The weasel's favorite food is chicken, and if I want to get rid of it, I have to start with the chicken.

Since ancient times, most weasels like to eat chickens, especially the big roosters with red crests. To use a metaphor: they are basically like perverts who see beautiful women and cannot walk.

Immortals separated from the human body are no better than human brains. I only need to use a big cock to lure it, and it will naturally take the bait.

If you want to eat, you have to let the real body come here. When I find the real body of this grandson, I can take care of it how I want to.

"Uncle Zhang, what on earth did you get into when you went to the northeast? Why did Huang Xian'er follow you to the south?" I sat on the sofa wearing copper coins with a red string and asked curiously: "What did you do?

Got into trouble with it?"

Zhang Qinghai was still chatting with his wife. When he heard my question, he smiled bitterly and sighed. He didn't care that the cigarette case I put on the table was blue and yellow, which cost 5 yuan a pack. He took out a cigarette and was very surprised.

Natural point.

"How long have you not smoked this cigarette?" Zhang Qinghai laughed and smoked. Seeing my puzzled face, he blinked at me: "Brother Zhang, I started from scratch when I was seventeen years old. Don't say I was a blue man at the time.

I've smoked yellow, even soft yellow."

Hearing this, I was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "You are awesome enough."

Zhang Qinghai started from scratch, I really didn’t know about this.

Zhang Qinghai is now in his forties or fifties. In other words, it took him decades to finally build a fortune larger than that of Xie Tianhe... This perseverance is quite impressive.

I admire him from the bottom of my heart.

"I went to Shenyang a few days ago for business. Who knew I would bump into that thing..." Zhang Qinghai's smile was extremely bitter. He shook his head and leaned on the sofa and said, "It's a long story."

According to Zhang Qinghai, the purpose of his trip to Shenyang last week was to make investments. The investment object seemed to be a real estate company. Of course, these were irrelevant to the point.

The point is that on Zhang Qinghai's last night in Shenyang, he provoked Huang Xian'er because of a seemingly "simple" thing.

That night, Zhang Qinghai did not go back to the hotel directly from the investment company. Instead, he wandered on the streets of Shenyang by himself. He said that he had not been back to the Northeast for many years and took the opportunity to go shopping.

Zhang Qinghai is from Northeast China. He came to Guiyang with his family at the age of fifteen and has settled in Guiyang ever since.

His family probably didn't expect that he would become a rich man as soon as he settled there.

After wandering around the streets of Shenyang until after eleven o'clock, Zhang Qinghai took a taxi back to the hotel.

After getting off the car at the door of the hotel, Zhang Qinghai walked towards the hotel door with a cigarette in his mouth. He didn't find anything wrong at that time, but just as he stepped into the door, he suddenly felt someone calling him.

"Oh no, it's really crazy." Zhang Qinghai cursed when he said this, with a look of helplessness on his face: "I am also quite stupid. I followed the sound out of nowhere, and ended up walking to a street across the street.

In the alley, guess what I saw?"

"What did you see?" I asked, frowning. Isn't this Zhang Qinghai's fault? Was it Huang Xian'er who took the initiative?

Zhang Qinghai lit another cigarette and smoked it. After taking a breath, he lowered his voice and said, "I saw four paper figures playing mahjong."

My brows furrowed sharply. Paper figures are playing mahjong? What is going on?

"The situation at that time was strange, and I felt it was inexplicable." Seeing that his wife's face was a little pale, Zhang Qinghai hurriedly comforted her with a few words, and said to me with a look of fear on his face: "I wasn't scared at all at that time.

He seemed to be standing still, watching them play mahjong attentively."

As Zhang Qinghai narrated, the look on my face became more and more ugly. Until the end, I wanted to slap him. Aren't you a bitch?

The situation at that time was very strange, but Zhang Qinghai didn't notice it at all. He was probably so fascinated that he couldn't react. He was watching four paper figures playing mahjong like an idiot, and he was quite happy watching it.

As he was playing, Zhang Qinghai made a sound because he saw one of the paper figures playing out the card that was about to be blurred.

"Why did you beat Dongfeng out?! That's wrong! It's useless for you to keep the extra sheets and tubes!" At that time, Zhang Qinghai spoke righteously and guided the paper man to victory with a sense of justice.

Directions: "Take a shot!"

At that time, the cards on the table were inexplicably neat. These paper figures played the same cards in every round, but Zhang Qinghai was fascinated and did not notice it.

In the first round, everyone played the east wind, in the second round, they all played three strips, and in the third round, they all played the west wind.

In the fourth round, the paper man was about to hit Dongfeng, but was stopped by Zhang Qinghai.

"Do you really want to take a shot?" The blush on the paper man's face was heavy. It made a clicking sound when it turned its neck. It stared at Zhang Qinghai with strange eyes and asked again: "Do you really want to take a shot?"

?”

As the words fell, the other three paper figures also turned their faces, smiled slightly, and looked at Zhang Qinghai sinisterly.

"What's the point of playing if you don't play a tube? You can't touch anything else! Isn't this a card call?" Zhang Qinghai was very anxious, as if he was playing mahjong, and he couldn't wait to go into battle himself.

"Come and beat it for me." The paper man stood up with a smile. His movements were not only weird, but also made a clicking sound. Zhang Qinghai didn't pay attention at all. He sat down on the stool, took a tube and started shooting.

On the table.

"One tube!" Zhang Qinghai laughed.

"West." The paper man next to him looked at the West Wind played in the last round in front of him.

