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The Little Overlord's First Entry into the World No.661 I've traveled all over the green mountains before I grow old.

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    Wang Jian is no longer what he used to be. The guy who used to wear tattered clothes and collect scraps will never come back. After so much experience and being in such a high position, his aura has long become very strong.  Deterrence.

    The impatient and indifferent expression on his face when he kicked someone just now, coupled with his unhurried tone, and his ability to kill everyone in a few rounds, had already made Acheng next to him have an inexplicable feeling towards him.  With fear and an inexplicable sense of oppression, Acheng took Wang Jian to the second floor without even thinking.

    The corridor is narrow and open-air, and various traditional Chinese medicines are drying on the sunshade boards extending next to it. Unsurprisingly, Wang Jian knows these things. He was surprised to find that these things are actually remedies for treating some difficult and complicated diseases.  If Wang Jian remembers the ingredients correctly, this recipe seems to have been tinkered with by the old carpenter. The old carpenter taught him a little bit when he was teaching him, but Wang Jian is impatient and cannot be a doctor, otherwise he would be a doctor now.  It's his turn to sell medicine to cure diseases.

    "Does your old man specialize in treating malignant sores?" Wang Jian chatted with Acheng, who was carefully going upstairs: "But it seems that the clinic has not been open for a long time."

    Acheng glanced at Wang Jian strangely. His grandfather had been closed to the clinic for twelve years due to physical reasons, but this young man looked like an outsider at first glance, and judging from his thick mainland accent and the fact that he didn¡¯t even know the road,  Judging from the situation, he should have rarely or even never been here, but he knew what kind of disease grandpa was treating after just a few glances. This shows that this guy is definitely not simple.

    Thinking of this, Acheng's tone couldn't help but soften: "How do you know?"

    "The medicine has been exposed to the sun, and no one has come to collect it. This means that no one has sought medical treatment for a long time, and the hanging pot to help the world is covered with ashes." Wang Jian smiled, and his tone became a bit self-deprecating: "Also  No wonder, now everyone likes to have surgery. Few people believe that the medicine flint can also cure diseases."

    Acheng turned to look at him and asked cautiously: "Are you from the mainland?"

    "Yes, from the mainland." Wang Jian said, reaching out and touching the yellowed prints on the wall: "It's a pity that a wealthy family has declined like this."

    There was regret in his words, and Acheng just smiled bitterly, and then sighed: "Ten years ago, even eight years ago, no one dared to bully me into my house. Back then, the Zhu family was famous in Hong Kong.  Nine."

    "How could it be like this now?"

    "I don't know, grandpa didn't tell me."

    Wang Jian thought for a while: "What is your grandfather's name?"

    "Zhu Changfeng." Acheng smiled: "The nickname is Zhu Shengshou. It cures plague, sores and chicken pox. The medicine cures the disease. My grandfather was knighted when he was still in the hands of the Queen of England."

    The old lady¡¯s name is Zhu Changling. Judging from the name, she should be of the same generation as Zhu Changfeng.  But what makes Wang Jian strange is why the old lady, who is clearly in charge of the Qinggang, didn't help the Zhu family when they were in trouble, and now she even refuses to come in person if she wants to get her things back.

    There must be something wrong here.  It was probably a grudge between wealthy families or something, but Wang Jian instinctively felt that the old lady would not do such a heartless thing.  There must be something hidden here.

    "Then do you know Zhu Changling?"

    Wang Jian¡¯s words have just come to fruition.  Acheng suddenly stopped and looked back at Wang Jian strangely: "You are my aunt's grandson? No wonder"

    When he saw something was going on, he quickly stopped, handed Acheng a cigarette, pulled him to the balcony where he was drying medicine, and lit a cigarette: "Let's have a cigarette before we go up. You said your aunt is Zhu Changling?"

    "Yes. She is my grandfather's biological sister." Acheng nodded sincerely: "But my great-grandfather kicked my aunt out of the house, and she was not allowed to set foot in the Zhu family for the rest of her life."

    Wang Jian was confused at that time. He had long heard that the old lady was very good at home, but he had never heard of her being kicked out of the house.  And everyone calls her Zhu Changling.  But Wang Jian knew that her real name was Zhu Changling.  Regardless of the difference in words, this means that she has nothing to do with the original family tree.

    "Why was she kicked out of the house?"

    "I don't know. Grandpa never told me. He just told me that I have an aunt. I don't know where she is now."

    Wang Jian touched his chin and said, "Where is your grandpa?"

    "What is your relationship with my aunt?"

    "Haha" Wang Jian really didn't know what to say. After all, although he called the old lady his godmother, the old lady never married. In terms of relationship, in front of this immediate family member, Wang Jian really didn't know.  How to call her, but if you think about it, it doesn't matter: "She is my godmother, and she asked me to come here to collect her dowry."

      Acheng scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "It seems I have to call you uncle, uncle who is about the same age as me"

    He naturally does not doubt Wang Jian. After all, everyone can see the current situation of the Zhu family. They have no money and no treasure.  Seeing such a poor and troubled relative, others have no time to hide. How many people would come forward to recognize the relative like Wang Jian?

    " However, Wang Jian didn't get any useful information from Acheng. He didn't know much about Zhu Changling.

