There is a teahouse not far from the West Lake Garden. Although thousands of lights are on at this time, there are still a few tables of guests in the teahouse who have not left.
Suzhou and Hangzhou are famous for West Lake and Longjing tea. People in Suzhou and Hangzhou love tea, so tourists who come here will be more or less infected. They sit in front of the window, drink tea, admire the moon, and look at the moon. Watching the beautiful scenery of the West Lake at night is also a lot of fun.
The second floor of the tea house is divided into four pavilions: spring, summer, autumn and winter. Situ Jin hurried upstairs and stopped in front of the spring pavilion. He straightened his clothes without any wrinkles and raised his hand to knock lightly. He opened the door and waited until the voice of invitation came from inside, then he carefully opened the door and went in.
The private room is very large, but the space between the door and the tea table is blocked by a screen, so you can't see the people drinking tea inside.
What was painted on the screen was a story about borrowing an umbrella from the West Lake. However, Situ Jin was not in the mood to appreciate the flowers on the screen at this time. He couldn't help but lowered his body a little and said, "Young Master, people have moved."
He spoke in a very soft voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing the elegant mood of the person inside.
"Situ, come in, what are you doing standing at the door? This is your territory," the man said with a smile.
"Yes," Situ Jin stood up straight before walking around the screen.
Behind the screen is a wooden round tea table. Beside the tea table, Zheng Wuming is holding a cup of tea and shaking it gently, staring at the tea cup, as if he is very interested in the ripples.
He didn't speak, and Situ Jin didn't dare to speak either. He just stood beside him, his hands folded in front of his lower abdomen, and his body slightly bent, just like the eunuchs who used to be around the emperor.
"Look at you, you are so reserved." Zheng Wuming glanced at him and asked him to sit across from him, and then asked, "Are our people following?"
"Follow me," Situ Jin asked doubtfully, "Master, is this useful? Yan's skills are very good, and I think that old guy is not weak either."
Situ Jin was bullied and frightened by Yan Murong. That bastard had good medical skills and great martial arts. He never suffered a loss. He would make anyone suffer a loss. Moreover, according to the young master, that old guy was his master - ----The apprentice is so good, can the master be inferior?
"Do you think I want to kill them?" Zheng Wuming asked with a smile. Then, without waiting for Situ Jin's answer, he said, "Wrong. You know, this is a society ruled by law, and murder is illegal."
"Yeah," Situ Jin responded in a low voice, but didn't say anything.
"I just want to give them a reminder," Zheng Wuming said with a half-smile, "He shouldn't come back,"
Situ Jin didn't know who he was talking about, but he knew that there were some things he shouldn't ask.
"Oh, by the way," Zheng Wuming said suddenly, "Just leave Han Xiang there, it's of no use."
"What do you mean, young master," Situ Jin asked.
"Do you think Yan Murong would be stupid enough to tell her everything?" Zheng Wuming asked back.
"It should be so," Situ Jin said speculatively. "Although the relationship between the Han family and the Yan family is not particularly good, it is not bad either. Moreover, the two have known each other since childhood. The person named Yan should not be suspicious of her."
"Indeed, he won't be suspicious," Zheng Wuming said with a smile, "It's just because their relationship is so good that Yan Murong won't be suspicious - similarly, Han Xiang won't hide anything from Yan Murong."
"Ah," Situ Jin was startled, "didn't that woman tell him everything? Then he knew it was me -----"
"It doesn't matter," Zheng Wuming waved his hand and interrupted him, "Just because he won't be suspicious doesn't mean he completely believes her. Otherwise, why do you think he would let that woman build another Yuhuatai in Hong Kong?"
"Please make it clear, young master," Situ Jin said. He is suitable to be a dandy who eats, drinks, has fun and waits for death. Let him play these intrigues. His IQ is not enough.
"It's very simple." Zheng Wuming smiled. "By doing this, Yan Murong can be said to have the best of both worlds. Let her build another Yuhuatai in Hong Kong. It will not only help her network more contacts, but also give her a suitable excuse not to let her go." It’s great to have her by your side all the time,”
"Okay, you go back first." After saying that, Zheng Wuming waved to him, and Situ Jin stood up without saying a word, turned around and walked out.
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"Debt demand," Yan Murong shuddered and almost drove the car onto the highway barrier.
This old man wants to run to Nanjing in the middle of the night, not to find his sister, but to collect a debt.
Damn it, you go to ask for a debt in the middle of the night. What kind of debt do you want? Aren't you afraid that people will scold your ancestral grave?
"Go and collect the debt," the old man repeated, and he leaned on the soft leather chair and closed his eyes to sleep. This made Yan Murong extremely depressed. He thought to himself that the old man was not crazy. Why should he go to collect the debt in the middle of the night? , Aren't you afraid of being beaten with a stick? You know, the creditor is now the grandson, and the one who owes money is the uncle.
Yan Murong stopped talking. Suddenly, after glancing at the light in the rearview mirror, his eyes became sharp. When he looked at the old man again, he also sat up.
"Your friend," the old man asked.
"My friends won't sneak around and follow me,"
"Then go and make friends," the old man said calmly.
Make friends, Yan Murong thought to himself. This old man has been holding back his anger for thirty years. He probably needs someone to vent his anger to tonight. The unlucky kid in the car behind you is going to hit the target.
Yan Murong slowly stepped on the brakes and was about to pull the car over when a feeling of danger suddenly came to his heart. Then, a bright light flashed in the rearview mirror, and the car suddenly became shorter and the body of the car began to shake. .
Damn it, these bastards actually used guns. Yan Murong's anger immediately surged up ----- What the hell are you doing wrong? You have to hit someone else's car. You don't know that this car is new, oh, No, it's a new one. It's only been open for a day.
What made Yan Murong even more angry was that the moment the tire was hit by a bullet, the old man opened the door and jumped out.
You still treat me as your disciple, why don't you abandon me so ruthlessly?
Brake, turn off the engine, and jump the vehicle.
Yan Murong completed these three actions in one second. By the time he jumped out of the car, the old man had already jumped out of the isolation belt and ran away. Yan Murong didn't stop much, and jumped down one meter. What a high foundation, and ran after the old man.
"哐-----"
There was a loud noise, and when Yan Murong turned around, he saw that the off-road vehicle following them had hit the isolation belt directly. The vehicle jumped down from the foundation of more than one meter high, throwing up a cloud of dust. When he saw When he reached the roof of the car, he was stunned.
Damn, wasn't the old man running ahead? When did he jump to the roof of the car?