An Weihong's heart was inspiration, and his instant pleasure of turning the tables was even more exciting than the first time he was sixteen years old. His right hand holding the pistol couldn't help but tremble. Because it was shaking too hard, the white napkin covering the gun was almost about to slide down. An Weihong's handsome face was twisted with a twist: "Tsk tsk, boy, I didn't expect it, youarenaive." He excitedly said English.

Of course, Xue Xiang understood that he was mocking his childishness. His smile remained unabashed and asked in disguise: "Mr. An, you can't do this. This is a violation of the rules of the stubborn circle. It will not affect you if it is spread."

An Weihong spat and said, "What kind of bullshit stubborn master circle? It's a fucking group of gangsters. You have bullshit influence. Come, come and knelt down and kowtow three times. I'll spare you today, otherwise don't blame me for leaving a look on you. I believe that no one dares to do anything to me if I do this. At most, the guards will get fire. Don't move around. My shooting skills are very poor. Don't be ready to hit your leg. It will be difficult to deal with it when you hit your head."

Xue Xiang picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured a full glass of his goblet. The line of the wine was slightly higher than the edge of the glass but did not overflow. This hand was very beautiful, but unfortunately no one appreciated it. Xue Xiang did not pick up the wine glass, smoked a lightly, and said with a smile: "Mr. An, I am a man who is born with hard knees and can't bend down. Otherwise, you can shoot me to treat it, and you can hit me on my knees. When I interrupted my picking it up, my knees would not be so hard."

Hu Hongzhuang was so depressed today. If such a big deal happened after having dinner, the "third brother" in front of him was really good. You said that you had seized the gun and negotiated the conditions with An Weihong. I just returned the gun to him like this. Now it's great. You'll bite the snake and it's three points to the bone.

An Weihong was a little stunned, and he didn't understand. Is the guy in front of him really not afraid of death, or is he just a fool, and he is still talking like this with a smile when he is pointed at by a gun. At present, he really doesn't know what to do. He asked him to shoot, but he really doesn't have the courage to do it, but if he doesn't shoot, he will push him to the corner of the wall with words. What should he do? An Weihong's hands are no longer trembling, he is no longer excited, but he is starting to make things difficult.

Xue Xiang knew the virtues of these top yamen. They had killed and set fire. They had seen it and did it, but they all looked at others, or instructed people around them to do it. At most, he brought a scarf and waved a paper fan behind him. If he really handed the swords and guns to them and asked them to do it, he would probably be trembling and would not dare to sweat. Xue Xiang smiled and said, "Mr. An, please do it quickly, my knees are stiff."

An Weihong wiped the sweat stains on his forehead and snorted: "Boy, don't be shameless. It's too late for me to shoot me if you regret it. You'd better do as I said just now, and I'll let you go."

"Mr. An, you are too unhappy and don't bother to talk nonsense to you. If you don't shoot, I'll fire it." After Xue Xiang finished speaking, he turned the gun in his hand, which had just been filled with wine, and pulled the trigger. A huge muffled sound spread around with a "bang". The wide and noisy hall suddenly fell and could be heard. The wine splashed, red as blood, and the glass did not scatter, but a small hole was pierced at the bottom of the cup, and the body of the cup broke. The bullet penetrated through the tabletop covered by the floral cloth.

As soon as Xue Xiang's gunshot sounded, An Weihong seemed to have lost his soul, standing still. Hu Hongzhuang looked at the muzzle in Xue Xiang's hand foolishly, as if he wanted to make sure that the bullet had been shot from the gun just now. The faint smoke at the muzzle and the smell of gunpowder emitted in the air forced Hu Hongzhuang to believe that he had indeed fired the gun just now. Hu Hongzhuang really couldn't figure out why he was so brave. He knew An Weihong's identity and actually dared to shoot, a desperate person!

After the gunshots, there was a sudden riot in the hall. Some people were looking around to find the source of the loud noise. They were alert to hear that it might be the gunshots that were about to get up and leave, and some were scolding the restaurant manager... Kang Tong and Lei Xiaotian were sitting upright and not moving, although they were also frightened: Third brother is having a big time this time! But this is not the first time they have seen Xue Xiang fire a gun.

Xue Xiang stood up and said aloud: "Dear comrades at dining, the sound just now was from our table. My little brother's guard's gun belt was loose, and he hit the table and fired. Fortunately, he didn't hurt anyone. I'm sorry. My brother said that I would give each table a bottle of red wine, one is to suppress the shock and the other is to apologize. Okay, please continue to eat." Xue Xiang was very alert. If you don't deal with this matter quickly, it will cause trouble for the police.

Everyone thought that the young man with the guard was not a simple person. The guard was still sitting as if nothing had happened after firing the gun. It must be that the background was very deep. You should not bother yourself to avoid causing trouble. Besides, you still have the wine to be shocked, and they sat back with the idea that it would be better to be less than to have more things. Only a few young men took advantage of the panic and left the number and had a meal with a tyrant. The restaurant manager had to admit that he was unlucky. The old man with guns on this table was willing to explain to the restaurant and keep the diners. They were already very grateful and dared not come forward and asked them to pay the meals for the tables that were distracted.

