap relative who came to fight Qiu Feng.

"Okay..., um, no."

Zheng Wuliang was obviously used to being coaxed by his original owner after getting angry. Suddenly he heard Mo Chuchen say this. He didn't react for a moment. After hearing the words clearly, he wanted to say something more, but he saw that his nephew had already left.

"Wait, listen to me!" Zheng Wuliang, who was sweating anxiously, strode after him.

The housekeeper immediately blocked the way and said politely: "I have already said to see you off, so I hope you won't embarrass me."

"Who do you think you are?"

Zheng Wuliang kicked the housekeeper angrily. When he saw the servants surrounding him surrounding him, he didn't dare to rush in anymore. He just walked out and cursed: "You still want to take the science test? You are so stingy and stingy.

I saw that he might not be able to afford the money to stay in an inn when he arrives in the capital, but what about taking the scientific examination? He is just lucky to be able to pass the imperial examination. As soon as this child was born, I felt that he was not a good person. No wonder his parents were so attracted by him.

Overcome death."

"Why is this man's speech so unpleasant?" The servant frowned, suppressing his anger.

"After all, he is the master's uncle. If the master wants to deal with him, I'm afraid it will leave a bad reputation." The housekeeper sighed.

After Zheng Wuliang left, the whole day was peaceful.

At night, dark clouds cover the sky, and the dull air carries a cold wind. On the street where the crowd is gradually dwindling, a signboard in front of the wooden double-story building reads "Jibao Building" with a two-meter-high blue flag on the side, fluttering.

The word "Gamble" is embroidered on the flag, the light and shadow inside the building are swaying, and the voices of struggling shouts can be vaguely heard inside.

The carriage stopped in front of the small building. On the carriage, a young man in elegant clothes looked up at the sign, smiled slightly, and walked downstairs.

This young man was Mo Chuchen, who had a falling out with Zheng Wuliang during the day.

He had known that Zheng Wuliang was a gambler, and he also knew that Zheng Wuliang had spent all the dowry from his mother-in-law on something. It was precisely because he knew this that he came.

Walking into the Jubao Building, enthusiastic shouts greeted us. Looking around, we saw a large number of people gathered in front of small tables, with large amounts of money being pushed out. The outer layer was composed of ordinary people, and the inner layer was composed of clothed people.

The likes of luxurious wealthy businessmen.

"You shouldn't come here." The steward of Jubao Tower was patrolling among the crowd, and he recognized Mo Chuchen's identity with sharp eyes.

"Do you know me?" Mo Chuchen asked in surprise: "I thought not many people in Quancheng knew me."

"I didn't know you before." The manager said with a humble attitude: "Your uncle has taken too much care of you. It's hard for us not to know you. A few days ago, Mr. Zheng owed us one hundred taels of silver and he still hasn't paid it back. He said

I'm looking for you to think of a solution.

Our boss has given instructions that if the Zheng family or you want to come and cause trouble, we don’t have to worry too much."

It seems that Zheng Wuliang lost too much in Jubao Tower and even the boss was alarmed. Otherwise, why would he specifically order such a thing?

Hearing the steward's answer, Mo Chuchen had a sad expression on his face. He sighed and looked at the steward: "Uncle, I don't help him anymore. I really just want to come here today to have fun."

"The first floor is not suitable for your status, so you should go to the second floor."

The person in charge didn't understand the purpose of the scholar coming here. Was he to make trouble or to make a theory? He thought about it, no matter what the scholar wanted to do, there were fewer people on the second floor, so if something happened it would be easier to deal with.

"Okay, lead the way."
Chapter completed!