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  Passerby A is still alive, which doesn't surprise me at all. Given that both I and Fatso were able to escape, it's no wonder Passerby A was able to get out too. What does surprise me, though, is that he's now sitting right next to me.

  There was only one thought in my mind, and it finally made its move.

  That orange was still being held in the hand of passerby A, after taking off his gloves, I found that passerby A's hands were full of fine and small wounds, previously in Kunlun he had always worn gloves, occasionally taking them off, I also didn't have the interest to observe a man's hands.

  After a while, I heard: "What do you want to do after all?"

  A passerby glanced at me and said, "I'm just inviting you to eat oranges." I kept my face cold and stared forward, silently cursing in my heart. Damn it, can't he hold back any longer? This way, the entire Wu family is already in danger. What about Xiaohua and the others? They might have discovered this point even earlier than me, which is why they would fight with the passerby. As soon as I figured this out, my heart felt a chill, because I remembered that "Zhang Qiling" plan.

  The participants of this plan, the first time, were the founders of the Old Nine Gates, my grandfather's generation. Their leader was Zhang Dafoye. The second time, it was San Shu, Wen Jin and Xie Lianhuan's generation. San Shu had been resisting for most of his life, he hoped this plan could end with their generation. Now, it seems like Xiaohua who is being controlled by someone, the mysterious Xiuxiu, plus me, are we...the third plan?

  I was shocked in my heart, but I didn't show any expression on my face. The more I thought about it, the more possible it seemed. Was Second Uncle's arrangement for me to go to England actually to keep me away from its third plan? Then wouldn't going to Beijing behind Second Uncle's back be jumping into a trap?

  Thinking of this, I even have the heart to knock against the wall, and I don't know what expression I am wearing now. I admit that I don't have the acting skills of a top actor, and I can feel it myself - my facial expressions are as stiff as a rice dumpling.

  Finally, I simply ignored passerby A, as the light was too strong and my eyes hadn't fully recovered yet. So I took out the sunglasses that Fatso had given me and put them on. As soon as I did, a snickering sound came from beside my ear. In an instant, I realized what was going on - damn it, the sunglasses that Fatso gave me were identical to passerby A's, and they were high-quality counterfeit goods from XiBei. Oh no, I'd lost face all the way back to my grandma's house! I suddenly felt my face burning with shame, so I quickly took off the sunglasses and threw them into a nearby trash can with force. Passerby A was still laughing, while the people around us were staring at us like we were crazy.

  I didn't have sunglasses, my eyes were uncomfortable, so I simply closed them. Just then, something was placed over my face. When I opened my eyes again, everything in front of me had darkened, and the dazzling sunlight was blocked out. Next, I saw a passerby, who made a gesture at me and said: "40,000 yuan, I'll give you an 80% discount." My anger flared up, I pulled out a check from my bag, filled it in for 60,000, and threw it at his face, saying: "There's plenty of small change, no need to find any more."

  At first, I knew that passerby A was not simple, but after all, we had suffered together, and I didn't take him as an enemy. Even if he were in danger, I would never have neglected him. Unfortunately, it wasn't until later that I realized how naive I was. The gunshot wound in the tomb is still there today. Third Uncle said that I always heal quickly and forget the pain, but when I was caught by the hairy ball and taken to the hanging corpse pile, he didn't hesitate to open fire, completely disregarding my life or death.

  My heart has completely cooled down.

  What's most terrifying in this world is the human heart, and what's most difficult to fathom is also the human heart. I look at Person A and feel extremely ironic - two opposing sides can actually be so nonchalant, as if nothing had ever happened. To the passengers on the plane, we might still seem like friends who often tease each other. How can one person pretend so well?

  Am I too naive, or is the other side too scary?

  Next, we didn't speak because Passenger A was sitting next to me and I was on high alert the whole time. As we were about to get off the plane, I was thinking about how to shake him off after getting off the plane. But as soon as we got off the plane, he treated me like a complete stranger, hugged his arms and walked away directly.

  A black Audi came to pick him up. Luó Rén Jiǎ was very low-key, the car sped away, leaving me on the side smelling exhaust fumes.

  I was stunned for a moment, and I couldn't react in time. Could it really be just a coincidence?

  Then I started to regret being too impulsive earlier, and suddenly 60,000 yuan was gone. I took off my glasses, feeling a little tearful. This is absolutely the most extravagant money I, Wu Xie, have ever spent in my life. 60,000 yuan for a pair of sunglasses? My brain must have been bitten by a dog at that time.

  Just as I was about to take a taxi to Fatso's house, he came to pick me up himself. The weather in Beijing in September is cold and cool, he wore a thin T-shirt inside and a black leather jacket outside, and his pants were still those tight-fitting black leather pants. This outfit made me feel embarrassed just by looking at him.

  Fatso saw me and wanted to bear hug, I quickly dodged, saying: "Hurry up, go home and say." Fatso saw my strange expression, raised an eyebrow, opened the car door, and drove all the way to Fatso's siheyuan without a word. It wasn't until then that I mentioned the matter of passerby A.

  I said, "It's absolutely not a coincidence. If my idea is correct, the third generation of Laojiu Gate has been targeted. What will happen next, I don't know." The fatty clicked his tongue and said, "Isn't asking Xiao Jiu the fastest way to get an answer?"

