tiger teacher

Wang Jian is no longer what he used to be. The guy who used to wear tattered clothes to collect waste products will never come back. He has experienced so much and is in such a high position. His aura has long since become very strong. deterrence.

The impatient and indifferent expression on his face when he kicked someone just now, coupled with his unhurried tone, and his ability to instantly kill the whole audience in a few rounds, has already caused Ah Cheng who is next to him to have a very inexplicable feeling towards him. Coupled with the inexplicable sense of oppression, Ah Cheng led Wang Jian to the second floor without even thinking about it.

The corridor is narrow and open-air, and there are various traditional Chinese medicines in the sun on the sunshade wooden boards extending from the side. It is no surprise that Wang Jian knows all these things. He was surprised to find that these things are actually the prescriptions for some difficult and miscellaneous diseases. Zicheng, if Wang Jian remembers correctly, this recipe seems to be made by an old carpenter. The old carpenter taught him a little bit when he was teaching him. It's just that Wang Jian is impatient and can't be a doctor. It's his turn to sell medicine and cure diseases.

"Does your old man specialize in treating malignant sores?" Wang Jian chatted with Ah Cheng who was cautiously going upstairs: "But it seems that the clinic hasn't been opened for a long time."

Ah Cheng gave Wang Jian a strange look. His grandfather had been closed for 12 years due to physical reasons, and this young man looked like a foreigner at first glance, and from his strong mainland accent and the fact that he didn't even know the road. Judging from it, he should have seldom or even never been here, but he knew what kind of disease grandpa was treating after just a few glances, so it can be seen that this guy is definitely not simple.

Thinking of this level, Ah Cheng's tone couldn't help softening: "How do you know?"

"The medicine has been exposed to heat, and no one came to collect it. This means that no one has consulted for a long time, and the sign of the hanging pot to help the world is full of dust." Wang Jian smiled, and his tone became a little self-deprecating: "Also No wonder, everyone likes to have a knife now. Few people believe that medicine flint can also cure diseases."

Ah Cheng turned his head to look at him, and asked cautiously, "Are you from the Mainland?"

"Yes, from the mainland." Wang Jian said, reaching out to touch the yellowed prints on the wall: "It's a pity that such a big family fell into decline."

There was regret in his words, and Ah Cheng just smiled resentfully when he heard it, and then sighed: "Ten years ago, even eight years ago, no one dared to bully me into my house. Back then, the Zhu family was famous in Hong Kong. Nine."

"How can it be like this now?"

"I don't know, Grandpa didn't tell me."

Wang Jian thought for a while: "What's your grandfather's name?"

"Zhu Changfeng." Acheng smiled: "Nicknamed Zhu Shengshou, he cured plague, sores and chickenpox. The medicine cured the disease. My grandfather was knighted when he was still in the hands of the Queen of England."

The old lady's name is Zhu Changling, and judging from her name, she should be of the same generation as Zhu Changfeng.But what makes Wang Jian strange is why the old lady is clearly in charge of the Green Gang, but why she didn't help the Zhu family when they were in trouble, and now she refuses to come in person even if she wants to get back her own things.

There must be something wrong here.It was probably due to the grievances of the wealthy family, but... Wang Jian instinctively felt that the old lady would not do such a heartless thing.There must be something hidden here.

"Then do you know Zhu Changling?"

Wang Jian's words had just landed.Ah Cheng suddenly stopped in his tracks, and looked back at Wang Jian strangely: "You are... my aunt's grandson? No wonder..."

Seeing that there was something going on, he quickly stopped in his tracks, handed Ah Cheng a cigarette, pulled him to the balcony where the medicine was dried, and lit the cigarette: "Smok a cigarette before going up. You said your aunt is Zhu Changling?"

"Yes. It's my grandpa's biological sister." Ah Cheng nodded sincerely: "But my great-grandfather kicked my aunt out of the house, and made her not be able to set foot in Zhu's house for the rest of her life."

Wang Jian was in the dark at that time. He had heard that the old lady's family was very good back then, but he had never heard of her being kicked out of the house.And everyone calls her Zhu Changling.But Wang Jian knew that her real name was Zhu Changling.Regardless of the difference, it means that she has nothing to do with the original genealogy.

"Why was she kicked out of the house."

"I don't know. Grandpa didn't tell me. He just told me that I have an aunt. I don't know where she is now."

Wang Jian stroked his chin and hummed, "Where's your grandfather?"

"What's your relationship with my aunt?"

"Hehe..." Wang Jian really didn't know what to say. After all, even though he called the old lady Godmother, the old lady never married. In terms of relationship, in front of the immediate family, Wang Jian really didn't know How should I call it, but if you think about it, it doesn't matter: "She is my godmother, and she asked me to come here to collect her dowry."

Ah Cheng scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "It seems that I still have to call you uncle, uncle who is about my age..."

Naturally, he didn't doubt Wang Jian. After all, the current situation of the Zhu family can be seen by everyone. There is no money, and there are no treasures.Seeing such poor relatives who have caused a lot of trouble, others have no time to hide. How few people would come forward to recognize relatives like Wang Jian.

However, Wang Jian didn't get any useful information from A Cheng. He didn't know much about Zhu Changling.