    It seems that the person who can finally answer Wang Jian¡¯s doubts still has to rely on his cheap uncle

    When I came to a door on the third floor, I could see through the glass on the door that there was a dim incandescent light on inside. Not many people in this era still use such old antique light bulbs, and from inside came from time to time  You can hear the coughing sound, and the health of the people inside is not very good.

    Acheng knocked on the door gently, stood at the door and shouted inside: "Grandpa, someone is looking for you."

    Wang Jian poked his head from the side and looked into the room, and found that apart from books, there was only a bed, a table and an old-fashioned Taishi chair in the room.

    Before he had time to take a closer look, the old man on the Taishi's chair slowly spoke out and said in very standard Mandarin: "Who is it? If you are here to buy a house, don't mention it."

    It has to be said that even though he has lost his residence, his voice still carries the unique arrogance and aloofness of a child from an aristocratic family, very much like those pedantic scholars who are willing to lose their heads just for a word.  But it was this fresh air that made Wang Jian quite fond of this cheap uncle.

    "Grandpa, just now Fatty and the others brought people here again. Someone helped us fight them out." Acheng glanced at Wang Jian: "Hehe said he is my aunt's godson."

    "Who?" The old man seemed to have a bad hearing. He straightened his back from the table and asked softly: "What?"

    Wang Jian coughed: "Zhu Changling."

    Before he finished speaking, the old man stood up from the stool with a cry. He was caught off guard and lifted the imperial chair to the ground, making a muffled sound, but the old man was completely unaware and turned around to stare at Wang Jian who was speaking.

    It has to be said that although this old man has gray hair, he can still see a heroic spirit in his features.  His facial features look very similar to that of the old lady. He must have been a very handsome guy when he was young.

    He was looking at the old man, and the old man was looking at him.  After watching for a while, his eyes suddenly widened and he asked sonorously: "Wang Sanyi?"

    Wang Jian's mind suddenly went blank for a moment.  When he calmed down, he smiled and touched his face.  He said self-deprecatingly: "Am I so like Wang Sanyi?"

    The old man took a step forward with his hands behind his back.  He continued to look at Wang Jian under the dim light, and then shook his head silently: "No, you are not Wang Sanyi, he is colder than you."

    Wang Jian opened his mouth and heard someone use the word "cold" to describe his father for the first time.  Now Wang Jian still remembers the old carpenter's disrespectful smile after he told ghost stories to the children in the village and scared the hell out of those boys. How can it have nothing to do with "coldness"?

    "I think he's not as cold as me." Wang Jian laughed and said, "You've never seen him bully a child like that."

    "It's impossible. He's not that kind of person."

    "Ah, no, that's the kind of person he is." Wang Jian burst out laughing, but after finishing his laughter, he suddenly fell silent and pondered for a moment: "You mean he was very cold when he was young?"

    "Yes. It's very cold. It's so cold that it makes people panic." The old man smiled dryly: "Where is my sister? Is she still alive? Is she okay?"

    "You said I'm your godmother?" Wang Jian thought for a while and didn't bother to show off. He directly dialed the old lady's number and handed the phone to him: "You can talk to her yourself. She is in high spirits."

    While he was talking, there was a sudden sound of jumping downstairs.  Not to mention, the design of this small building is really amazing. It is only three floors, but the sound is almost undetectable. If Wang Jian's perception was not particularly sharp, it would be difficult to detect these tiny sounds.

    He opened the door and walked out, glanced down, and suddenly found that the fat man he had beaten just now was back again, and this time there were more of them, and they all looked quite big.  Well, there are five people and six children, just like I am the leader of Causeway Bay.

    Wang Jian sighed, turned around and said to the old man who was shivering and chatting with his sister whom he had not seen for decades: "I will help you solve the next thing first, uncle"

    Uncle Wang Jian¡¯s scream was awkward, but there seemed to be no way.  But Wang Jian will definitely take care of this matter today. He is so virtuous.? Even when I was picking up rags, I wouldn't care if I touched them, let alone now.

    He buttoned his ears and slowly walked down the stairs with his hands behind his back. When he made several turns and walked downstairs, the group of guys from Causeway Bay were already planning to take action.

    And at this critical moment, Wang Jian slowly carried a chair and put it in front of the people in the building and the gang of losers, then sat down on his back, folded his hands on the back of the chair, and looked at  Looking at the fat man with a smile, he whispered softly: "What? Are you bringing a group of shrimp soldiers and crabs to play in the world again?"

    When Fatty Fatty saw Wang Jian, his face suddenly turned red. He seemed to look back at someone, then he pointed at Wang Jian and shouted in Cantonese: "The Yan family shovel"

    Before he could curse, Wang Jian took out a broken leather shoe, slapped the fat man on the face without any warning, and sniffed: "Didn't your parents teach you not to curse people?"

    Wang Jian took action, and the Causeway Bay leaders around the fat man immediately took out their weapons and tried to rush towards Wang Jian. Wang Jian stood up and snorted, helplessly shaking his head: "I turned around and couldn't get rid of you guys.  You can find waste wherever you go."¡ª¡ª

    I was so tired yesterday that I fell asleep after writing a few words.  I worked overtime until after nine o'clock today. I feel so helpless at the end of the year.  (To be continued)
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