Chapter 62

Hearing that the Huang Kui Gang's accountant had let Chen Pi carry his load for the whole way.

The whole venue burst into laughter.

"Hilarious, how can there be a funny segment in such a bloody and low-pressure story?"

"I can imagine the accountant's expression!"

"Chen Pi is also unlucky enough; he could have acted cool, but he ended up doing manual labor for someone for the whole way, and his coolness is gone!"

"This is all caused by the ten wen; no way! The accountant gave too much!"

Zhang Lin listened to everyone's teasing and didn't take it to heart.

There were a few more funny points in the story of Chen Pi's 'Four Slaughters of Huang Kui', but it wouldn't change the overall tone of the story.

For example, this accountant—everyone until now thought he was just here to invite Chen Pi to discuss things, and would never predict the future development.

At this time, Zhang Lin continued: "After the accountant reacted, he was also able to bend and stretch, immediately flattering Chen Pi with good words, and saying he had eyes but didn't recognize Mount Tai, letting Chen Pi carry his load for the whole way."

"At this time, Chen Pi had carried such heavy goods for the whole way and was already exhausted. Hearing the accountant's words, he became even more irritable."

"He immediately asked him impatiently what he wanted."

"The accountant immediately laid out all the gifts he brought and also showed one thousand wen."

"He said everything Ban Tuo had told him before, his tone extremely polite, and also said he invited Chen Pi to have a meal."

"Seeing the one thousand wen the accountant took out, Chen Pi sat up straight, stared at the one thousand wen, and asked: 'Help you eliminate harm? What gang are you?'"

"Everyone, at that moment, Chen Pi felt a subtle change in his heart. This feeling was fleeting, and he couldn't capture it."

"In his life, it was the first time someone had come to him with gifts and spoken to him in such a polite way!"

At this moment, as long as one had some Jianghu experience and understood human relationships, one knew what that fleeting feeling of Chen Pi was.

Actually, it was very simple: a small character looked down upon by everyone was suddenly treated with courtesy.

He saw what kind of respect people could get under certain rules and identities!

For a young man, this felt fresh and had a huge impact!

Ordinary people would be addicted to this feeling, unable to extricate themselves, and even actively pursue it.

Those spirited young people who mix in society are actually all like this.

They are all looking for a sense of existence and the pleasure of being valued in the fear and envy of others!

But in reality, society is divided into too many levels.

Like Chen Pi A-si, among the beggars, he is a character no one dares to provoke.

But does he have this pleasure among the beggars? No.

But when the identity rises to another level, to the level of Jianghu people like the Huang Kui Gang, it is already considered crossing classes.

When someone above his own class treats Chen Pi politely, the impact of this pleasure is huge!

Chen Pi also said that he was like Chun Shen; except for his skills, he was actually dull by nature.

So this feeling was fleeting for him.

But the Huang Kui Gang's accountant didn't know this; he still treated Chen Pi as an ordinary, ignorant beggar.

"The accountant saw the look in Chen Pi's eyes when he looked at the one thousand wen, and disdain immediately arose in his heart."

"Sighing that no matter how powerful his skills were, his vision and identity were there; when it came down to it, Chen Pi was still a beggar!"

"So his heart relaxed, feeling that Chen Pi was easy to deal with."

"Hearing Chen Pi ask him, he immediately answered that their gang was the Huang Kui Gang!"

"But he didn't know that Chen Pi's hands were trembling with excitement at this moment. He repeatedly asked the accountant if it was really the Huang Kui Gang, and if people from their gang were waiting for him to eat at the restaurant."

"The accountant sneered in his heart—eat? Eat my ass! The people of the Huang Kui Gang had long been lying in ambush at the restaurant; as long as Chen Pi followed him, he would be dead."

"At this time, the accountant was very proud, seeing Chen Pi excited, thinking he had taken the bait."

"Sure enough, he saw Chen Pi stand up and rummage through the pile of gifts the accountant brought."

"Chen Pi picked out a piece of clothing and compared it on himself. At this moment, the accountant was still mocking Chen Pi, thinking he was indeed a young man—going to a restaurant to eat and still knowing how to dress up."

"He didn't expect that the next moment, he would see Chen Pi holding the clothes, throwing them over his shoulder, and stabbing the accountant in the heart with a knife!"

Everyone heard this and was shocked!

Everyone thought Chen Pi would follow the accountant to the restaurant to eat, and by the way, find out the owner of the Exemption Flag.

They were still worried for Chen Pi, afraid he would fall into the Huang Kui Gang's trap.

They didn't expect Chen Pi to act so neatly!

One knife took the accountant's life!

Sure enough, Chen Pi A-si was not an ordinary person; even if he was a young man now, he was not an ordinary young man!

Trying to use money and fame to tempt Chen Pi A-si didn't work at all.

At this moment, everyone suddenly had a different feeling about Chen Pi A-si.

Because this person was too stubborn, stubborn to the point of being a bit mad.

He had to do what he promised!

"The accountant shook all over, and saw the blood from his heart spreading out."

"Chen Pi used the clothes to press his heart, stuffing them hard into the wound on his chest. The accountant simply couldn't believe that Chen Pi would actually kill him!"

"Chen Pi looked around; no one noticed. He wiped his hands, turned back, took off his clothes, went to the gifts, found a new jacket, and dressed neatly."

