Chapter 3 Third time tit for tat

Sun Jian has always been the person who hates not being straightforward when doing things. He never does things sloppily.No matter what he does, he often uses the most direct method.The old man asked him to go to Maowei, so he went to Maowei, and walked from his home to Maowei's door. He is always just a way, neither beating around the bush nor turning back. Mao Wei was sitting in the lobby drinking with his think tank and thugs, when Men Ding sent a plain white paper with two bowl-sized words: "Sun Jian". Mao Wei frowned, and said, "Have any of you heard of this man's name?"

His think tank was not ignorant, and immediately replied: "It seems to be Sun Yubo's son." Mao Wei frowned even tighter, and said, "Sun Yubo? Is that the old man?" The think tank said: "That's right, he likes to be called old man." Mao Wei said: "What is his son looking for me this time?" The think tank murmured: "I heard that the old man likes to make friends very much. Most likely he wants to make friends with you, uncle." In fact, he also knew that there must be other reasons for this, but he always only chose what Mao Wei liked to hear.

Mao Wei smiled and said, "In that case, let him come in!" Sun Jian didn't need to be invited, he had already walked in, because he didn't like to stand at the door and wait. No one could stop him, and those who tried to stop him were already lying on the ground and unable to get up.Mowe suddenly stood up and stared at him. Sun Jian didn't run or jump, but walked in front of him in three or two steps. No one could describe how vigorous and quick he moved. Even Mao Wei was secretly surprised, and asked aloud, "Your Excellency's surname is Sun?" Sun Jian nodded and said, "You are Mao Wei?"

Mao Wei also nodded, and said, "What can you do?" Sun Jiandao: "I'll ask you a question." Mao Wei glanced at his think tank and thugs, and said, "What are you asking?" Sun Jiandao: "Do you know Fang Youping's wife, and do you have an unclear relationship with her?" Mauve's face changed. As soon as his expression changed, his bodyguard thugs rushed over, and one of them, with a pockmarked face, rushed over with one step and wanted to push Sun Jian's chest. Sun Jian's eyes suddenly widened, and he said sharply: "How dare you!" When he got angry, his whole body was immediately filled with a kind of unfathomable but majestic power, which made people daunting.Mazi retracted his hand almost immediately.

But the job of a thug is not easy to eat. If you want to eat this job, you have to work hard for others. In recent years, Mao Wei's power has grown day by day, and he has rarely had the opportunity to work for his master. He had been living a good life in recent years, and he really didn't want to break his job, so he gritted his teeth, turned his palm into a fist and punched Sun Jian in the chest. Sun Jian suddenly grabbed his wrist, twisted his hand backwards, followed by an elbow and punched him on the spine. Mazi's face immediately contorted, and he let out a shrill scream.

But the screams did not cover the sound of his bones being smashed, and when he fell down, his body was already as soft as a puddle of mud. Sun Jian also felt that his shots were too heavy, but he didn't want to spend too much time on this kind of person. This is what he learned from a person when he was a child. If you want to achieve your goal quickly, you can't choose the means. Sure enough, none of the people who rushed over with Mazi dared to make a move. Jobs are important, but compared with life, they are still far behind. Sun Jian never looked at them again, stared at Mao Wei, and said, "Did you hear what I asked you?"

Mao Wei's face was already flushed, the veins on his neck were exposed, and he said, "What does this matter have to do with you?" Sun Jian's hand suddenly swung out again, and the edge of the palm cut against his rib on the right side. This move is not a subtle martial art, and it doesn't even change at all, but it is too accurate and too fast, and it doesn't give the opponent any chance to dodge and parry. Mao Wei's scream was more miserable than that of the pockmark. He has not been beaten for more than ten years. Sun Jiandao: "I didn't slap you in the face this time, so that you can still go out to meet people, and you won't be so polite next time."

He watched Mao Wei rolling on the ground with his hands on his chest, before he could stop, he grabbed his hem, pulled him up from the ground, and said, "If I ask you, you have to answer, do you understand now?" ?” Mao Wei's face was disfigured from the pain, cold sweat rolled down, he gritted his teeth and nodded. Sun Jian asked calmly: "You hit up Fang Pingyou's wife, didn't you?" Mawy nodded again. Sun Jiandao: "Are you still going to fool around with her?" Mao Wei shook his head, a low hiss suddenly came out of his throat, and said, "This woman is a bitch, a bitch."

