Wang Fulin had to take a look at such an uninvited guy. He was wearing a half-new and not old shirt, a pair of black cloth shoes on his head, and the front half of the upper was washed white, with bare head and no hat, with a faint sun spot on his face, and a pair of palm-shaped hands like palm-shaped fans, and clearly visible calluses. Based on these, this person was at least not a person who stayed at home and did not go out. The most important thing was that the man looked at people with his eyes very focused and was not afraid to look directly at others. Thinking of his deskmate and two old soldiers picked out by Qi Liang, who were known as the best-selling player on the battlefield, he smiled calmly.

"If you don't stingy about reporting yourself to your home, that's fine. Otherwise, I can only say that I'm not used to being at the same table with strangers."

Wang Fulin did not agree directly or refuse directly. Instead, he asked this question, and the big man was stunned. Then, his eyes glanced past Yu Wen, who looked like a little bitch, swept the two old soldiers sitting like clocks, and then said proudly: "I am Zhong Nanfeng, who had fought Japanese pirates under the city of Hangzhou in the past!"

For such an answer, Wang Fulin looked at the strong muscles and strong physique, and then swept away the words and deeds of other guests on the building. He saw the singer sitting there holding the pipa and not daring to move. He knew that at least most of the things Zhong Nanfeng said were true, but obviously not all told the truth.

At this moment, the guy below was already holding a plate. He ignored Zhong Nanfeng's table and turned a blind eye to it. He directly put the two plates of cold: He put the dishes in front of Wang Fulin, placed the wine pot and cup, and then nodded and retreated. He quickly glanced at Zhong Nanfeng when he left. Seeing this scene, Wang Fulin picked up the wine pot with a smile. But he filled the two old soldiers first.

The two old soldiers, Huo Zheng and Yang Tao, lived in Huizhou for more than half a year and fully enjoyed their life. In addition, Wang Fulin must give gifts during festivals and are polite and polite to them, so this time they followed Qi Liang's orders, and they were not reluctant at all. Seeing Wang Fulin so polite again, they poured wine for them personally. Among them, the older Huo Zheng quickly reached out and stopped him, "Little official, how can this be done!"

"This brother Zhong is just fighting the Japanese pirates, so he can be proud of his head and chest. Uncle Huo and Uncle Yang are heroes who have really killed Japanese pirates. What can I do if I pour wine myself?"

Seeing that the guy served the food, Wang Fulin left him and actually went to take care of the two followers. Zhong Nanfeng was originally quite angry, but when Wang Fulin said this, he was stunned. Not only him, but the guests at other tables on the second floor immediately bet on this side when they heard this. I remember that Hangzhou City had been surrounded by Japanese pirates, and Leifeng Tower was even burned for a while. It was enough to beat Japanese pirates in this year to boast about it, let alone killing them?

After only a moment of dullness, Zhong Nanfeng slapped the table and stood up suddenly, sneering: "Has I killed the Japanese pirates? A joke, even if the government troops in the world run away when they see the Japanese pirates, and some people dare to boast about killing the Japanese pirates?"

"Is it great to kill Japanese pirates?" The elderly Huo Zheng, who was the old soldier, finally tasted the signs and stood up calmly and said, "Which of our Qi family army has never had the blood of Japanese pirates on his hands?"

On the southeast coast, the three words Qi Family Army are well-known, and there is still such a group in Hangzhou. Zhong Nanfeng, who was originally very arrogant, suddenly stared at the boss and wanted to question it at first, but when another old soldier also stood up, although the two of them were short and short, they could not help but take a step back. He relied on the name of fighting Japanese pirates and was rampant in Huzhou City for more than a day or two, but because he was indeed closed in Hangzhou, the Japanese pirates were rampant when they were rampant outside the city, they stood up and finally crawled out of the dead and then made a name for themselves. All merchants turned a blind eye.

But who knew that when the old trick was used again by the foreigner, he would actually run into the Qi family's army when he was planning to extort some money with one hand and spend it with brute force!

Zhong Nanfeng squirmed his lips and was trying to revive his strength, but he didn't expect that a thing wrapped in cloth was thrown directly on the table by Huo Zheng: "If you don't believe it, then pull out this Qi's sword and take a look!"

After hearing this, even the guests around him who were already a little suspicious, all of them immediately surrounded him. Zhong Nanfeng, who was unable to get off the tiger, simply put his heart on his mind and untied the cloth wrapped in the knife in a few seconds. When he saw the vague wear of the scabbard, and the shape was indeed exactly the same as the Qi sword that he had been lucky enough to see once, he felt a bulge in his heart. But it was already at this point. If he was really scared, he would inevitably lose face in this town in the future. He simply gritted his teeth and pulled out the scabbard.

I saw that the bright blade that was carefully maintained suddenly appeared, and then it clearly reflected his face that was unstoppable! What made his hair stand up even more was that one of the two old soldiers was bare-handed and the other held another long strip of things wrapped in cloth strips. It was obvious that the man also carried a exactly the same Qi sword!

