Shenhao starts from fishing

Ding Shuo knows the severity.

Of course, those three little gangsters who don't know the height of the sky will be sent to the hospital with broken hands and feet;

Nor will it be as if nothing has happened, just let them as a fart;

Rather, grabbing the hair is just a sex, screaming and screaming, making them suffer from the flesh and blood, but also have a long memory.

After all, there is an old saying on the rivers and lakes: if you come out, you will have to pay it back sooner or later!

After teaching the three gangsters, Ding Shuo didn't rush back to the gallery, but turned his head and rode towards the seafood market.

With his fist, he inquired a little bit of news from the mouths of three little gangsters. The two brothers Qiao Yuesen lived in the chaotic Dikou Village near the seafood market.

It seems that Qiao Yuesen was beaten up by Brother Gun because he didn't move himself last night.

This kind of thing is caused by oneself, so you can't ignore it.

Ten minutes later, Ding Shuo rode a motorcycle and turned into the narrow alley of Dikouzhuang. Every household here was covered with houses. The winding alleys were like a maze, and it was easy to get lost.

The muddy road is very difficult to navigate, and Ding Shuo is still a little idiot. He searched for a long time before he found the house number provided by the three little gangsters.

No. 220.

The faded red tin door was concealed, and dogs barked in the yard.

The two old ladies sitting at the opposite gate, enjoying the shade, slapped the fan in their hands and stared at Ding Shuo with curious eyes: "Young man, are you renting a house or looking for someone?"

Ding Shuo took off the helmet and smiled and asked the old lady: "Auntie, I'm looking for someone. Are there two brothers living here? My brother's face was burned."

A vigilance flashed across the old lady's face: "Who are you brothers?"

"Oh, I am their friend."

"Oh...their brothers seem to have offended someone recently. One was injured a while ago, but another one was injured last night. Go and take a look. On the third floor, go out of the stairs and turn right to the room at the end. ."

"Okay, thank you auntie."

Ding Shuo parked his motorcycle at the door, pushed the door into the courtyard, and saw that the small courtyard was full of debris. The landlord lived on the first floor, and the second and third floors were all tenants.

The rent here is probably cheaper, so the people living here are particularly mixed. When Ding Shuo walked to the second floor, he even heard the sound of rubbing mahjong from the room on the second floor near the stairs.

When he arrived on the third floor, Ding Shuo walked straight to the end along the corridor and knocked gently on the door.

"Who?" A voice came out of the room, not Qiao Yuesen.

"I'm looking for Qiao Yuesen." Ding Shuo said in a low voice.

The door was opened, and a shirtless small flat head with a cast on his right arm appeared in Ding Shuo’s vision. The vigilance on his face disappeared, and he seemed to recognize Ding Shuo, but he was still not too sure: "You Is it Big Brother Ding?"

Ding Shuo nodded, lowered his voice and asked, "Where is your brother?"

"Come in and talk..." Xiaopingtou invited Ding Shuo into the room, who was Qiao Yuesen's younger brother Qiao Yuehai.

The rental house has one room and one living room. It seems to be only thirty or forty square meters. There is no bathroom and no kitchen. There are only two single beds, a simple wardrobe, a dilapidated sofa, a glass coffee table full of debris, and There are several plastic stools, plus a squeaky floor fan.

Qiao Yuehai was not as burly as his older brother, and he was a little over one meter tall, but in Ding Shuo's eyes, he was a little thin.

He took away some of the clothes on the sofa and made a place: "Brother Ding, sit down! My brother went out to call you. He has been out for more than half an hour, so he should be back soon."

"Call me?" Ding Shuo frowned slightly.

Qiao Yuehai nodded, picked up a cigarette case on the coffee table, and handed out the only cigarette in it to Ding Shuo. He found a cigarette butt from the ashtray made of a can and held it on his mouth: "Remember the last time my brother took a few people to block you in the alley, but you beat him back and let it go again?"

Ding Shuo nodded, "Yes".

Qiao Yuesen continued: "One of them followed my brother to the gate of your residence last night and recognized you at a glance. So last night everyone went back empty-handed. The bastard secretly beat Lin Kun. Report that my brother and you have colluded and let you go."

"Lin Kun?"

"Oh, everyone calls him Brother Gun, because he hasn't graduated from elementary school, he always writes in separate families, and often writes his name as'wooden stick', so everyone calls him Brother Gun..."

"Well, you go on."

"Brother Gun learned that my brother had betrayed him, so he came to the door to beat up my brother and smashed our brothers' mobile phones on the spot. My brother was worried that you were in danger, so he sneaked out and said to call you. Calls."

Before Qiao Yuehai's words fell, Ding Shuo's cell phone buzzed and vibrated. It was an unfamiliar phone number.

Ding Shuo answered the call, and Qiao Yuesen's voice came through the phone: "Ge Ding is me, Qiao Yuesen, where are you now?"

"I'm at your house, now with your brother."

"Huh? Hurry up. The place I live is not safe, and there are brother Gun’s eyeliners everywhere. In order not to be spotted by them, I ran a long distance before calling you. Listen to me and go quickly. Go to the outside city to hide for a few days..."

Ding Shuo frowned: "It's not that serious, right?"

On the other end of the phone, Qiao Yuesen lowered his voice and said, "Listening to Brother Gun, the gold master has increased the price again. In addition to Brother Gun, a few people are also eyeing you!"

"okay, I get it."

The muscles in the corners of Ding Shuo's eyes twitched. It seems that he and Wang Tian don't have that much hatred, right?Need so many people to do yourself?

He was surprised that a person's mind could actually be so narrow.

It made me seem to put a green hat on his father.

After hanging up Qiao Yuesen's phone, Ding Shuo left Qiao Yuehai 2,000 yuan, which was a little compensation for himself, so he went back downstairs and hurriedly left Dikouzhuang on a motorcycle.

As soon as he left with his front foot, the old lady sitting at the door took out an elderly cell phone and dialed a phone number: "Kunkun, come to the young man with the brothers and left on a motorcycle."

...

After leaving Dikouzhuang on a motorcycle, Ding Shuo paid special attention to whether anyone was following him behind him.

It turns out that I think too much.

A few punks, not so much energy and energy.

Riding a motorcycle back to Antique Street, as soon as Ding Shuo walked into the gallery, Liu Yicun held his hand with excitement: "Master, Ma Ma just sold that painting."

Ding Shuo nodded and praised: "Sister Hua is really a good business man. She opened her job as soon as she started."

Liu Anhua was a little embarrassed to be praised by Ding Shuo: "No, the little girl didn't ask anything just now. She left the money and took the painting away."

"Little girl?" Ding Shuo was taken aback. Before he asked what kind of girl it was, Liu Yicun carried a heavy black convenience bag in front of him.

"Master, quickly open it!" Liu Yicun raised his small face with a bright smile.

Ding Shuo knew that money was inside.

But when he opened the bag and looked at the big bundle of money, he couldn't help swallowing.

"Goo..."