Seeing the anger and resentment in his eyes, Sun Jian knew that he would never associate with that woman again, because he had already blamed her for all the suffering he suffered this time. When most people in the world are punished for their mistakes, they place the blame on others, never blame themselves. Sun Jian felt very satisfied, and said: "Okay, as long as you don't associate with her anymore, you can definitely live longer." Maowei breathed a sigh of relief secretly, thinking that the matter was over. Unexpectedly, Sun Jian suddenly said again: "But if she fools around with other men in the future, I will come to you too."

Mao Wei was taken aback, and hissed: "That woman is a born bitch, how can I control her?" Sun Jian stared into his eyes and said slowly: "I know you can definitely figure out a way." Mao Wei thought for a while, a gleam of light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and said: "I understand!" A smile appeared on Sun Jian's face for the first time, and said: "Very good, but this kind of born bitch will steal people anytime and anywhere. Since you have figured out a way, the sooner you can do it, the better." Mao Wei said: "I understand." Sun Jian's fist suddenly stretched out again, hitting his stomach between the ribs on both sides.

Mao Wei shrank back immediately, and vomited out all the food and wine he had just eaten. There was a smile on Sun Jian's face, and he said: "I'm not hitting you, I just want you to remember me well." He beat people until he couldn't get out of bed for at least half a month, and he also said that he was not beating people, which is really dumbfounding. But what he said, others had to listen. Sun Jian walked over, drank most of the pot of wine on the table, frowned and said, "You are an upstart after all, you can't even tell the difference between good wine and bad wine, how can you tell the good from the bad from a woman!" A smile suddenly appeared on Mao Wei's face, and he said: "Although the woman surnamed Fang is a whore, she is indeed a very tasty woman." Sun Jiandao: "Where is your woman?" Mao Wei's face changed again, and he said: "She... none of them can compare to her." Sun Jian stared at him, suddenly smiled, shook his head and said, "I don't believe what you say, you don't even understand wine, how can you understand women." Before finishing this sentence, he suddenly rushed in. He had already seen many women peeking behind the screen, so he rushed in and picked the most pleasing one to pull over and carried it on his shoulders. The woman seemed to have been so frightened that she couldn't even move. Mao Wei changed color and said, "You...what do you want to do?" Sun Jiandao: "Not doing anything, just doing what you often do." He grabbed Mao Wei's hand again, and shouted sharply, "Send me out." He didn't want to be plotted against halfway, so he used it as a shield. He was not afraid of anything else, but trouble. Mao Wei had no choice but to send him out, almost crying, and said, "As long as you release Fengjuan, I will give you a thousand taels of gold." Sun Jian blinked and said, "Is she worth that much?" Mao Wei gritted his teeth and refused to answer. Sun Jiandao: "Do you like her very much?" Mao Wei still refused to answer. Sun Jian laughed again, and said: "Very well, then next time you hit other people's wives, you should think about your own woman first." There is a tall horse outside the door, obviously a good horse. As soon as Sun Jian went out, he jumped on Ma Juechen and left, never giving anyone a chance to retaliate. This is what he learned from a person when he was a child.The man didn't talk much, and every word he said was unforgettable. As the horse traveled ten miles, the woman on his shoulder suddenly giggled. Sun Jiandao: "So you didn't faint." Fengjuan giggled and said, "Of course not, I wanted to follow you." Sun Jiandao: "Why?" Fengjuan said: "Because you are a man, you have masculinity, and I think this is very exciting." Sun Jiandao: "Mao Wei treats you badly?" Fengjuan laughed and said: "Although he is rich, he is a cheapskate. If he treats me badly, how can he be willing to spend a thousand taels of gold for me?" Sun Jian nodded, and suddenly stopped talking. Fengjuan said: "This is very uncomfortable, can you let me down? I want to sit in your arms." Sun Jian shook his head. Fengjuan sighed and said, "You are such a weird person." Sun Jian hit the horse even more urgently. There was a wilderness ahead, with no trace of people. Fengjuan was already getting a little scared, and couldn't help but ask, "Where are you taking me?" Sun Jiandao: "Go to a place you can't think of." Fengjuan breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a charming smile: "I know you want to find excitement, but it's the same everywhere." After a while, she suddenly said again: "I know the woman surnamed Fang, her name is Zhu Qing." Sun Jiandao: "Oh." Feng Juan said: "She's such a born bitch, she wants to sleep with men every day, if she doesn't steal, it's harder than if a dog doesn't eat shit, I really don't know what Mao Wei can come up with." Sun Jiandao: "A dead bitch won't steal!" He suddenly let go of Fengjuan's hand, and Fengjuan immediately fell off his shoulders, falling heavily to the ground like a sack of flour. She screamed, "What are you doing?" Sun Jian's horse rushed out to the point of an arrow, and then