"Sir...Sir! I don't know if this is a military master. Those people are not wearing military uniforms..."
Just one sentence made Mr. Yang feel cold.
Although there is a saying that soldiers are like combs and bandits are like grates, it seems that soldiers are more distressed than bandits.
But now is not the same as in those early years, those military lords still had some conscience, and they could still get by with some money.
And I heard that the person in charge of their Shaanxi province now is a Mr. Song. This Mr. Song has a strict military management, and he should be able to spend it no matter how much money he finds.
But if another wave of bandits enters the city, this...this...
Then their old town of Chencang is completely ruined.
"Then who wins now?" Mr. Yang asked quickly.
"It's hard to say who won. I couldn't see clearly from a distance, but looking at the massacre of Mr. Li's men, many of the corpses on the street belonged to his men!
I guess the new guy has a better chance of winning. "
Hearing what Old Man Zhang said, Mr. Yang felt both relieved and uneasy at the same time.
If Mr. Li loses, his wife and daughter may have a chance to save their lives. He can only hope that the new Mr. Li is not the kind of person who does all kinds of evil.
Just when he was about to go back to the house, sit down, drink some tea, calm down and discuss countermeasures.
Da da da! ~
Suddenly, there was a heavy sound of horse hooves outside, and the originally quiet house suddenly started to jump up and down.
The women and family members entered the house one after another, and the servants and caregivers hurriedly gathered around Mr. Yang.
But no matter how you gather them together, there are only about ten people in these servants and guards.
Originally, Mr. Yang had hundreds of servants guarding the courtyard, but because he had resisted Li Shuiwa a little, most of them were killed to vent his anger.
"Put down your weapons. What the hell are you doing with these guns?"
Seeing that each of these nurses was holding a gun, Mr. Yang suddenly became angry and cursed.
Wasn't the killing by Li Shuiwa ruthless enough before?
Upon hearing this, the servants and guards hurriedly threw away their firearms. If they didn't have enough, they all hid them in the house.
Master Yang held his breath and concentrated, hoping that the sound of horse hooves was just passing by, but unfortunately, the damn horse's hooves stopped right in front of their house.
Boom, boom, boom!
"Open the door! Open the door!"
There was an angry voice outside the door. Seeing this, Mr. Yang closed his eyes and nodded to Old Man Zhang.
Old man Zhang carefully opened the door bolt with a sad face and opened it a crack, "Excuse me, gentlemen..."
boom!
Without waiting for Old Man Zhang to finish speaking, he kicked the door open with a sudden kick. Old Man Zhang suddenly felt like a rubber ball and rolled back several times before stopping in embarrassment.
Immediately afterwards, a large group of people filed in densely, and the large courtyard was immediately packed to the brim.
"Who is the boss here? Come out and speak!"
Master Yang saw a skinny man shouting in a high-pitched voice.
"Hey, this master! Young old man Yang has met you! I wonder what you call him?"
"Are you the head of the family? I'm not the master, our master Zhao is here!"
The monkey glanced at Mr. Yang, then stepped aside to reveal Zhao Ming behind him.
Hearing this, Mr. Yang couldn't help but look up and was suddenly shocked.
Bad thing, a younger bandit leader has arrived.
He secretly complained in his heart that the younger the bandit was, the more ruthless and unscrupulous he was in doing things, because people who are strong-blooded often do things without considering any consequences.
If you kill, you will kill, if you have fun, you will have fun. If you dare to say anything wrong, he will kill your whole family.
I secretly scolded the young man in front of me that he would give birth to a son without a butthole in the future. This young man who is not bad looking would actually become a bandit. Bah!
Although he thought so in his heart, Mr. Yang's appearance was full of mockery.
"Young man, I have met Mr. Zhao... Mr. Zhao! I wonder what Mr. Zhao's orders are?"
However, the other party didn't say anything, and just walked toward the back room with his hands behind his back, looking around the yard from time to time.
This kind of behavior of looking around the host's house as soon as you enter the house is actually very rude.
But now Mr. Yang can't say a word of nonsense.
"How big is this house?"
This was the first sentence Mr. Yang heard from the other party, and there was not much emotion.
It's just that this question is a bit strange. Mr. Yang couldn't figure it out for a while, but he still said truthfully, "Go back to Mr. Zhao! This little old man's house covers an area of fifty acres."
"It's quite big and rich, right?"
This was the second sentence the other party said. Mr. Yang couldn't help but mutter in his heart, asking for money?
It would be easier if you just wanted money.
"Hey, Mr. Zhao has a keen eye. The little old man made some money in business when he was young. He is not very rich, just a small fortune."
Master Yang smiled and cupped his hands.
At the same time, he was silently sizing up the other person, and found that the other person nodded slightly, and then spoke again.
It's just that Mr. Yang almost didn't recite this sentence as soon as he said it.
"Three hundred thousand oceans! Hand over three hundred thousand oceans to buy the lives of your whole family!"
Three hundred thousand? !
Mr. Yang felt like the world was spinning.
Although the Yang family has been operating in Chencang City for five generations, they have also been in decline in the middle.
However, all assets actually amount to 7 to 8 million yuan, but many of them are fixed assets and cannot be sold off in time.
And now the other party is asking for 300,000 yuan, which will undoubtedly break Yang's capital chain.
"Zhao... Mr. Zhao... you are joking. The little old man's family has a small amount of money, but this three hundred thousand ocean..."
As he spoke, Mr. Yang took a step forward with a smile, and calmly shook out a stack of objects from his cuffs and placed them in Zhao Ming's hands.
Immediately, he took a step back, smiled and cupped his hands, "Master Zhao, a little care is not disrespectful."
But Zhao Ming looked at this thing carelessly.
This thing is actually a kind of banknote issued in 2012, with denominations ranging from a few cents to a hundred yuan.
This stack is all in denominations of 100 yuan, which is estimated to be about 10,000 yuan.
Not to mention whether this thing is enough for Zhao Ming's appetite, just this piece of shit has very low credibility.
"Zhao...Master Zhao, you...what are you doing?"
Suddenly, Mr. Yang realized something was wrong, and Mr. Zhao in front of him pulled out a knife.
But just as he was speaking, the opponent's knife was terrifyingly fast, one knife, poof!
Blood spattered, and the guard guarding Mr. Yang wailed, and fell to the ground as Zhao Ming drew his knife.
Blood!
A trace of sticky blood slipped from the tip of the knife, making Master Yang tremble with fear.
This Mr. Zhao seems to be more domineering than that Mr. Li, he kills people without any explanation!
"Give you an hour, I only want yellow croaker! If you can't put enough yellow croaker in front of me within an hour, I will kill your whole family!"
Zhao Ming's tone was calm, but the calmer it was, the more it made Mr. Yang feel a biting coldness.
In fact, it was thanks to Li Shuiwa's previous brutal behavior that Master Yang knew how unscrupulous these bandits were.
In the end, Mr. Yang compromised. After a while, the Yang family began to get busy, opening the cellar and starting to move out boxes after boxes of small yellow croakers.
Every time a box was moved out, Mr. Yang was bleeding.
They didn't give up until they piled up into a hill in the courtyard.
"Zhao...Master Zhao, this...these are worth about 200,000 oceans. If...any more, I really can't afford it!"
Mr. Yang was almost crying. Now he only hoped that the other party would only seek wealth and not risk his life.
