Being able to live in this place where you have to pass by the road where you are welcomed and sent off, there are endless strange things to hear every day, coupled with the special gift of photographic memory, it is so amazing that no one knows everything. Reputation is not surprising, so it is not surprising that such a strange person is a cripple or paralyzed at night.
It is said that capable people are more strange than ugly people, and it is nothing more than jealousy of talented people.
It's just that this slovenly man whose appearance really doesn't dare to be complimented doesn't care about the eyes of the people around him, and does his best to please people with his servile appearance, "Master Meng is here..."
Although he didn't say it clearly, Meng Cui, who had another arrogant attitude towards the refugees in this group of villains, squeezed out a "hmm" from his nose.
The sloppy man, who has long been accustomed to outsiders' disdain for him and doesn't care at all, wiped his red nose with his sleeve, rubbed his hands, and asked with a meaningful smile: "Old rules?"
Even though Meng Ji was three feet tall and could not reach the chest of a normal person, he was small but powerful. There was no change in his expression. There was only a tightening at the corners of his eyes, and he asked in a calm tone, "Don't you believe me?"
The sloppy man's smile became even more flattering, and he said hurriedly: "I don't dare, I don't dare." But his smile did not diminish, and he still said the same three words just now, "Old rules."
The meaning couldn't be more obvious, no matter who it is, rules are rules.
Meng Ji didn't say anything, and looked straight at the sloppy man who was still taller than him, nodding and bowing. It was obvious that the other man was trying to refute his face, which made the former emperor's Imperial Guard a little worried.
Having never eaten pork and seen pigs running, Ye Sangeng naturally understood that the so-called rules of these intelligence dealers who wandered in the darkest side and relied on opportunism for a living were nothing more than to use money to do things, not to get paid for things.
Obviously giving money first and then doing things will make people feel like they are being manipulated. Meng Cui, who has been teasing others all his life, naturally doesn't get used to it.
Not wanting to cause any trouble, Ye Sangen took out a heavy silver ingot instead of broken silver, and threw it away before Meng Cui could raise his hand to stop it.
The sloppy man took the silver ingot very quickly and weighed it without looking at the quality. He was still flattering with a smile, this time not towards Meng Cui, but towards Midnight.
A person like him can naturally tell who the customer is this time.
Naturally, I could see what this sloppy guy meant, and I was slightly shocked in the middle of the night. Although I had never had any idea about money, and I had spent money freely since I was a child, but I also knew that the piece of money I just threw away was worth at least five or six dollars. Two, it was more than half a year's expenses for an average person, but obviously the other party still found it too little.
The sloppy man had a sly smile on his face and said cheerfully: "This man is very handsome. I think this is his first time here. The top and bottom are the same. The emphasis is on getting money to do things. But you also know that what we sell in this business is... News about other people is somewhat taboo, so I can only make a little more, and enjoy myself in the moment, so as not to offend some boss next time and lose my head. I have a life to make money but not a life to spend."
Naturally, he understood the shady difficulties faced by such brokers, and also knew the enormous benefits that such people could reap by just talking to each other. In the middle of the night, he casually took out a silver ingot and threw it over.
He caught it quickly without looking at it, stuffed it into his arms, and said with a sly smile: "You know this, I have a big family to support, and I have an eighty-year-old mother who is ill. There is a baby under the bed, waiting to be fed. It is not easy at all. For someone like me who runs errands and works for others, it is very common to pay for it. You look at it and secretly give two rewards. It is pitiful that we have people who have no one to support them. A family of young and old.”
The more he listened, the more outrageous Ye Sangen became. He frowned. These two times must have been twelve full-sized silver ingots, or official silver. I dare not say anything else. Even if he went up to buy a piece of land, it would be more than enough. , how can you still ask for it so loudly? If you were to ask a beggar to inquire about a person, not to mention ten taels, even one tael would make you want to find out the eighteenth generation of this person's ancestors.
Meng Ji's face also straightened down, his eyes tightened, and his tone was very unhappy, "Boy, if I don't give you face, I have to push the envelope. I don't believe that no one knows the whereabouts of Xiao Lingtong except you."
Since this person was not the rightful owner yet, he suddenly felt a pang of pain from the twelve taels of snowflakes and silver that had just been thrown out in the middle of the night.
The sloppy man rubbed his nose again and said with a smile: "Then Master Meng will go find someone else, and the villain will never stop him."
The situation reached a stalemate for a while.
Obviously knowing that no one other than himself would be able to find Xiao Lingtong, the slovenly man didn't care about the sharp look in Meng Cui's eyes.
In the end, Si Yanwei, who was said to have killed his whole family just because he got a nickname, compromised.
Seeing Meng Qi already reaching into his arms, he quickly took out a few more pieces of silver in the middle of the night. This was all his belongings.
The sloppy man took it, knowing that the quality of it was not as good as the two ingots in his arms. He took out one and put it on his back molar, bit it gently and looked at the mark. He smiled reluctantly and said: "Forget it, I'll take it as a day." Do a good deed and come with me.”
Reluctantly, he put the tattered wooden board on the ground aside to show that it belonged to the owner and to prove that this place was owned by the owner. Then he touched a torch on the wall and left this place first. A shabby earth temple.
The sloppy man walked in front holding a torch, and three people followed behind.
Meng Qi explained in a low voice: "This man's name is Wei Zhuang. He is Xiao Lingtong's contact person in the villain's pit. If you want to find Xiao Lingtong, you must first find him to know where Xiao Lingtong is."