came back, riding on the saddle and looking at her coldly. Fengjuan stretched out her hand and said, "Pull me up quickly." Sun Jiandao: "If I want to pull you up, I won't let you fall down." Fengjuan still wanted to make a charming smile, but the muscles on her face were stiffened by fear, and she said angrily: "You snatched me, so you want to bring me here and throw me down?" Sun Jiandao: "Not bad." Fengjuan shouted: "What do you mean?" Sun Jian smiled, the horse under his seat had already left, and he didn't like to explain to others what he did. Especially don't like explaining to women. Fengjuan gritted her teeth and cursed loudly, swearing all the vicious words in the world. Then she fell down again and cried bitterly. She was crying not because her bones ached like they were about to fall apart, nor because she was going back step by step. She cried bitterly because she knew that Mao Wei would not believe her words, and would never believe that Sun Jian had done nothing to her. If Sun Jian did it, she would not be sad at all. There is a kind of woman in the world who never knows what is insult and what is shame. She is that kind of woman. When someone insulted her, she was happy, but when she was not insulted, she felt ashamed. She would never understand what Sun Jian meant. What Sun Jian did was just to let Mao Wei experience the feeling of his wife being robbed. A tooth for a tooth, blood for blood. Although the old man knew that it was not good to punish others in this way, he never thought of a better way. Few could think of a better way. Sun Jian was riding on the horse, and he couldn't help laughing. The old man didn't instruct him how to deal with this matter, but he believed that even if the old man took action himself, he might not be able to do better than him. In recent years, he has gradually learned the old man's methods and skills in doing things. He feels good about himself. At dusk, the old man still stayed in the chrysanthemum garden, deworming the chrysanthemums and pruning the flowering branches. He likes to do it himself, he said it is his entertainment, not work. He only put down the flower scissors in his hand when he saw brothers Wen Hu and Wen Bao walking in. It is his job to meet his subordinates. He worked as he worked and played as he played, never mixing the two. He doesn't mess anything up. Wen Hu and Wen Bao are two vigorous young men, but their faces are wrinkled due to hard training, and they look much older than their actual age. Now they all had a tired look on their faces. It was obvious that they had worked very hard in the past two days, but as long as they could see the old man's approving smile, no matter how hard they worked, it was nothing. The old man was smiling and said, "Have you finished your business?" Wen Hu bowed and said, "Yes!" The old man said: "Tell me what happened!" Wen Hu said: "Let's first find out that Master Xu Dabao has a daughter, and then try to take her away." The old man said: "How old is his daughter? Is she married?" Wen Hu said: "She is twenty-one this year, and she is not married yet, because she is not beautiful and has a bad temper. It is said that she was engaged before, but she beat her future in-laws away !" The old man nodded and said, "Go ahead." Wen Hu said: "We got to know the Jiang family brothers again, got them drunk, and then took them to Miss Xu." Wen Bao went on to say: "When those two boys see a woman when they're drunk, it's like a fly seeing blood. No matter who the woman is, they will act recklessly as soon as they meet." Wen Hu said: "We didn't take action until they finished, and taught them a lesson." Wen Bao said: "We were very careful when we did it, especially avoiding the tops of their heads and the back of their heads. We will never kill them, but they will never get out of bed for at least three months." One of the brothers practiced Tiger Fist, and the other practiced Iron Sand Palm. Their martial arts were the same as those of the old man's subordinates. They didn't have any tricks, but they were surprisingly fast. But the old man said that martial arts is not for others to see, so there is no need to look good at all. The Jiang family brothers might be able to fight them when they were sober, but when they were drunk, they couldn't do anything except groaning and screaming in pain. Wen Hu said: "Then we hired sedan chairs and sent all three of them to Xu Qingsong." Wen Bao said: "It's a pity we couldn't see the expression on Xu Qingsong's face at that time." They spoke very briefly and to the point, and shut up immediately after speaking. They knew the old man didn't like to listen to nonsense. The old man had no expression on his face, even the smile had disappeared. Wen Hu and Wen Bao's hearts began to sink. They already knew that they must have done something wrong. Whoever does something wrong will be punished, no one can be an exception. After a long time, the old man said in a deep voice, "Do you know what you did wrong?" Wen Hu and Wen Bao lowered their heads together. The old man said: "It's not too long for the brothers of the Jiang family to lie in bed for three months. Xu Qingsong is unfair. He should be taught this kind of lesson. You have done a good job in this regard." His voice suddenly became very severe, and he said sharply: "But what did Xu Qingsong's daughter do wrong? Are you going to torture