Seeing the man stunned, Wang Fulin suddenly reached out and snatched the knife from Zhong Nanfeng's hand, returned it to the sheath, wrapped it in cloth, handed it back to Huo Zheng with both hands, and then sang loudly: "My man, add a pair of bowls and chopsticks."

From the guest to the client, when they saw this scene just now, everyone thought that Zhong Nanfeng would be sarcastic and then left in a mess. No one expected that Wang Fulin would say this. The client at the stairs was stunned for a long time, and then quickly took the dishes and chopsticks as he said, carefully placed them on the table, and then stepped back aside.

At this time, Wang Fulin said, "It is a hero who has killed the Japanese pirates, but after fighting the Japanese pirates, this brother Zhong is indeed qualified to be proud. After all, at that time, at that time, thousands of officials and soldiers in the southeast saw dozens of Japanese pirates fleeing, and there were very few men who had the courage to fight. Since they were destined to be together, please sit down and drink a drink together."

Zhong Nanfeng's face suddenly turned blue and white, but when he saw Huo Zheng and another old soldier had already sat down, he hesitated for a while, but finally sat down. When the wine and food were all over, he saw that Wang Fulin seemed to have nothing happened, and he thought he was a new friend and poured wine and pushed the valuable dishes in front of him. His bad mood finally replied a little. However, he had lived for decades. He had seen countless liars. He still refused to believe that he was an old soldier of the Qi family army. As he ate, he had to ask again.

Although Huo Zheng was a farmer from Yiwu, he followed Qi Jiguang for many years and later transferred his personal soldiers. Even though he could not be said to be knowledgeable, he was very knowledgeable about the Qi family's army. However, since his experience was rich, he knew everything about the Qi family's army. Another old soldier, Yang Tao, was obviously not as good as him, and most of the time he just drank and ate vegetables. When Zhong Nanfeng finally couldn't help but ask why the two followed Wang Fulin, Huo Zheng suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Because of injuries, we are no longer in the army. It's our own business to follow anyone, what do you have to do with you? The little official is respectful to the wise and the wise men, so he is very polite to you. You beat the snake and stick it on the stick. Could it be that you are looking for a beating?"

Another old man knew Huo Zheng's temper and quickly came up to stop him and said, "Old Huo. All the officials invited people to sit down. What are you talking about? Besides, he has beaten Japanese pirates at least..."

"Hmph, if you want to kill Japanese pirates, who can compare to me in Yiwu?" Huo Zheng was finally forced to sit down, but said to Wang Fulin, "The little official has a very good personality. He is the same as Boss Qi. He is so. After leaving Jimen, he told us to bear it all the way, and we have to endure it all the way!"

Zhong Nanfeng didn't expect Huo Zheng to almost turn his back, and a boss Qi came out of his mouth, and his expression became even more awkward. He could no longer sit still. He coughed and then put on a few words of thanks, and then quickly left his seat and ran away. As he left, the second floor, which had just been weird, suddenly became noisy. Even Manager Zhao, who had been silent all the time, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, you are the one from the Qi family army. Zhong Nanfengtian is not afraid of the earth, but he is only somewhat awe of General Qi and the Qi family army."

Wang Fulin felt that Zhong Nanfeng was a bit strange, so he revealed the identities of Huo Zheng and the others, and after suppressing the guy's arrogance, he was also entertained with good wine and food. At this moment, before he asked, he was taken aside by Zhong Nanfeng before, and did not dare to squeeze into Wang Fulin to sit together, so Yu Wen, who could only watch from behind, couldn't help it.

"Who is this guy? He's so arrogant?"

At this moment, there was no need for Manager Zhao to answer. The guests who had good things came over and explained actively: "Most of the guests are not locals, right? Have you heard of the battle industry? Zhong Nanfeng is a company that is a businessman in a radius of more than ten miles in Hushang. There are at least dozens of people under him. He said he would beat him at the right time. The village is more than twenty miles in Hushang, and the population is at least hundreds of thousands. No one has ever counted the people in each business. Maybe 800, maybe 200, or 300, or at least 100, or 200. Anyway, if you offend them, let alone the business cannot be completed, you may be beaten up even if you look back!"

Wang Fulin feels familiar with the behavior of fighting a business the more he hears. Isn’t this the same thing as the old Shanghai gangsters forming cliques? And the word "carrying" is also very vivid, isn’t this the industry of fighting?

When a guest stood up, the others immediately surrounded him, talking nonsense, but they introduced the situation of the campaign forces in the area of ​​Beihushu, Hangzhou. When they heard that there were at least a dozen decent forces, Wang Fulin finally couldn't help but twitched his lips. Of course, he wouldn't ask why the government ignored such stupid questions. These days, the government is a typical example of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. It can be seen from his experience in Huizhou.

Sure enough, when he finished his meal and left the restaurant and continued to visit the night market in this brightly lit night sky, Manager Zhao also whispered to the side of the difficult and terrible people in the business, especially emphasizing an old case in Suzhou back then.
Chapter completed!