It seems that the person who can finally answer Wang Jian's doubts still depends on his cheap uncle...

Coming to a door on the third floor, through the glass on the door, you can see the dim incandescent lamp inside. There are not many people who still use such old and antique light bulbs in this era, but from time to time there are Coughing can be heard, and the health of the people inside is not very good.

Ah Cheng gently knocked on the door, stood at the door and shouted inside: "Grandpa, someone is looking for you."

Wang Jian poked his head from the side and looked into the room, and found that besides the books, there was only a bed, a table and an old-fashioned chair left in the room.

Before he had time to take a closer look, the old man on the grand teacher's chair had already spoken out slowly, and said in very standard Mandarin: "Who is it? If you are here to buy a house, you don't need to mention it."

I have to say that even though he is already settled in a shabby household, his voice still has the arrogance and aloofness unique to the children of the aristocratic family, very much like those pedantic scholars who would rather lose their heads just for a word.However, it was this fresh air that made Wang Jian have a good impression of this cheap uncle.

"Grandpa, Fat Pi and the others brought people here just now. Someone beat them out for us." Acheng glanced at Wang Jian: "He...he said he was the godson of my aunt."

"Who?" The old man seemed to have some bad ears, straightened his back from the table, and asked softly, "What?"

Wang Jian coughed, "Zhu Changling."

Before the words fell, the old man stood up from the stool with a huff, and unexpectedly threw the grand teacher's chair to the ground, making a muffled noise, but the old man didn't realize it, and turned straight to stare at Wang Jian who was speaking.

I have to say that although the old man is already gray-haired, he can still see a heroic spirit in his eyebrows.His facial features look so similar to those of the old lady, so he must have been a very handsome guy when he was young.

He was looking at the old man, and the old man was looking at him.After watching for a while, his eyes suddenly widened, and he asked forcefully, "Wang Sanyi?"

Wang Jian's mind suddenly went blank for a moment.When he regained his composure, he touched his face with a smile.She laughed at herself and said, "Am I so like Wang Sanyi?"

The old man took a step with his hands behind his back.He continued to look at Wang Jian under the dim light, then shook his head silently: "No, you are not Wang Sanyi, he is colder than you."

Wang Jian opened his mouth, and it was the first time he heard someone use the word "cold" to describe his father.Now Wang Jian still remembers the old carpenter's disrespectful smile after telling ghost stories to the children in the village and scaring the shit out of those boys. How could it have nothing to do with "cold"?

"I think he's really not as cold as I am." Wang Jian chuckled, "You haven't seen him bullying children like that."

"Impossible. He's not like that."

"Ah no, that's the kind of person he is." Wang Jian laughed loudly, but suddenly fell silent after laughing, thinking for a moment: "You mean that when he was young... he was very cold?"

"Yes. It's cold. It's so cold that it makes people panic." The old man smiled dryly: "Where's my sister? Is she still alive? Is she okay?"

"You say I'm a godmother?" Wang Jian thought for a while, and didn't bother to show off. He directly dialed the old lady's number, and then handed the phone to him: "You talk to her yourself, she is in good spirits."

While talking, there was a sudden sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping downstairs.Not to mention, the design of this small building is really incredible. It is only a three-story building, but the sound is almost undetectable. If Wang Jian's perception is not particularly keen, it may be difficult to detect these small sounds.

He opened the door and went out, looked down, and suddenly found that the fat man who was beaten by him just now came back again, and this time there were more of them, and each of them seemed to be quite big Well, there are five people and six children, as if he is the handle of Causeway Bay.

Wang Jian sighed, turned his head and said to the old man who was trembling and chatting with his sister whom he hadn't seen for decades, "Let me help you with the next matter first, uncle..."

Uncle Wang Jian yelled awkwardly, but... it seemed there was no other way.But what about today's matter, Wang Jian will definitely take care of it. With his virtue, he would take care of it even when he was picking up junk, let alone now.

He clicked his ears, walked down the stairs slowly with his hands behind his back, and when he turned several turns and walked downstairs, the group of guys carrying handles from Causeway Bay were already planning to start a move.

And at this critical moment, Wang Jian slowly put a chair in front of the people in this building and those bums, and then sat down on his back with his hands folded on the back of the chair. Looking at the fat man with a smile, he said in a soft voice: "What? You brought a group of shrimp soldiers and crabs to play in the rivers and lakes?"

When Fatty Fatpi saw Wang Jian, his face turned red, he seemed to turn his head to look at someone, then pointed at Wang Jian, and shouted in Cantonese: "The shovel..."

Before he could swear, Wang Jian took out a broken leather shoe, slapped the fat man on the face without warning, and sniffled, "Didn't your parents teach you not to swear at others?"

Wang Jian made a move, and the Tonggong Bay bearers around the dead fat man immediately took out their guys and rushed towards Wang Jian, but Wang Jian stood up and snorted coldly, shaking his head helplessly: "I can't get rid of you guys even if I turn around. This kind of waste can be found everywhere.”

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I was so tired yesterday that I fell asleep after writing a few words.Today I worked overtime until after nine o'clock, so I was so helpless at the end of the year. (To be continued..)