"West." Another paper man also looked at the west wind he had hit.

"West." The last sitting paper man also made the same action, the sinister smile in his smile made people shudder.

While Zhang Qinghai was in a daze, the paper man standing behind him patted his shoulder gently, laughing extremely thinly: "It's time to go."

When he heard this, Zhang Qinghai woke up and turned around. Looking left and right, he saw that the paper man and the mahjong table had long disappeared, as if everything before was just a dream.

"I also thought this was something evil. I planned to find someone to check it out when I returned to Guiyang. Who knew I would lose consciousness just after arriving at the airport." Zhang Qinghai said with a bitter smile.

"You are really free... Just let the paper figures play mahjong... What are you looking at..." I was helpless to the extreme. Seeing Zhang Qinghai's face full of sarcasm, I

It was hard to say anything else, so I could only shake my head: "This mahjong is not something ordinary people can interfere with casually."

Mahjong is not only a gambling tool, but also a rather evil thing.

People love to play this thing, and so do ghosts and evil spirits. The reason why some people say not to play cards outdoors at night is precisely for this reason.

Because you don’t know if there will be an evildoer nearby watching you play mahjong. If he becomes addicted to it and you stop playing, something may happen to you.

There is a taboo on playing mahjong at night, called Yitong Guixi.

If everyone played the west wind in the last round, then in the new round, they must not play a single pot. Even if a pot is a waste card, it must be saved for the next round.

One tube returns to the west, which is homophonic, meaning returns to the west together.

If this card is played out, if you are lucky, nothing will happen, or if you are unlucky, all four of you may encounter something they shouldn't encounter.

In fact, I don’t understand why these strange situations occur when playing this card. Is it a ghost or something? I can’t figure it out.

The old man doesn't seem to understand, he only knows that there is such a taboo passed down from ancient times.

"What happened..." I sighed, but before I could speak, Zhang Qinghai suddenly changed the topic to the main topic: "Xiao Yi, this matter is over, how much do you want, please tell me.

,Brother Zhang gives it to you."

I thought about it carefully, scratched my head, and turned to Hai Dongqing's ear: "How much short do you have to buy a house?"

"There is a house that has been resold above the wreath shop. Adding in the 150,000 that Uncle Fatty has in his bank card, there is still 100,000 left." Hai Dongqing said calmly, glanced at Zhang Qinghai, and whispered: "You are asking for a high price."

point."

"How much?" I had no idea at this time, so I could only ask for his opinion. After all, I really have no idea about money.

"Ten million."

Hai Dongqing's words gave me an impulse to kill. If I had a watermelon knife on hand, I would definitely hold it up with an angry expression and give him a "Yi Family Sanction".

Seeing that the muscles on my face began to twitch, Hai Dongqing tilted his head, looked at me, and asked again.

"Is it missing?"

"You are so evil. Do you want me to suffer retribution? Or do you want to see me die in vain?" I cursed angrily.

Hai Dongqing was stunned: "Doesn't dying without disease mean dying normally without disease? The ancients also said that this is the highest state of death."

"You are so ignorant. There are two understandings of this word. When applied to ordinary people, it means what you said, but when applied to warlocks, it means that there is no disease but the life span is half way, that is, there is no disease at all.

It's a sign of sudden death." I cursed, then turned around and returned my voice to normal, and said a little embarrassedly: "Brother Zhang, I still have less money to buy a house... so what..."

(The term "die without illness" has two interpretations. One refers to dying without illness, which is a state of death that the ancients longed for, that is, death without illness (or disease), but the other interpretation is death without illness.

He died, or he died without getting sick. The word "er" has many meanings, which can be understood as "of, but, just", etc. I won't explain too much here. For details, please consult Baidu Encyclopedia and Sosou Encyclopedia.

, or various dictionaries.)

Before I finished speaking, Zhang Qinghai waved his hand and interrupted me: "I'll give you a house. Tell me where you want a house in Guiyang. If you want it, Brother Zhang will get it for you within three days."

"No, I just need some money. I only have enough money to buy a house..." I blushed a little. In fact, I am not that thick-skinned, especially for such a person who seems to be easy to get along with.

It's a bit embarrassing to ask for money...

"One hundred thousand." Hai Dongqing may have remembered what Uncle Fatty told me, and didn't say anything like "I want ten million" that would make people want to kill him.

"Xiao Yi, are you not giving Brother Zhang face?" Zhang Qinghai was a little unhappy, raised his hand and patted my shoulder, and asked funnyly: "You think my life is not as important as this house?"

"One hundred thousand." Hai Dongqing looked at Zhang Qinghai calmly.

I smiled and said to Zhang Qinghai: "Brother Zhang, believe me. If I take too much money, I will suffer disaster in the future. This is the rule in the industry."

Zhang Qinghai was stunned for a moment. He wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say it. He could only shake his head: "Okay, I will ask someone to bring you the cash later. If anything happens in the future, tell Brother Zhang. I

help you."

"Okay." I laughed and nodded. I tied the last copper coin tightly on the red rope and looked at the clock on the wall: "It's almost time. You go to the bedroom and I'll get it for you.

Take some insurance measures and the beast will come soon."

"You go up too." I turned to look at Hai Dongqing, without any intention of joking in my eyes, and said: "Just leave the rest to me. Don't come down if you hear the sound, otherwise you will cause trouble. Listen to me

Just a word of advice, don’t try to show off, as long as I’m here.”

Hai Dongqing looked at me without saying a word, and after a while, nodded.
Chapter completed!