first-class champion

Zhou Xing was nearly fifty years old, and his beard under his chin was almost half gray. At this moment, Zhou Xing was pacing back and forth in the hall anxiously.

Zhou Xing's family has been passed down for three generations, and he has quite a fortune. He has also set up tens of acres of good farmland in this Songzhou. Since ancient times, the poor do not fight with the rich, and the rich do not fight with the officials. Since Songzhou changed the sky and Cheng Zhiyuan and Duan Mingyu took over the Songzhou, Zhou Xing immediately looked for ways everywhere. Without much official airs, he accepted the gift money smoothly. Cheng Zhiyuan knew the general situation, so he naturally knew that if he shut out these favored landlords and old money, it would make these local tyrants panic and uneasy, which would not be good for them. The society is harmonious, stable, prosperous and developing. Sure enough, after learning that Cheng Zhiyuan accepted his gift money, Zhou Xing's high-hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

However, at nightfall the day before yesterday, Huaihua Zhonglang, who was in charge of Songzhou's military affairs, came to visit in person. The purpose of his visit was very simple. Duan Mingyu paid for it himself, and bought nearly half of Songzhou's calligraphy and paintings under the guise of Zhou Xing. I don't know what to say, I can't sleep, Duan Mingyu's intentions, this old man is more or less smart? I guessed a little, Fang Wenzhong likes to steal calligraphy and paintings most, this is to let himself lure wolves into the house.

Zhou Xing had a lot of admiration for Fang Wenzhong, the former commander of the capital of Songzhou. Fang Wenzhong, who was once the commander of the capital, was very popular among the people. The attitude that has always been upheld is to be safe and stable, to live an ordinary life, and to keep this family property is worthy of the ancestors. When encountering such a thing, it is best not to provoke each other. Duan Mingyu can also see that this old rich landlord He is also a good revolutionary comrade who does not shoot at his own people, so he did not embarrass Zhou Xing. He just planted soldiers around the Zhou Mansion to closely monitor every move of the Zhou Mansion. The original plan was to directly catch turtles in the Zhou Mansion. Now Duan Mingyu can only choose when Fang Wenzhong steals the painting. It is much more difficult to do it outside the Zhou Mansion, so Duan Mingyu dispatched enough people, three floors inside and three floors outside the Zhou Mansion. Multiple encircling circles.

Fang Wenzhong took it down and walked to a small tree outside the Zhou Mansion, stretched his ape's arms lightly, climbed up the tree with light and smooth movements, then jumped, and disappeared outside the Zhou Mansion in an instant.

Duan Mingyu watched Fang Wenzhong's disappearing back from a distance, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This smile was very sinister, vicious, and obscene...

Fang Wenzhong entered the room masked, and happened to meet Zhou Xing, an old rich man who was frowning. Fang Wenzhong didn't think too much about it. Mrs. Zhou, who was dozing off on the table, woke up suddenly. Before the two of them could react, they were about to call for help when Fang Wenzhong jumped in front of them with a flip, and the cold-glowing sword directly struck her. On the neck of the old rich man Zhou Xing: "Dare to call out and try, we have always killed or buried!"

Zhou Xing panicked at the beginning, his whole body was so stiff that he couldn't move, and he broke out in cold sweat, but then he had already guessed the identity of the person who came, but he had all his wealth in Songzhou, the government, so he couldn't offend, Duan Mingyu It is the government of the government, and it is even more impossible to offend, so Zhou Laocai immediately made up his mind to cooperate with Duan Mingyu to perform this play well.

"Hero, forgive me, I surrender, I won't shout..." Zhou Xing immediately begged for mercy.

"Hmph, that's right. I only want money, and I don't want to get involved in a life lawsuit, but if I push a certain family, hehe..." Fang Wenzhong said sadly, he had done a lot of robbing houses, These lines are almost at the fingertips, blurted out.

"Small ones, we must cooperate, we must cooperate..." Zhou Xing replied submissively.

"Well, let's tie up your wife first." Fang Wenzhong threw the rope on the table, nodded and commanded Zhou Xing, who seemed to be in a panic.

"Yes, yes, the little one is tied up now, tied up now..."

"Damn you, if you dare to tie me up, I won't play with you today..."

"Ahem, ma'am, I'm sorry!"

"Zhou Xing, you old man, do you want my old lady to die early so that you can marry that widow, right, my old lady has already seen that you are heartless..."

"If you say one more thing, I will cut your tongue." Fang Wenzhong glared fiercely at the rambunctious Madam Zhou, and Madam Zhou immediately stopped howling painfully, her nose still twitching uncontrollably!

Zhou Xing tremblingly tied up Mrs. Zhou, and the blade on his neck made him unable to keep his legs shaking, as if he had gone mad: "Ahem, my lord, it's already tied up, yes no……"

"Well, where are your calligraphy and paintings hidden?" Fang Wenzhong didn't say much, and every sentence hit the point, without procrastination, and went straight to the point.

"Sure enough..." Zhou Xing secretly greeted Duan Mingyu, the female family member who is a troublemaker and a broom star, and looked at Fang Wenzhong, whose eyes were eager for little stars. He couldn't help but feel sad for this guy, I knew you earlier If you want to come, we have prepared everything for you old man two days ago. Of course, this sentence can only be said in my heart.

"Ahem, all the calligraphy and paintings in my family's collection are in this cabinet." Zhou Xing raised his brows and pointed to a locked cabinet.

"Oh, where's the key?" Fang Wenzhong glanced at the icy lock lightly, and couldn't help but tighten his grip on the knife in his hand.

"The key is on the little old man's waist." Zhou Xing said honestly based on the principle of answering every question.

Fang Wenzhong was always careful in his actions, he grabbed Zhou Xing's old rich man's throat with his claws in one hand, and picked out the key from Zhou Xing's waist with a knife in the other hand.

Seeing Fang Wenzhong's face full of satisfaction, Zhou Xing couldn't help but heaved a long sigh of relief. Then, this guy felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and then his head spun, and then there was no more.

As usual, Fang Wenzhong tied up Zhou Xing first, and then threw the difficult couple behind the door.

Picking up the key in his hand, he walked quickly to the big cabinet.

"Squeak!"

Fang Wenzhong was stunned, where did so many calligraphy and paintings come from, this...couldn't be God destined me to get rich, Fang Wenzhong picked up a roll of calligraphy and painting, and slowly unfolded it.

"Amitabha, Buddha bless, it turns out that most of them are fakes." Fang Wenzhong sighed secretly. If they were all genuine, if they were stolen by him, the old rich man Zhou Xing would have to go bankrupt this week. Thinking of this, Fang Wenzhong not only didn't A trace of anger, but a touch of relief,