her like that?" Both Wen Hu and Wen Bao were sweating coldly on their foreheads, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads. When the old man was angry, no one dared to look him in the face. After a long time, the old man's anger subsided a little, and he said, "Who came up with this idea?" Wenhu and Wenbao rushed to say: "Me." The old man looked at the two brothers, the anger in his eyes subsided a bit, and he said slowly: "Wen Hu is more honest, so he must not come up with such an idea." Wen Bao lowered his head even lower, and murmured, "Brother didn't quite agree with this matter." The old man walked around in circles with his hands behind his back, suddenly stopped in front of him, and said, "I know you are not married yet." Wen Bao said: "Not yet." The old man said: "Take my post immediately and go to Xujiabao to ask for marriage, and beg Miss Xu to marry you." Wen Bao seemed to have been stepped on by someone suddenly, and immediately turned pale, and said in a low voice: "But...but..." The old man sternly said: "It's nothing but not only. If you are told to ask for a marriage, you should go and ask for a marriage. If you have harmed her for the rest of her life, you have to be responsible. Even if Miss Xu has a bad temper, you should obey her." No matter who does something wrong, he must be punished, I am afraid only the old man can think of it! Wen Bao wiped his sweat and said, "What if Master Xu doesn't agree?" The old man said: "He will never refuse, especially at this time." Of course Xu Qingsong would not refuse, now he only worries about his daughter not getting married.What's more, Wen Bao was originally a very promising young man. Wenbao didn't dare to speak any more, and walked out dejectedly. Walking out of the chrysanthemum garden, Wen Hu patted his brother on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "There is no need to be depressed, you should have gotten married long ago. After you get married, you will gradually find out that having a wife is not so bad There are even many advantages.” Wen Bao snorted through his nose and murmured, "Benefits, there are fucking benefits." Wen Hu said: "As the saying goes, if you have money or not, marry a wife to celebrate the New Year, at least in winter nights, when you are freezing outside, you can get into your wife's hot bed as soon as you get back, and she will never bombard you come out." Wen Bao sneered: "Now I also have many people's hot quilts to sleep in, and I can change to a fresh hot quilt every day." Wen Hu said: "But there may already be other men in those hot quilts, and you can only stare at the side, but the wife is different, only the wife will wait for you to go back with an empty quilt every day." Wen Bao said: "I remembered a sentence, I wonder if you have heard it?" Wen Hu said: "What are you talking about?" Wen Bao said: "Even if you want to eat eggs every day, you don't need to raise a hen at home." Wen Hu laughed, and said: "This metaphor is not good, in fact, my wife is like eating a package meal." Wen Bao said, "Eat a package meal?" Wen Hu said: "As long as you want, you can go back to eat at any time, but if you want to change your taste, you can still eat wild food outside." Wen Bao also laughed, just smiled, and immediately frowned again, sighing: "Actually, I am not really against marrying a wife, but if the one I marry is a tigress, who can bear it?" Wen Hu said: "I also remembered a sentence, I wonder if you have heard of it?" Wen Bao said: "You say." Wen Hu said: "Women are like horses, and men ride horses. As long as the rider is capable, no matter how difficult the horse is, it will still become docile in the end. If you want her to go east, she will never dare To the west!" He smiled again, and continued: "Your sister-in-law's temper was not good at first, but now..." Wen Bao said: "Is she in a good temper now?" Wen Hu raised his head, and said proudly: "Now I have gradually let her understand who is the head of the family." As soon as he finished speaking, a tall and big woman suddenly walked out of the chrysanthemum bushes, staring at him with a pair of almond eyes bigger than peaches, and said, "Tell me, who is the head of the family?" Wen Hu immediately became like a rooster who had lost the fight, and smiled apologetically, "Of course it's you." The old man raised the flower scissors again, and he found that many chrysanthemum branches had too many leaves. The extra leaves not only hindered the appearance, but also deprived the flower of nutrients and hindered its growth. The old man doesn't like superfluous things, just like he doesn't like superfluous people! There are not many people under him who are actually responsible for the actual operation, but everyone is very capable and completely loyal to him. For this, he has always been very satisfied. He knew that no matter what he ordered them to do, most of them would be able to complete the task satisfactorily, so in recent years he has rarely done it himself. But that's not to say he's out of reach. He is sure that he still has the power to knock down anyone who tries to violate him! When Yishi's sword hit him that day, at that moment, he had seen three flaws in Yishi's swordsmanship. Even if no one else made a move, he could still knock him down at the last moment. He often has to wait until the last moment to make a move, because at this