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tspppppppBig bald head is the kitchen guy who served the raincoats in person in the restaurant just now.

He looked at me with a natural expression, but he still didn't forget to suck the cigarette in his mouth.

The blue smoke blew over and approached my nose and I smelled it the same as the cigarette smoked by an old smoker.

I turned my head and looked at the Northwest Horse again.

I had no choice but to open the door and get in the car.

When he got into the truck, the bald man turned around and said, "The horse should not die. Besides, even if it dies, it is worth it. Now, if it can make a real warrior ride by, it will not be in vain to walk in this world."

When he spoke, the car turned around.

The big bald man reached out and took a newspaper cigarette from the stand on the steering wheel and handed it to me, "Do you have it? You don't have any spits, just stick it to it."

I waved my hand.

The big bald man smiled and said, "Mo Heyan, you people in the capital don't seem to know. This thing is so powerful that it can relieve fatigue."

The car continued to move.

I soon arrived and returned to the resort.

At this time, in addition to my car, there were two big gold cup breads and a Jetta in the yard.

All those who should leave are gone.

Big bald parking.

When I came down, I asked, "Where are the two people who came with me?"

"They are from Boss Qi. I'll take you over and meet you."

We didn't go to the restaurant, so the bald leader turned a corner and went to the row of houses to the east.

When I got closer, I walked a few steps south along the flower bed, and stopped in front of an anti-theft door.

He reached out and rang the doorbell.

Five or six seconds later, the security door opened.

When I saw the big bald leader, I immediately smelled a strong smell of smoke.

The door is opposite a corridor, which should be the kitchen or something. Then there is a door on the left, with the door open and light shining inside, which can be seen vaguely showing that the house is well decorated.

There was an uncle with a beard and half a windbreaker standing at the door.

When the uncle saw me and the big bald man, he asked the bald man: "It's this kid."

Big bald man: "Well, Mr. Qi is inside."

Uncle: "I'm here, I'll get some skewers for you."

After speaking, the uncle opened the door and left.

The big bald man led me into the room.

The room is lighted very bright, with floors and furnished in place, with a desk, a TV cabinet, a computer desk, and a large tea table.

Turning around and looking, it was a circle of black leather sofas.

On one end of the sofa, Yang Dawa and Lao Yangui were lying tilted, and on the other end were two middle-aged people.

One of them was hung around his neck, on his wrist, and on his fingers were covered with bright gold.

When I came in, he glanced at me.

I looked at the dead fish and knew that this man had let the wine and sex emptied his body and was a standard rural tycoon.

The one sitting opposite the rich man on the south and the north is different.

He wore a very elegant gray wool shirt.

I have a hair that is neither long nor short, with a very white face, bright eyes, full muscles and bones. How to say it is, it is like a knife slashed, with edges and corners and particularly stylish.

OK, this type of uncle should be the boss here, Mr. Qi.

When he saw me, the other party smiled at me.

The big bald man said, "Mr. Qi, I've got you back."

Mr. Qi smiled and said, "Okay, you can be busy, you can be busy. Clean up the restaurant."

The big bald man responded, turned around and left.

Mr. Qi stood up and said, "Come on, little brother, sit down without restraint."

I wrote: "Mr. Qi is embarrassed, that horse seems..."

Mr. Qi smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's a horse. I'll ask them to contact the herdsmen and bring another one over, just sit, sit..."

I went over and sat down.

Yang Dawa looked at me and poked the old smoker again. The two of them looked at me and didn't say anything.

Mr. Qi: "You are Lao Tang's people, right?"

Yang Dawa: "Well, why? Boss Qi is not in dealing with our boss?"

Mr. Qi smiled and said, "What are you talking about? Then Old Chen, please take these two brothers to the next room to rest first. I have two words to say to this little brother."

The rural tyrant stood up according to the order.

Yang Dawa and the old smoke ghost looked at each other, and finally looked at me and said, "Go back earlier, I'll have to hurry up later."

After saying that, the two walked out of the room.

Everyone left, but Mr. Qi suddenly stopped talking, but instead wrote and painted on a large coffee table in front of a piece of paper.

I glanced at it.

The paper is drawn on it with a large nine-cluster grid. What are the words "life, death, shock, injury," "tianrui," "tengshe" and so on.

When I read these words, I recalled the ancient books I had read in my past. I suddenly remembered that this is the legendary "Qimen Dunjia" method of calculating the direction of heavenly secrets and all things?

Why is this, Mr. Qi playing this?

I was secretly shocked and then asked: "Mr. Qi, why do you like to deduce the Qimen Dunjia?"

Mr. Qi looked up and smiled: "Oh, that's it, hobbies, hobbies."

"What, what do you call me?" Mr. Qi leaned his head.

I said: "The surname is Guan, and the single name is Ren."

"Oh, where is my hometown? Where did this come from?"

I answered truthfully.

Mr. Qi said oh again, and then wrote and painted on the paper for a while.

After six or seven minutes, he looked up at me and said, "You are very familiar with Lao Tang?"

I shook my head and said that I knew Tang Jian. Then he spent money to invite me to come here to do something. But now I don’t know what the matter is, but my brother has someone to take it away, and I feel very uncomfortable. On the one hand, I am thinking about my brother, but on the other hand, I don’t know what to do next.

I have no experience in the world. But based on my perception, this person surnamed Qi is not like Tang Jian.

So, there is not much reservation, so you can say whatever you have.

Mr. Qi put down the pencil in his hand, shook his head and said, "Little brother is really a human being, rare, rare. But in this world, people are really easy to suffer losses, and they still suffer great losses. Let's do this, my surname is Qi, my hometown is Shanghai, and I am an authentic Shanghai native. It hasn't been long since I managed this thing here, for six or seven years."

"This is probably the case for me. Then, the Tang Jian you mentioned..."

Mr. Qi thought for a while and said, "I know what he asked you to do. I can also give me some advice, and I can also give you some advice. After all, I am more familiar with the Kokoxili area. What poachers, poisonous people, gold hunters, and jade to sell cultural relics. In short, in Kekoxili, you would rather meet people, bears, leopards, etc. than people."

"Why do you say that? Humans are actually crueler than those animals. Especially here, because there are fewer people, it is a blank area of ​​legal policies. To put it bluntly, if you really want to kill someone, you will die and you will be dead and you will not be able to find the bones."

Mr. Qi said this: "To be honest, I asked you to come today, not because of your kung fu. There are many people with great ability. At least, I have seen a lot of people passing by." Maru Shangwan.

"You saw it just now, I like to fiddle with the Qimen thing. Now, something has come to you. I want you to find someone for me. That's a very important person to me."

I remained silent: "Who?"

Mr. Qi thought for a while: "His name is Ma Zhanxian! He practiced Baji, nicknamed Ma Biaozi!"

At this moment, I controlled the emotions deep in my heart that I wanted to release strongly.

I pressed them tightly and pressed them tightly in my heart.

I remained silent and replied in an almost cold tone: "Sorry, I don't know this person."

A trace of disappointment appeared on Mr. Qi's face.

But soon, he looked down at the Nine Grid and said, "Whether you recognize it or not, I believe that God will let you meet, and you should be able to know this person next."

"So, if you know each other, please tell him Qi Zhenhua. I will give you a business card later, which contains my contact information. After you see this person, you ask him to call me. If he refuses to call, you say, I found clues about the incident in the Master's Sect back then."

I control my emotions tightly.

I said, "Okay, if Mr. Qi has the chance to meet the person you are talking about, I will tell him all this."

Mr. Qi: "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
To be continued...