At this time, Luo Lin came to report that the other cup was not found.
Lin Chuang knew it.
When Luo Lin went out, Lin Chuang asked Jing Xin to come over and say a few words.
Jing Xin's eyes widened after hearing this, as if she didn't believe it: "Really?"
"Check it out, call me and tell me the result. No need to say more, just say yes or no," Lin Chuang said.
"Okay." Jing Xin nodded solemnly.
Just as I was about to say goodbye, the phone rang.
Jing Xin picked up the conversation and said to Lin Chuang, "Sir, a man named Wang Mu is looking for you."
Lin Chuang answered the phone and Wang Mutao said: "Principal, the students have returned to the police station. Li Lin and Cai Min have brought them, and Captain Xiong has also sent Pan Gui. However, Huang Yihu is not in the Li Mansion and has gone home.
Deputy Director Li said that since he has a higher seniority, it would be best to ask the principal to visit him in person."
"Deputy Director Li's words make sense. I will go there in person soon. You should question them immediately. Remember, you must separate the three of them."
"yes."
Putting down the phone, Lin Chuang said goodbye to Jing Xin and inquired about Huang Yihu's address. Liu Ermeng drove straight to Huang's house.
Huangzhai is located at No. 14 Deren Lane.
Lin Chuang and Yi Lianhua came to Huangzhai and saw that the door was open. When they looked inside, there were two people in the courtyard, one old and one young. They were watering a vegetable field.
The young man carried the bucket, and the old man used a copper ladle to water the vegetable roots ladle by ladle.
Lin Chuang knocked on the door knocker and asked, "Is this Mr. Huang's house?"
The two men turned around and saw a pair of handsome young people standing at the door. The old man asked: "Is that Mr. Lin?"
"Yes, my surname is Lin."
"Hehehe..."
The old man stood up with a smile, handed the copper ladle to the young man, took a few steps forward, clasped his fists and said, "I have long heard that Director Lin is among the best among men. When I saw him today, it turned out to be true. I'm Huang Yihu, Director Lin."
Please come in."
The yellow-winged tiger looks to be sixty years old, with a bronze face, furrowed wrinkles, and a white beard under his chin.
He wears coarse cloth clothes and cloth shoes on his feet.
If you didn't know he was Huang Yihu, you would have thought he was an old farmer.
Lin Chuang also clasped his fists and said: "Lin took the liberty of visiting me. I hope Mr. Huang will forgive me."
"Why are you being so polite? Shiqun has already called. It is said that Mr. Huang is a commoner and should go to the police station for questioning. But Shiqun refused to let him go and said something about his seniority and high moral prestige. In fact,
"Huang really doesn't care about these false reputations, how many pounds can he lose by going to the police station?" Huang Yihu said with a smile.
"What Deputy Director Li said is reasonable. Lin is young and should come to visit." Lin Chuang was also very polite.
"Director Lin, please come in." The two of them greeted each other politely, and Huang Yihu let Lin Chuang and Yi Lianhua in.
"Director Lin is here for the case of Yun Qing's murder, right? Alas, Huang happened to be present. It's so miserable. There is no such way to fight for the law when brothers are fighting. How can they use guns?" Huang Yihu said with a sigh as he walked.
"Mr. Huang, let's not talk about the case for now. Lin wants to visit your courtyard, especially this vegetable field. To be honest, Lin was born in a rural area and has a special liking for growing vegetables," Lin Chuang said.
"Really? Mr. Lin has a high position and is also interested in farm work?" Huang Yihu asked curiously.
"Isn't that true? Mr. Huang doesn't know that Mr. Lin built a greenhouse behind the Sino-Japanese Cultural Exchange Center. When he is free from official duties, he goes to the fields and plays with vegetables. It is really one of the joys of life." Lin Chuang said.
"Really? Mr. Lin is really an elegant man."
"Those of us who wield swords and guns have nothing to do with elegant people, but we can still do it if we don't forget our roots."
"Okay, okay, don't forget your roots. Since Mr. Lin is interested in this courtyard, please feel free to take a look."
After Huang Yihu finished speaking, Lin Chuang pinched his waist and looked at the yard.
The yard is not big, just as big as the house Lin Chuangchuang rented in Tongfuli when he first came to Shanghai.
Compared to Huang Yihu's status, this yard can be said to be very shabby.
It can be seen that this person really has no money.
It is extremely inconsistent with his status in the Youth Gang, and I don’t know how he got around.
After looking at it carefully, Lin Chuang said: "Although the yard is not big, it is more exquisite."
"Mr. Lin is really good at talking. Why don't you just call Mr. Huang shabby? Please, let's talk in the room." Huang Yihu laughed at himself and asked Lin Chuang to go into the room.
The living room is not very big, but the furniture and furnishings in the room reveal the identity.
An Eight Immortals table is made of red sandalwood, and the four chairs are all made of huanghuali. Behind the table is a long table, and the bottles and cans on the table are all old objects.
The most conspicuous thing is a two-foot-tall statue of Guan Gong in the middle of the table.
Lin Chuang took a closer look and found that the statue of Guan Gong was also an old object.
"Mr. Huang, is this clear?" Lin Chuang asked.
"Mr. Lin has good eyesight. He was born during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty." Huang Yihu replied.
"There are so many incense ash, it seems that Mr. Huang burns incense every day." Lin Chuang said.
"That's right. Guan Gong was very loyal and righteous throughout the day. As a member of the Qinggang, Huang values loyalty. Burning incense and paying homage every day reminds Huang to never forget the loyalty within the gang."
Lin Chuang smiled when he heard this and said to himself, Guan Gong is still the God of Wealth.
Lin Chuangdao: "Mr. Huang, I wonder if I should say something?"
"Mr. Lin, tell me what you have to say. Huang is not a stingy person." Huang Yihu said cheerfully.
"You are loyal and hate evil as much as hatred. Everyone in the Qing Gang admires you. However, as you just said, the living conditions are too shabby and inconsistent with your status in the gang. Not to mention the late Mr. Li and those who are already behind bars.
Mr. Pan, not to mention the Master of the Tenth Hall, even if he is a small middle-level boss, who is not a wealthy and beautiful wife, calling slaves and maids? Haven't you ever thought of adapting?"
After Lin Chuang finished speaking, he stared at Huang Yihu closely to see how he would answer.
"Hahaha..." Huang Yihu laughed loudly and said: "Mr. Lin, what you are asking is that life in this world is nothing more than wine, sex and wealth. Who doesn't want to live in a mansion and have beautiful families, and call slaves and maids?"
"What about you?"
Huang Yihu's face darkened and he said: "Everyone has his own ambitions, and Huang doesn't bother to exchange the lives of brothers in the gang for money. What's the point of fighting?"
He glanced at Lin Chuang and said: "Huang enjoys this kind of life very much. Not everyone has no conscience. Huang used to help his brothers a lot, and some of them were very loyal. You see, except for Zhaizi Xiao
No, there is only one servant in the family, and there are no beautiful maids to help me. Isn’t the rest much better than ordinary people? To be honest, these good things you see are all given by brothers who are grateful for their kindness. "
Lin Chuang changed the topic and asked: "But now that Li and Pan have fallen, the Green Gang is leaderless, and a bloody storm is about to begin. Mr. Huang, can you still enjoy peace and quiet and not leave?"
When Huang Yihu heard this, his face showed a sad look...
