Chapter 466: Sending You a Triple Promotion

"I said, you two aren't staying properly in the capital, so what are you doing coming here?"

"Speak up, are you mute?"

The appearance of Wei Jiaxian caught Old Song somewhat off guard, and he was also very angry.

He was old and didn't care about himself, but Wei Jiaxian was the only son of three generations, and his child was still very young; how could he come to take such a risk?

But facing Old Song's questioning, Wei Jiaxian didn't say a word at all, lowered his head, and walked straight into the attic.

"You..."

This Wei Jiaxian was someone Old Song had watched grow up since he was a child; he was slow of speech but stubborn in temper. The more he refused to speak, the less you could do about him.

Old Song felt his head swelling, while Tan Min on the side was sarcastically adding fuel to the fire.

"We came to see if you old thing have been doing anything shameful. You haven't been seen for over half a year, and you even said you went back to your hometown. Is your hometown in Guangdong Province? Oh my, your hometown is even by the seaside!"

Old Song smacked his lips, his few yellow teeth biting back and forth, but in the end, he still didn't fly up with a kick to burst Tan Min's two balls.

Old Song helplessly entered the house and found that Wei Jiaxian and Tan Min were already washing rice to cook.

After cursing once, Old Song went up to the attic on his own, sat on the chair in front of the window, and dozed off.

Wei Jiaxian stood behind Old Song and said slowly and firmly: "My grandfather, grandmother, and aunt all died at their hands, and my father also died because of them. If I forget, how can I face them?"

Moreover, after eating, the two of them fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow, which angered Old Song quite a bit.

Night fell, and Old Song opened his eyes; there was a bit of spirit in his murky eyes.

Two hours later, there was no movement in the courtyard opposite. Old Song's observation was as steady as a rock, but a light sound of footsteps rang out behind him.

"A thing that can't even kick out a fart with eight legs."

The situation between the two, to put it in Dongshan dialect, was "dogs biting tigers, both sides afraid," meaning that after a dog and a wolf confront each other, both are timid.

"Sigh~"

Although the sky outside was pitch black, people couldn't work in the dark, especially when messing with fragile things like antiques. As long as there was a little movement in the opposite courtyard, Old Song could always see it clearly.

The two mutes just cooked and ate on their own, wolfing down their food like poor relatives who had come to rely on a wealthy family.

Old Song sighed and said: "Xiaoxian! Actually, these are all the grievances of our generation. By your generation, there's really nothing left. If you forget, then forget it!"

Old Song's ears twitched, as if he had expected it long ago.

"Unless that person dies, otherwise, whether it's my son, my grandson, or my great-grandson, they cannot forget."

Seeing that Old Song didn't dare to make a move, Tan Min snorted lightly and went around from the side.

"Uncle, let me do it! You get some sleep."

"Hmph~"

It's just that the distance he circled was a bit far, keeping at least two meters away from Old Song.

It was mainly because the two had clashed many times before. This Tan Min had been retired for two years, but his kung fu hadn't dropped at all, and because he had come down from the southern battlefield, this little rabbit was truly reckless and dared to make a move!

"Tsk~"

He took out the binoculars again and placed them on the table, then carefully observed the opposite courtyard at a frequency of once every ten minutes.

Old Song felt his teeth aching again.

He said earnestly: "Xiaoxian! What did your father tell you when he was dying? You guarding your wife and living a good life is what counts as being worthy of your father and grandfather. This grievance is mine; don't fight me for it."

Wei Jiaxian didn't speak again, but picked up the binoculars on the table and silently looked toward the courtyard on the other side of the river.

Old Song wanted to persuade him further, but heard Tan Min slowly walking up from downstairs.

"I said, you two aren't sleeping in the middle of the night; are you using binoculars to peek at big girls taking a bath?"

"I'm watching your mother take a bath!"

Old Song, who had been holding back his anger for half a day, finally stopped holding back, jumped up, and wanted to spar with Tan Min.

Tan Min was stunned, his sky-high anger rushing straight to the top of his head. He rushed up and grabbed Old Song by the collar.

But before he could break Old Song's nose with a punch, he felt a sharp pain in his thigh and almost couldn't stand.

"You old thing are playing dirty again; I'm going to dismantle your bones today!"

But just as the two were about to see blood, Wei Jiaxian suddenly whispered: "Don't talk! There's movement in the opposite courtyard; it seems someone is digging up dirt."

Old Song and Tan Min stopped at the same time, but still maintained the posture of tearing at each other.

Old Song asked in a low voice: "Look carefully, are they digging dirt in the northeast corner of the courtyard?"

Wei Jiaxian said: "Yes, something is being dug out and is being packed into a box."

Old Song twisted his body, nimbly broke free from Tan Min's grip, snatched the binoculars from Wei Jiaxian's hand, and looked carefully himself.

