inspire-indiana Chapter 22 Don't let Lao Fang hear it
Chapter 22 Don't let Lao Fang hear it
After Guo Ziming recovered, he looked at Fang Shuwen, who had stuffed a handful of silver dollars into his pocket, with a look of horror on his face, and couldn't help but back away.
Is this still his sidekick, Xiao Fang?
No, this isn't Xiao Fang, it's Brother Fang!
They acted so decisively; they wouldn't have done it if they hadn't.
With a single move, he could sever a person's arm; there wasn't a single unnecessary movement.
They were even more efficient and decisive than the guards in his household.
Fang Shuwen shook the dust off his hands and stuffed all the silver dollars into his pocket.
He picked up the bag of lime from the ground, weighed it in his hand, and found that there was still quite a bit left inside.
Having witnessed the power of this thing, it's truly a formidable weapon in a fight.
As for the two rascals lying on the ground, rendered unable to fight...
He had no intention of continuing the attack.
Young Master Guo was still nearby; we couldn't very well kill someone in front of him.
After all, Guo Ziming's identity is not simple.
If someone were to kill someone to cover it up, trouble would inevitably ensue.
With his current strength and status, he can't stop the Guo family.
Besides, I won't kill anyone.
That doesn't mean there's no way to make these two people disappear.
Thinking of this, Fang Shuwen got up and walked towards Guo Ziming.
"Holy crap!"
"Old Fang, Brother Fang, please don't come any closer, I'm scared!"
Guo Ziming retreated to the base of the wall, his face full of fear, his plump body trembling.
I used to call him Xiao Fang, now I call him Brother Fang.
"Stand still."
Fang Shuwen's voice wasn't loud, but it rooted Guo Ziming to the spot.
Guo Ziming's legs cramped, but he stubbornly held on and didn't collapse. His lips trembled as he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.
"Brother Fang... please tell me, please tell me, I'm listening."
Fang Shuwen stopped three steps away from him and gently tossed the bag of lime in his hand.
"Young Master Guo, how do you plan to resolve this matter today?"
Guo Ziming was taken aback, his eyes darted around, and he tentatively said:
"Understood, understood. I promise those two people will never appear in front of you again, Brother Fang."
"Good that you understand."
Fang Shuwen stuffed the bag of lime into his pocket and smiled at Guo Ziming.
That smile made Guo Ziming's heart tremble.
Guo Ziming nodded vigorously, his chubby face plastered with a fawning smile, but his back was already soaked with cold sweat.
Fang Shuwen said no more and turned to walk towards the alley entrance.
He took two steps, then stopped.
Guo Ziming had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this and immediately tensed up again.
Fang Shuwen didn't even turn his head, only saying, "By the way, now that things are done, I'll treat you to tea another day."
Guo Ziming was taken aback for a moment, then repeatedly said, "No need, no need."
His voice was loud and urgent, as if he was afraid that Fang Shuwen would change his mind if he spoke too slowly.
Fang Shuwen did not respond. His steps were unhurried, and his figure was gradually swallowed up by the twilight at the alley entrance.
Guo Ziming stood still, looking in that direction, and didn't move for a long time.
Until Fang Shuwen's footsteps completely disappeared into the noise of the street.
He suddenly leaned against the wall, as if all his strength had been drained away, and slid down the base of the wall.
Before long, Ah Da gradually recovered, squinting with his swollen eyes, and crawled over, frantically trying to help him: "Young Master, are you alright?"
Guo Ziming slapped his hand away and took a deep breath.
"go."
He gestured with his chin toward Ah Da and Ah Er, his voice not loud:
"Get Old Zhao to bring a few men over and get rid of these two rascals. Be quick and don't leave any loose ends."
Ah Da was taken aback: "Young Master, where are we taking it?"
Guo Ziming glanced down at the two hooligans still groaning on the ground, his gaze as if they were two pieces of trash in his way:
"Throw them at the police station and say they attacked me."
Ah Da felt a chill run down his spine; it seemed he wasn't planning on causing any more trouble for that guy surnamed Fang.