"Mr. An Da, you won't be unhappy if you have made money." Xue Xiang patted An Weihong's stiff shoulder and took the gun in his hand. An Weihong stood stupidly, holding the gun in his hand loosely. When Xue Xiang came to take it, he did not move at all. Xue Xiang took the gun and took out the magazine, and it was empty. It turned out that Xue Xiang had already replaced the magazine when he borrowed a white napkin to block the view of several people before handing the gun to An Weihong. How could Xue Xiang have fucked his life in his hand? He wanted to use this to see An Weihong's nature.

An Weihong came to his senses for a long time. When he heard Xue Xiang ask, he hurriedly said, "No cost, no cost, this matter is entirely caused by me. I should treat you. The waiter comes over and gives us three servings of secret foie gras and butter-grilled fish on the table, so hurry up."

Xue Xiang knew that the time was almost done and it was time to talk about the main business. He turned his head to Hu Hongzhuang and said, "Sister Hongzhuang, are you full? Please come back first when you are full. My Young Master An and I have something to talk about. Let's keep your words for my future brother-in-law. I will help Young Master An solve the problem of calligraphy and painting."

Hu Hongzhuang received this promise, and said with a smile, "I'm full and full, so I'll go back first, and I'll invite you two again." She had been feeling like she was feeling in pins and needles. This ghost place was not a place for eating, a knife, a gun, or an arrow, it was simply a battlefield. The most important thing was that her treasure was kept, so she didn't care how Xue Xiang helped her solve it, grabbed the bag and walked out.

When An Weihong saw Hu Hongzhuang leaving, he was very anxious. He just wanted to get up and stop him, but Xue Xiang pressed him on his shoulder. He couldn't get up, and he didn't dare to stop him. He was not afraid of Hu Hongzhuang leaving and the calligraphy and paintings he wanted were gone. He really didn't want to be alone with the outlaw in front of him. He was too afraid of people. His little heart was still thrusting around.

An Weihong was really scared by Xue Xiang this time. He was knocked out by Xue Xiang before. He pointed two guards at the gun and was only afraid, thinking about how to take revenge after getting out. The moment Xue Xiang shot, he only felt that his soul had a shell at that moment, the broken glass was like his head hit, and the red wine splattered everywhere was even more like his brain and blood. He was really scared and could not raise the courage to fight. His body, which had just come back to his senses, seemed to have died, cherishing his life even more. He made up his mind to be far away from this desperate man in the future. When he saw his slight smirk, he would tremble in his bones.

Soon, the waiter brought three portions of honey foie gras and three portions of buttered grilled fish. One of the three customers in front of him was missing. The waiter didn't know where the portion was placed for a while, and his hands were a little stagnant. Xue Xiang said, "Put the six plates in front of me. I was really hungry after the exercise just now." Xue Xiang was hungry. She was anxious before waiting and didn't eat much. At this moment, she saw the hot food in front of her, and the greed in her belly was hooked up. She waved her knife and fork. After a while, the six meals were eaten.

"Is it enough? Isn't it full? How many servings should I order you?" An Weihong was a little surprised at his appetite and speed.

"No need, I'm almost three-point full. Let's talk about the important things first. By the way, don't come and go, but call me my name - Xue Xiang." Xue Xiang saw that An Weihong used a respectful title and quickly helped him correct it, and also hoped to rely on him to meet General An. Otherwise, in front of General An later, he would be unhappy if he was coming and going.

"Oh, you are Xue Xiang, Brother Xue, you have long been respected by Daming, and long been respected by Daming." An Weihong sighed, slapped the table and looked excited. An Weihong heard that Xue Xiang was really famous. Although he was arrogant, he had always looked down on his children from a large courtyard who were not as good as his family background, but he still had dates. He had heard of Xue Xiang's name and nickname. In his opinion, he was just a little famous gangster, not worth laughing at. Today, when Xue Xiang fired in front of him, he felt that he was afraid of his heart. But for a long time, he heard him, and said that he had been saying a long time ago.

Xue Xiang smiled and said, "Mr. An, I have something to do with you today. I'm here to help you solve your problems. Who would have thought that you are too anxious and have caused such a misunderstanding."

An Weihong said: "Don't you have any big boy, the big boy teased me. Now it's a new society. People who are not familiar with each other say comrades, let alone you and my brother, call us Weihong. What's wrong with me today. I'll drink to apologize to the day. Brother Xue San said he was here to help. I'm very curious, let's listen."

Xue Xiang said: "I heard that General An is about to celebrate his birthday. Wei Hong, you are searching for a birthday gift for him. General An always loves calligraphy, calligraphy and painting. As we all know, I have prepared a pair of famous calligraphy and want to take this opportunity to present it to him. I came today for this matter, but unexpectedly a misunderstanding came."

When An Weihong heard this, he smiled and said, "Blame me, blame me, I will punish me for three glasses of wine. What kind of treasure is it to let my brother open my eyes." After that, he poured himself into his own drink, and killed three full glasses of wine. The wine was rising for a moment, and his face turned red.

Xue Xiang said: "There are things to bring. Su Zizhan's handwritten book "When will the Moon of Water" be there? It has been identified, and the original work is undoubtedly."

"Really! That's the treasure among the treasures. Su Zizhan's handwriting is more than a hundred times stronger than Zhao Ji's calligraphy and paintings. Brother, take it out and let your brother open his eyes." An Weihong's cheeks turned redder with excitement, and rubbed his hands, looking anxious.

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