They waited until the Wang family's affair was completely over, the play was over, the banquet had been eaten, and all the guests had left, then they visited the Wang family compound again.
After entering the courtyard gate, he went straight to the room of the eldest brother of the Wang family, and blocked the eldest brother in the room.
Seeing this, the boss of the Wang family took out an envelope from the drawer and handed it over without saying a word.
"Brothers have been busy with my father's funeral these past few days and have put in a lot of effort. This is a little thought from our Wang family. Don't be too little for me."
Lin Yi reached out and pushed his envelope back.
"That's not why I'm here. It's almost time. Bring the old man back quickly before he gets upset again."
Lin Yi opened his mouth, and everyone in the room immediately became uproar.
"Brother Lin, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand a word?"
Boss Wang's expression suddenly became abnormal.
The look in Lin Yi's eyes changed.
"Old Lin, are you suffering from hysteria? Uncle Wang has been buried for three days. Where do you want Brother Wang to pick him up?"
Wang Qiang reached out and touched Lin Yi's forehead. Lin Yi hit his finger joints and gave him a shudder. The pain made him grimace and he quickly pulled his hand back.
Qian Sheng and Bai Lu also looked at Lin Yi with puzzled faces.
"What's going on? We're all confused."
Boss Wang's face turned red from suppressing his emotions and he hesitated for a long time without speaking.
At this moment, a familiar voice came from the suite in his room.
"Okay, I know I can't hide this from this kid. Boss, please get out."
"Uncle Wang!"
Several people followed the sound and saw old man Wang Xiangfu holding up the curtain and walking out of the back room.
"Lao San, am I seeing a ghost? Pinch me!"
"Why don't you give me a try first? I'm in a daze now. What on earth is going on?"
"Brother Lin, it turns out you know the truth. Why didn't you tell us earlier?"
Bai Lu had already understood the situation and complained.
Boss Wang nodded goodbye to them, turned around and went out to close the door tightly.
Mr. Wang held the teapot and sat on the Taishi chair, crossing his legs and looking at Lin Yi happily.
It seems that I have really lost a lot of weight, my cheeks are sunken, my complexion is not very good, and my complexion is yellow. It should be caused by lack of nutrition, and it will take a period of time to recover slowly.
"Man, I thought my plan was flawless. What went wrong and made you see the flaw?"
Lin Yi smiled and scratched his head.
"It's not that something went wrong, I just think you left too suddenly.
Moreover, when I helped you to bury you that day, your body did not feel heavy, and your joints were not particularly stiff, and there was a smell of "resurrection grass" on your body, so I checked your pulse, and there was a slight tremor, with an interval of about half a minute.
I knew that you were definitely "faking death" and that you did it intentionally. As for why you did this, I can't think of it yet. "
"Can't you figure it out? I guess you've figured it out a long time ago." Uncle Wang pointed at Lin Yi cheerfully.
"'Zi Yihou' is really causing trouble for you?"
Lin Yi asked immediately.
Mr. Wang Xiangfu nodded.
"Not two days after you left me, my third daughter-in-law said she bought an ancient painting at a low price and wanted to give it to me as a gift.
You all know her vision very well. If you have two pieces of bad money in your pocket and nothing to do with it, what can you pick up?
As a result, when I took this thing in my hand and took a look, I knew it was bad. Just take a look. "
With that said, the old man stood up and took out a scroll from the inner room and handed it over.
Qian Sheng took it with both hands, spread it flat on the table, and unfolded it little by little. On it was a fine-brush landscape painting.
No matter from the painting style, ink color or paper, to the printing, at first glance, there is no fault at all.
However, the fact that Uncle Wang can mention this matter in isolation means that there is something wrong here.
"Did you make this painting?"
Qian Sheng asked tentatively.
Uncle Wang nodded without hesitation.
"I made it, and I sold it to Lu Yulin after I finished it."
"Lu Yulin? Isn't that a descendant of Lu Qinzhai?" Bai Lu still had an impression of this name.
"Yes, it's him. This was the last item I traded with him. From then on, we completely lost contact. This painting passed through the hands of Lao San's family and was transferred to me. I knew the enemy was coming.
The other party now not only knows that I sold them new gadgets, but also knows that we are very close. "
Uncle Wang stretched out his hands and gestured to each other.
"So you came up with such a trick to hide the truth?"
"It's not that I came up with it, it's that the other party wanted to use this painting to kill me. It's just that their methods were a little too shallow. They were all leftover tricks played by their predecessors."
As he spoke, Uncle Wang stretched out his hand and lightly wiped it on the painting, rubbed it on his fingertips, and waved his hand a few times in front of their eyes.
A strange fragrance spread into everyone's nostrils.
"What does it smell like? It smells so good!"
"It smells like butterfly orchid!"
Lin Yi sniffed his nose a few times and immediately identified the source of this strange fragrance.
"You guys know your stuff! Tell them about it."
"This thing is produced in South America. It is a wild orchid. The pollen is picked during the peak flowering period. After drying and blending, it can be made into a very powerful fantasy powder.
Once a large amount is inhaled, various hallucinations will occur and there is a risk of fatality. This kind of case often occurs in North America. Excessive inhalation of D product can lead to myocardial infarction. "
Wang Qiang and the others finally came to their senses.
"Oh, so that's how my heart attack came about. You're so clever at hiding it from the world and trying to pull it off. How did you hide it from those doctors?"
Uncle Wang chuckled.
"Buddha said, don't say it, don't say it. This forced the old man and I really had no choice. The strategy I came up with should be regarded as my actual combat exercise eight hundred years later."
"You said it lightly, but everyone in the family, from the leaders to the villagers, took it seriously."
"Isn't that just right? Although Wang Xiangfu is 'gone', I can still continue to argue with the 'Zi Yihou' and the others, and let them have a taste of being tripped up behind their backs."
"According to what you said, you always want to 'declare war' with them?"
"Man, remember, I never cause trouble, and I'm not afraid of trouble. These people are now bullying me at the door of my house. If I don't declare war with them, what are I waiting for?
Now there is no such person as Wang Xiangfu in the world. Once I die, my sons will live their own lives. As time goes by, who will remember who I am? "
Qian Sheng couldn't help but wonder: "Then how can you fight with them if you are anonymous now? If we need anything else, we will come to you every two days, so don't we have to reveal the truth?"
Uncle Wang looked at Qian Sheng and smiled meaningfully.
"Then if you learn how to make my dumplings and run towards me, will you still be afraid of exposing the stuffing?" (End of Chapter)