Guo Ziming stood still and patted the dust off his clothes.
Then he took out a clean handkerchief from his sleeve and slowly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
After wiping, he folded the handkerchief and stuffed it back into his sleeve. He glanced at the two rascals who had been dragged away by Ah Da and Ah Er, and his lips twitched slightly.
Fang Shuwen, oh Fang Shuwen.
He recalled how he used to call him "Little Fang" in a loud and boisterous manner on Qipan Street, ordering him to pour tea, run errands, and reserve chess tables for him.
At that time, Fang Shuwen always fawned over him with a smile and never refused, making him seem both cowardly and easy to bully.
But today he discovered that Xiao Fang, who was so subservient to him, was even more ruthless than the expensive bodyguards his family had hired.
It's unbelievable that they have such a ruthless side.
But this kid also has considerable strength!
Guo Ziming shivered.
......
West Street, National Martial Arts Hall.
From the outside, it appears to be a Western-style building in the Procter style.
The arched doorways, carved stone pillars, and domed ceilings stand out starkly from the drab old Chinese houses in Xikou town.
Fang Shuwen walked up the steps and pushed open the heavy copper-framed glass door. A smell mixed with herbs, ink, and old wood wafted out.
The hall was more lively than he had imagined.
To the left is a long row of wooden counters, with several enamel plaques hanging above them.
The notice, written in red on a white background, reads "Registration," "Skills Assessment," "Material Exchange," and "Reward Notice."
There was a queue of moderate length under each sign.
Several long benches were placed in the center of the hall, where people sat and waited.
Some people were talking in hushed tones, while others were resting with their eyes closed.
Two men in gray clothes huddled together, flipping through a thin booklet, muttering terms like "manifest strength," "hidden strength," and "transformative strength."
Fang Shuwen has been here.
He navigated the bustling hall with practiced ease and headed straight for a window on the inner side.
"Two pieces of substandard, mysterious jade."
"Forty silver dollars."
"it is good."
Fang Shuwen quickly paid the money, and the other party placed a wooden box on the table, inside which were about thirty pieces of strange jade of different colors but basically the same size.
"Luckily, the goods just arrived today and haven't been put on the shelves yet. You can only take two; choose whichever you like."
Fang Shuwen's gaze fell, and after sensing for a moment, he picked out two pieces of strange jade.
Even among inferior jade artifacts, there are subtle differences between them.
He selected two pieces of strange jade with the most concentrated eerie energy.
If it weren't for the cheat code, Fang Shuwen wouldn't have been able to tell the difference.
Fang Shuwen wrapped the two selected substandard jade pieces in cloth, tucked them into his bosom, and nodded to the old man behind the window.
He turned and walked through the hall, then pushed open the door and left the martial arts hall.
A cool night breeze swept over him. He took a deep breath, checked his bearings, and headed home.
When I passed by the roast chicken shop, I spent my last silver dollar to buy two roast chickens to take back to Lao Fang for a treat.
.......
Fang Shuwen walked quickly and soon arrived at the back gate of the Zhao residence.
Just as I reached out to push the door open, I heard a strong, resonant woman's voice coming from inside:
"My son, Cuicui, said he's definitely going to get into the elite class this time!"
It really was Wang Ma.
He's bragging about his wife, Cui Cui, again.
Fang Shuwen pushed open the door and went in, only to see several people in the backyard.
Wang Ma stood in the middle of the courtyard, next to an honest-looking man, who was her husband.
However, her husband, Wang Cheng, did not work at the Zhao family mansion, but instead farmed in the countryside.
I guess I came here today because of an exam.
On the other side was the burly Hu Da, and two other long-term workers who worked at the Zhao residence.
I didn't see Lao Fang, and I don't know where he went.
Fang Shuwen didn't take it seriously.
At that moment, Wang Ma's voice rang out again.
"As for Xiao Fang, I guess he's doomed this time. My Cui Cui told me he failed his physical education test and ran away early. He's probably too ashamed to come back so late."
Shh! Don't let Lao Fang hear this.