  I was a bit hesitant, I had some prejudice against Xiaohua before, but in the Kunlun fight that time, he knocked out my second uncle, and I acknowledged him as a friend. At that time, the situation was that the probability of survival for me and Pángzi was very low, he knocked out my second uncle, and when my second uncle woke up, knowing that I had lost, would definitely turn against the Jie family, so Xiaohua's hand knife at that time, it sounds simple, but actually took a huge risk.

  From that moment on, I knew this friend was worth making.

  But Xiaohua has been ambiguous and silent, he must have his own considerations. Unless absolutely necessary, I don't want to put him in a difficult position. Finally, I asked Pangzi: "When will that old professor be available?"

  "Hey, don't be in a rush," said the fatty, patting his shoulder. "Tomorrow at noon, we'll bring some gifts and pay him a visit. But I'm warning you, I'll tell that old professor it's a rubbing collected by a friend of mine, so you mustn't reveal your true identity."

  I find it strange, said: "Doesn't he know your secrets?"

  "Hey, that old man is a complete antique, stubborn and rigid, with his mind full of national government and people's glory. Every time he sees me, he has to educate me: 'Little Wang, are you still doing that thing? You mustn't do it again, or I won't forgive you.' Ugh, if it weren't for the sake of Zan Sheng Jing, I really wouldn't want to find him." Fatzi's face was full of worry and anxiety, but I found it quite amusing. Thinking that we had to visit him tomorrow with a request, we should still send gifts first, so we went out to choose some presents together.

  Fatso took me on a wild goose chase through the streets of Beijing, deliberately choosing out-of-the-way places to go. I found it strange and asked: "This gift-giving business should at least be of Wangfujing caliber, why do you keep taking me to these secluded spots? Be honest with me, what are your intentions?"

  "Fatso snorted and said, 'I can still sell you? Besides, you're a second-generation rich kid who doesn't know how to work hard for money, and thinks doing chores is tiring. Even if some rich woman wanted to keep you as a mistress, she'd take one look at you and think you're inexperienced. What could I, Fatso, possibly do with you?'"

  I was so angry with Fatty that I almost died, just as I wanted to retort and scold him for not being so rude, but Fatty suddenly dragged me to knock on someone's door.

  After the door opened, I found that inside was a small junk recycling station. The door opener was an old man who looked thin but very spirited. He sized us up and down and said, "What do you want?" Probably because he saw we didn't bring any scraps, so he wasn't very polite.

  I cursed in my heart, this guy didn't know Fatso at all, what's with this kid, knocking on doors for no reason.

  Old man's voice had just fallen, the fat man laughed and said: "Ah, I heard that you have hidden several bottles of Er Hong Xing here. Why not take one out to teach these post-80s kids a lesson?" The fat man patted me on the shoulder as he spoke, I really wanted to slap him in the face, you idiot, your whole family is idiotic.

  The old man showed a knowing expression, let me and Fatso into the house, and immediately lined up several bottles of wine on a long-haired wooden table. I had never seen such wine before.

  Fatty narrowed his eyes, looked at them one by one, then raised his thumb and said, "Awesome, it's hard to find such a good deal in the market."

  The fat guy saw my puzzled face, so he explained while giving the old man a compliment. He said to me: "Don't you understand, Er Hong Xing, 60 years ago it was a famous wine all over the country, but after that incident, the winery changed its name and now not many people know about this wine. The old man is really something." As for what specific incident, the fat guy didn't say, and I didn't ask either. Anyway, when he said that this wine was once famous all over the country, I reckon it only became popular in Beijing City.

  Fatso finished speaking and started haggling with the old man, saying he wanted to buy two bottles, one for 1,000 yuan. This price is almost as high as Maotai! I thought the old man would readily agree, but it turned out that people living in the imperial city are different, they have a long-term vision. He waved his hand and said: "Young man, these things will appreciate in value in the future, 1,000 yuan is not enough, no way."

  The fatty was choked for a moment, glared, and said: "Old man, you can't take advantage of the fire to loot. Except for me, who else would buy this broken wine? I'll tell you..." Seeing the old man being blown up by anger, I quickly mediated, saying: "Old man, don't mind him, he's a hot-tempered guy, whatever he says is nonsense, just treat it as fart and let it go." The fatty heard this, fiercely kicked me under the table, painful that I almost shouted out, but he also had some sense of propriety, didn't speak again.

  The old man's complexion was slightly better, and he nodded at me, saying: "People of the new era, educated, speak reasonably. Young man, if you want to buy wine, a flat price, 2,000 yuan per bottle."

  Although Fatso didn't tell me before, he did it, and there must be his reason. I know I was deceived by this old man, and there's no way to do anything about it. So I spent 4,000 yuan to buy two bottles of Er Hong Star. It wasn't until we left the door that I asked Fatso: "Wang Fatso, are you looking for something to kill time?"

  Fatso said, "You'll know tomorrow, come on, let's go eat hot pot, or people will say that Fat Brother doesn't treat you well." I went with Fatso to a hot pot restaurant in Beijing's Xicheng District. Along the way, I kept feeling like someone was following me, and thinking about what happened to Passerby A made me feel uneasy. Fatso said I had persecution mania - out of all the people coming and going in Beijing, why would anyone want to harm you?

  Although I was careful all the way, I didn't find anything unusual. The next day, Fatso took me to visit that old professor.