Age: My Small World

Chapter 220 West Market Master
"Then you still let him help?"

Yang Jun knew that Mr. Hu was indeed worried about Zhang Biao, otherwise he would not have come to see him earlier in the past half month and would not have waited until now.

"The person who's following me is not a simple person. I need to use their strength to counter the opponent. It would be great if Zhang Biao can help me in this regard, but I don't need him to do too much."

"Master, don't worry, my aunt and the others will be fine." Yang Jun comforted.

"Of course you'll be fine as long as I'm here." Mr. Hu pinched his beard, glared at him and said confidently.

the other side.

Zhang Biao soon got the news from Zhang Hu.

"What? Are they Lao Jiu's people?"

The one-eyed old man's expression suddenly became serious.

He looked a little angry and said, "Isn't Lao Jiu in charge of transporting supplies? Why is he interfering in the affairs of Master Ba? Does he have a grudge against Master Ba?"

"Go check! I want to see what grudge Old Nine has that would allow him to involve his family."

"Dad, why don't we talk to them about this before we do anything?"

Zhang Hu was obviously a little hesitant and asked cautiously.

Zhang Biao sneered, "Do you think they really care if people like us fight to the death? In their eyes, it's normal for us to kill each other."

"Of course, the investigation shouldn't be too bloody, otherwise it will be hard to explain to them."

"I understand, Dad."

Zhang Hu hesitated for a moment, then said, "But is that Eighth Master really worth doing this for? If anything happens to Ninth Master, we'll be held responsible as well."

"I don't want to hear that again. I can only tell you that if it weren't for Master Ba, there would be no father, and you wouldn't be where you are today."

"Yes, Dad." Zhang Hu was shocked, knowing that his father was serious.

"Huh! Old Nine is worthy of being called Master? He's not even fit to carry Eighth Master's shoes. He was just a dung picker on the street. If it weren't for his good luck, would he be where he is today?"

Changning Street is a street close to Xishi.

Among the two major black markets in the provincial capital, Luohe Lane in the North City is firmly controlled by Zhang Biao, while the West City is run by two companies together.

Among them, people were constantly moving things from the West Market to Changning Street. This was just an ordinary way of transferring goods, but it also consumed a lot of manpower and materials.

In a large mansion, this place looks much better than Zhang Biao's place. Exquisite porcelain and antiques are placed everywhere. The chairs are all made of yellow pear wood, and the table seems to be made of small red sandalwood, and the workmanship is even more exquisite.

At this moment, two people are sitting here talking.

Although they had short hair, they wore retro silk and brocade clothes, as if they were still living in the old days when the Qing Dynasty fell.

"Brother Huang, we can only wear this when we're here. When we go out, we still have to wear our old cotton-padded jackets and trousers. I don't know when this will end."

An old man with a thin face took a sip of tea in a serious manner, then sighed and said.

His every move showed the aristocratic air of the past, and it seemed that he also came from an extraordinary family.

Across from him, a plump old man in a well-fitting brocade robe didn't look too bad. He said with a forced smile, "After all, it's actually better now than in the peaceful times. If we have to go back to the old days, it would be really painful. I don't want that."

"By the way, Brother Huang, how is the thing I asked you to help with going? Any news?" the thin old man continued.

The fat old man shook his head. "My people still haven't found anyone in contact with the mother and son. Some relatives seemed to have visited them a while ago, but their lives are still going on as usual. They're probably not the ones you're looking for."

"Huh! Hu Yaozu has been hiding for over a decade. Did he really think I couldn't find him?"

"If he doesn't show up, don't blame me for using his sister-in-law and nephew to pay tribute to my eldest brother's spirit in heaven."

It turned out that Mr. Hu Baye's real enemy was the thin old man, who had killed his brother at some point in time. As a result, they had been searching for him for more than ten years, and finally there was some breakthrough from Hu Sheng.

After all, the mother and son did not try to hide their identities too much at the beginning, and they were registered under their original names. Some people who are familiar with the mother and son and the Hu family may be able to recognize them.

From the moment he found Hu Sheng and his mother, the thin old man knew that he had a chance of revenge.

Unfortunately, a year passed and Mr. Hu still didn't come to find them. He was hiding too deeply.

Because he was afraid of Mr. Hu's skills, he didn't take action against the mother and son. What if the mother and son really didn't know his whereabouts?
This also made the thin old man more and more impatient.

"Why don't we wait a little longer? There's no rush for a day or two anyway."

The fat guy seemed to want to be more cautious, so I didn't advise him to do anything rash.

His business is going smoothly now, and he is enjoying a peaceful life. If he is reprimanded because of this partner's affairs and loses his job of transporting goods, his good days will be over.

But for the benefit of West City, they had to help the thin old man do some other things.

To be honest, he was able to make his fortune because of the support from the thin old man, which led to his current status as the Ninth Master of the Provincial Capital.

Others were talking about his reputation, but the fat old man knew that there was a big difference between himself and the person in front of him.

If the thin old man did not have some problems with his identity, he would be able to take charge of more things and his methods would be more direct, instead of being as tactful as they are now.

"Withdraw your people, and my people will take over in two days."

Hearing what the fat old man meant, the thin old man did not hesitate to replace him.

His people were all sent out some time ago, so he had to let the fat old man's people take over for a while. Those people were too ordinary and their surveillance skills were poor, otherwise Mr. Hu would not have been able to easily contact the mother and child without being discovered.

If someone were to change now, perhaps the situation would be different.

"Brother Du, you have to stop." The fat old man advised.

"I, Du Quan, was raised by my eldest brother since I was a child. Hu Yaozu killed my brother, so how could I not avenge him? Huang Jiu, if you are really scared, don't get involved. I can handle this matter."

"How can that be? If it weren't for Brother Du, how would I be where I am today? I must help Brother Du in this matter." The fat old man called Huang Jiu said decisively.

"Thank you very much, Brother Huang."

Du Quan did not mean to look down on Huang Jiu completely. He still treated him as an equal and did not use his financial support as a token of gratitude. This was also the reason why he was able to gain Huang Jiu's friendship.

The two men were actually the masters of West Market, known as Master Huang Jiu and Master Du Er.

Huang Jiu actually takes charge of most of the operations of Xishi. He also has important transportation tasks, and each delivery of goods is a special pick-up and delivery.

Mr. Du Er has more contact with the Lower Nine Gates, and some of his subordinates are not presentable, but they are more vicious and cruel when doing things.

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