Ye San, who then understood the identity of this sloppy man, was even more shocked. The contact with Xiao Lingtong was done by Song Li on his behalf. After all, the refugees who were also trapped by the evil people were much more effective than him, an outsider.
Ye San couldn't help but laugh, "How big of an identity does he deserve to have an entourage?"
Meng Ji disagreed, "You may not know that until now, no one except this Wei Zhuang has seen Xiao Lingtong's true face."
Ye San was even more surprised and turned his head to look at Meng Qi next to him who had just put his arm around him.
He could guess the look on his face in the middle of the night without looking at it. Meng Cui continued: "This is more indicative of this person's scheming. It is definitely not a coincidence that he can know some people and some things. The kind of thing he does is also a brain. It's a dangerous business to wear on your waistband. You might say something that offends someone, and you might be killed the next moment. Keeping your true identity secret like this is also a way to protect yourself."
At midnight, he still didn't believe it and asked doubtfully: "How is it possible that no one has seen a living person despite the many people who have come to him for information over the years?"
Meng Ji glanced at Wei Zhuang, a slovenly Han man with a frivolous demeanor in front of him, "Xiao Lingtong would only tell Wei Zhuang where he went and what he was doing, so this was the only way to find him. And the place where he was asked every time was also It’s different. Sometimes it’s in a dilapidated house in a villain’s den, sometimes it’s a gambling den or a hook-and-rail yard in a ghost market. It’s never fixed, and I never meet anyone, one is inside and the other is outside. I just choose each time. But all places have one thing in common, it is very easy to escape. Someone once broke in during questioning because Xiao Lingtong's asking price was too high. He also wanted to see Xiao Lingtong's true face, but at that time, except for Wei Village, Xiao Lingtong was already there. The person ran away the moment he came in.”
"so smart?"
In the middle of the night, I had to re-examine this strange man.
Meng Ji sneered and said: "Of course you have to be more familiar with the ways to save your life."
Late in the night he asked: "Why does Xiao Lingtong trust Wei Zhuang so much?"
Meng Ji snorted disdainfully, "Who would reject an obedient dog?"
Ye Sangen curled his lips and said: "Actually, the way to see Xiao Lingtong is very simple. Just arrest Wei Zhuang and force Xiao Lingtong to show up."
Meng Ji raised his head and glanced at Midnight, "Do you think you are the only one who is smart? Capture Wei Zhuang. Of course Wei Zhuang doesn't know where Xiao Lingtong has gone. How can he force him to show up?"
Ye Sangen smiled awkwardly at his idea of going into a dead end, but he suddenly thought of Jiugong Yan, whom he met at the watershed more than a month ago. That Fuying man was extremely skilled in disguise, and his face could cover three or four layers. It is also difficult to detect.
The third update of the night asked: "Is it possible that Xiao Lingtong is Wei Zhuang pretending to be? This can be regarded as a way to save his life."
Meng Ji shook his head, "When you see Xiao Lingtong later, you will know that it is definitely not this kid pretending to be him."
Wei Zhuang just walked in front, not caring about the people behind him, and walked around in a deserted and dilapidated courtyard. Wei Zhuang called out "Uncle Xiao", still in a flattering tone. It was not difficult to see who this man was talking about. They are all like turtle grandsons, with no backbone at all.
In front of gold and silver, there are no heroes. Anyone who doesn't give up for five buckets of rice is not hungry enough.
Integrity is of no use except to keep one's mouth dry.
Wei Zhuang turned his head and smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Meng, it's still the old rule. You guys wait outside. I'll go in and call Uncle Xiao. From yesterday to this evening, Uncle Xiao has been staying in the ghost market pushing Pai Gow. If he comes back, he will definitely sleep. You have to die rightly."
Meng Chu didn't reply, and Wei Zhuang held a torch and entered the wooden house that was also called a house.
As the light in the room swayed, Wei Zhuang came out again in a few breaths, "Uncle Xiao is not here, he should be in the red building in the ghost market."
Red Mansion, as the name suggests, is a very red building.
Therefore, by analogy, the red building is naturally the place where women stay.
There is only one answer to a place that can bring many, many women together, and can also let men in: the brothel.
Having gone deep into the ghost market at midnight, he naturally knew this place, so he hesitated in his heart.
Naturally knowing the difficulties of midnight, Meng Cuo said: "Why don't you go to the Baojia office and wait, and I can help you ask."
In the middle of the night, he frowned, thought deeply, and asked, "Is the Red Mansion still at the entrance to the ghost market?"
Before Meng Ji could speak, Wei Zhuang said: "That will definitely not be changed. It has been an old rule for many years."
In the middle of the night, he had his own concerns and said: "Then I will go there and come back immediately after asking."
After all, there were many things that were inconvenient to explain to Meng Ji clearly, so it was impossible for Meng Ji to ask questions on his behalf and go there in person. Naturally, he himself knew most about many things.
Meng Ji raised his head, his eyes full of meaning, "It's not appropriate."
Naturally, he was worried that the appearance of the midnight watch would reach the ears of the ghost market manager. If any unexpected changes occurred, it would be no joke.
After all, compared to Song Li who broke into his woman's room, the culprit who almost turned him into a homeless dog is the person whom Zong Laozi hates the most.
Ye Sangen smiled calmly and said: "It doesn't matter, I'll come back as soon as I go. It just so happens that I also want to see who this Xiao Lingtong is."