"At this time, he discovered that after putting on the new clothes, he actually had a bit of style."

"He stuffed the one thousand wen into his bosom, and with two 'Wang Ba He Zi' (pistols), the nine-pronged hook, and the pineapple knife, he went to the restaurant!"

Zhang Lin stopped suddenly when he said this.

Everyone looked at him blankly and began to shout.

"Mr. Zhang, continue! Chen Pi killed ten people of the Huang Kui Gang, and this is the second slaughter, and there's still the second slaughter you haven't told!"

"Right, we're at the critical moment, Mr. Zhang, you can't stop here!"

"Right, right, right, stop here, I'm going to throw a tantrum."

Hearing the audience shouting, Zhang Lin bowed and said helplessly: "Everyone, it's not that I don't want to say more, but the crosstalk show in the evening at Sanqing Garden is about to start."

"No matter what, I can't take up their time, right?"

When Zhang Lin said this, everyone was helpless.

They could only slowly leave the venue, still wanting more.

Just as Zhang Lin returned to the backstage to rest, he found that Yin Yin Nanfeng, who had just helped him out, had walked in.

This woman was in a cheongsam, full of charm, and was indeed a top-tier beauty.

As soon as Yin Yin Nanfeng came in, she said: "Mr. Zhang's story is told very wonderfully. I wonder if you are interested in telling stories in another place?"

Telling stories in another place?

Zhang Lin hadn't really thought about this!

Although Sanqing Garden is small and can only hold three or four hundred people, its location is good!

It is on Qianmen Street in the capital. This place is an inch of land and an inch of gold, a tourist distribution center.

People coming from the south and going to the north, passing by Sanqing Garden, will buy tickets to listen to storytelling or crosstalk if they have time.

This place will never lack an audience!

If Zhang Lin wants to accumulate storytelling points, he must always have people listening to him tell stories to expand his influence.

Seeing that Zhang Lin didn't speak, Yin Yin Nanfeng smiled, full of charm.

After a long while, she said: "Mr. Zhang, if I were you, I would definitely consider it carefully."

"Sanqing Garden is too small a temple. Isn't the influence of my Crescent Hotel bigger than it?"

Zhang Lin muttered in his heart: when it comes to influence, your Crescent Hotel really can't compare to Sanqing Garden in the eyes of the public!

Because the public doesn't know about the Crescent Hotel at all!

But what is Sanqing Garden? This is the territory of the Deyun Society.

It is also the permanent residence of Zhang Zhang Yunlei, the most popular crosstalk actor of the Deyun Society.

Sanqing Garden takes these two rides, so it is well-known throughout the country.

But the Crescent Hotel is famous in the tomb-robbing world, but outside, it's a bit lacking!

Seeing Zhang Lin's expression, Yin Yin Nanfeng also knew what Zhang Lin was thinking.

She said directly: "Perhaps it was because my Crescent Hotel was too low-key before."

"But if Mr. Zhang tells a story for the Crescent Hotel, wouldn't it immediately become famous throughout the country?"

"I believe that the legends that happened at the Crescent Hotel are no worse than the Nine Gates you told."

Zhang Lin agreed with this.

The Crescent Hotel itself is extremely legendary!

Any story that happens in it is enough to make people's blood boil!

Seeing Zhang Lin moved, Yin Yin Nanfeng didn't say anything more; she knew the principle of stopping when it's enough.

She handed over an invitation and said: "Three days later, the Crescent Hotel will hold an auction for the Snake-Eyed Copper Fish. I hope Mr. Zhang will do me the honor."

Looking at the simple invitation in his hand, Zhang Lin nodded and said: "Okay, I will definitely attend in three days!"

Yin Yin Nanfeng left, and Zhang Lin also packed his things to go home.

It was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening, and Zhang Lin was walking in the small alley at the back door of Sanqing Garden.

The alleys here are all old-fashioned Beijing courtyards, so the road conditions and street lights are not very good.

Under the dim light, Zhang Lin walked slowly alone.

But after walking only a few steps, he stopped and said to the person behind him: "No need to follow me. If you have anything you want to ask, you can ask directly."

At this time, the short-haired high school student who had been listening to the story on the second floor walked out.

A youthful face, but paired with a pair of viper-like eyes, staring at Zhang Lin motionless.

Zhang Lin's heart moved—a Wang family member?

A Wang family member had already appeared!

The girl opened her mouth and said: "Do you know the secret of the Snake-Eyed Copper Fish?"

Zhang Lin nodded, "I know."

Then he looked at the girl and said: "I also know your name is Shen Qiong, and you are a high school student."

Shen Qiong was startled when she heard this, looking at Zhang Lin with suspicion.

"How much do you actually know?"

Zhang Lin smiled and said somewhat annoyingly: "I know everything!"

Shen Qiong immediately retorted: "Impossible! There is no one in this world who knows everything!"

Zhang Lin said easily: "How is it impossible? I know what you know, and I also know the secret you don't know yet and are looking for!"

"Sigh, you say it's annoying or not? Actually, if you ask me, I don't want to know so much!"

Shen Qiong, who was a bit angry at Zhang Lin's words, suddenly stood there not knowing what to say.

And Zhang Lin looked at this little girl who was like a green apple.

Suddenly said: "Want to know the secret? Then come with me."