A moment later, Old Song's hands couldn't help but tremble.

Last time, the Guan brothers gave the Prince Beile two items, so with the Prince Beile's shrewdness and suspicion, he couldn't be fooled again this time. He would definitely come to the scene to inspect the goods, and that would be his chance.

Watching the Guan brothers pack the items into boxes one by one and then load them onto their own donkey cart, Old Song knew the time had come.

Old Song took a deep breath, handed the binoculars to Wei Jiaxian, and then said to Tan Min: "Watch your brother-in-law well; don't let him leave this room, otherwise your sister might end up a widow."

"Fart, you old thing are just asking for a beating today, I..."

Tan Min didn't finish his sentence; he suddenly stopped.

Because he watched Old Song take out a long weapon, the muzzle swaying back and forth toward him.

Tan Min, who had been on the battlefield, wouldn't be like those ignorant people who thought Old Song didn't dare to shoot. His first reaction was to dodge.

Being stubborn in front of such a lethal weapon was purely having lived long enough.

However, Old Song just swayed it twice, then wrapped the long weapon in cloth, carried it on his back, and was about to go downstairs to do something big.

But Wei Jiaxian said: "Uncle, I want to go with you. The hatred of a father's murder and the disaster of a family's destruction—this grievance is irreconcilable. Don't trap me in unfilial piety."

Old Song was silent for a moment, shook his head, and just said to Tan Min: "Stop him; don't let him follow me to take risks."

But Wei Jiaxian also said to Tan Min: "Stop Uncle Old Song; don't let him go."

Tan Min stopped Old Song without even thinking.

"Are your ears not working? Do you want to get your brother-in-law killed?"

"He is my brother-in-law, who are you? You tell me, should I listen to him or you?"

Tan Min said coldly: "Now tell me clearly from beginning to end what the hell is going on, otherwise nobody is leaving."

After the three of them stood in a stalemate for a few seconds, Wei Jiaxian said: "Let me say it! If I don't say it, you can follow me for a lifetime. You've been following me since I arrived in the capital, suspecting me..."

"My grandfather used to be Uncle Old Song's employer; you know that. That year the Japanese soldiers entered the provincial capital..."

Wei Jiaxian took five minutes to give a rough account of his grievances with the Prince Beile and Nakamura Kenshu.

However, even this rough account left Tan Min dumbfounded.

He had always thought that Wei Jiaxian, this "black five category" person, was a bad seed of the old society and that his grandfather was a bad egg who oppressed the common people, but he really hadn't expected Wei Jiaxian's family to be so miserable.

"Now I have a chance for revenge, so I must go with Uncle Old Song. If something happens to me, there is a sum of money buried under my bed in the capital..."

"Alright, you're all acting like you're giving final instructions."

Tan Min stopped Wei Jiaxian from giving his last words and turned to ask Old Song: "Since they are smuggling a large batch of cultural relics, what will you do with so many relics after you get your revenge? Are you getting revenge or are you black-eating-black?"

Facing Tan Min's suspicion, Old Song was no longer angry, but said freely: "If I survive, I will report to the relevant departments and hand those things over to the state. If I die... if I die, why would I care about a ball?"

"No, the state has state laws and families have family rules. You can't be so lawless."

Tan Min said stubbornly: "Report to the relevant departments now and wipe them all out. This way, Old Song, you won't die, and my brother-in-law won't have to die either."

Old Song said anxiously: "In that case, that beast won't die either. We've waited for so many years just for him to die."

Tan Min blocked the stairs and said: "Smuggling so many cultural relics is enough for the death penalty. Even if it's not enough, that Prince Beile is over seventy, right? How many more years can he live? Do you have to sacrifice my brother-in-law's life?"

Time passed second by second, and Tan Min blocked the stairs, refusing to let the two leave.

Wei Jiaxian reached out, took the long weapon from Old Song's back, and carried it on his own back.

"I'll follow those people; Uncle Old Song, you go and report. When the time comes, whether that Prince Beile lives or dies depends on his luck!"

Comrade Yao had just lain down and hadn't even gotten cozy with his wife when he heard someone knocking on the door outside.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Old Song."

"It's so late, Old Song, what's the matter?"

"Urgent matter, I've come to bring you a gift."

"Oh, I don't accept gifts. If there's something, come to the neighborhood office tomorrow!"

But Old Song outside the door said: "Comrade Yao, you have to accept this gift."

Comrade Yao was immediately unhappy, but Old Song's next sentence made him freeze.

"Comrade Yao, I'm sending your older brother a triple promotion."

Comrade Yao opened the door and whispered: "Old Song, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Old Song bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Comrade Yao, I remember your older brother is in the Municipal Bureau detachment, right? I've discovered a clue to a major cultural relic smuggling case. Don't alert the enemy!" ===== CHAPTER 467 =====