time the opponent's strength is almost exhausted, and the new strength has not yet been generated, and he thinks that the blow is about to succeed, and the vigilance in his heart must be relaxed.At this time, he will definitely fight back, which is often a fatal blow. It's just that it's not easy to wait until the last moment. It requires not only extraordinary composure and courage, but also many painful experiences. He found out that Ritsu Kagawa was not his own son, but his loyalty and obedience to him were not even comparable to that of Sun Jian. He had grown to appreciate the young man recently, and was determined to pass on half of his career to him. Because only his calmness and wit can make up for Sun Jian's violent temper.The bigger the business, the more people like him are needed to maintain it. It's different when you start a business. When starting a business, we need people who can work hard and dare to work hard. The old man thought of the man in gray again. Of course he knew who this man was, but he never mentioned it, as if this man had never appeared before. This person has indeed done many things for him that others cannot, but if he is left now, it will only increase the trouble, because no matter what happens to him, he will use violence to solve it.But the old man has learned many methods that are more effective than killing people. What he wants now is not the lives of others, but the obedience and worship of others. Because he has discovered that taking another's life does him no good. But if you can get the obedience and worship of others, you will benefit forever. The man in gray will never understand this truth. The old man sighed, quite dissatisfied with the methods he used that day, and when one starts a business, there are always many unspeakable secrets, and he knows too many secrets. If it had been someone else, he might have been eliminated long ago. But the old man did not do this, which is what makes him different. Sometimes he does things by unscrupulous means, but he is indeed a generous and generous person with a big heart. No one can deny this. How many careers does the old man have?What kind of business are they? It's a secret that no one knows except himself. Of course so many businesses require many people to maintain. So the old man has been constantly absorbing newcomers. He suddenly thought of the plainly dressed and calm young man who came to pay his respects that day. He still remembered that this young man was called "Chen Zhiming". He had a good impression of this young man, and felt that with a little training, he could become a very good assistant for him.It's a pity that this boy hasn't appeared since that day. "Maybe I'm really old, and I'm not as thoughtful in taking care of him as before. I forgot to keep him that day." The old man took another breath, thumped his back with his backhand, and looked at the beautiful sunset in the west. The meaning of desolation and depression. Recently, he has often felt this way, so he has gradually pinned his hopes on the next generation. Especially Ritsu Kagawa. Every time Ritsu Kagawa went to do errands, the old man never worried that he would fail. This time it was different, this time the old man actually felt a little uneasy, because he knew the strength of the "Twelve Feipeng Gang" very well, and he also knew the methods of King Wanpeng very well. He was afraid that Ritsu Kagawa would be in danger. But immediately he felt that he had too many worries. Ritsu Kagawa had always taken good care of himself, and even if he couldn't complete the task this time, he would definitely be able to escape unscathed. "Worrying too much, I'm afraid only the elderly will have such a mood!" The old man sighed, and walked slowly back to his room under the setting sun. At this moment, he suddenly felt that it was time for him to stop. .But this feeling is always like a flash in the pan, and when the sun rises tomorrow morning, he will immediately become ambitious again. There is a kind of people in the world who will never be knocked down by anything, not even "old" and "death". Of course, there are not many such people, but the old man is undoubtedly one of them. When Lu Xiangchuan was sitting in the car, what he was thinking of was not King Wanpeng he was going to deal with, but the man in gray who killed people like mowing grass. On the day the martial arts overlord made his plot, he hadn't seen the face of the man in gray, but he had already vaguely guessed who he was.He didn't ask the old man. No one in the world can ask him to say things that the old man doesn't want to say. Since the old man never mentions this person, he doesn't even have to ask. He only vaguely felt that this person must be Han Tang. Even he has never seen that kind of quick and ruthless killing method. What Han Tang did, no one has done it before, and no one will be able to do it in the future. In recent years, Lu Xiangchuan's status has become more and more important, his power has been increasing day by day, and he can directly command many people, but no matter what method he uses, he can't find out Han Tang's ins and outs. Does anyone know where this person used to be?What have you done?Where did you learn martial arts? Everyone must have a history in their forties or fifties, but this person has none at all. It was as if such a person did not exist in the world.