I, The Magistrate Of The Underworld, Can Determine Life And Death With A Piece Of Yin!

I saw Wang Yifan pointing to old man Li's nose, and said in an old-fashioned way.

"I told you, Lao Li, don't mess with me here, you have nothing to do with our Zhao family's affairs!"

Old man Li was stunned when he heard that.

Wang Yifan's tone and movements were exactly the same as Zhao Shutang's.

He slapped his thigh.

"Hey! Brother Zhao, why don't you listen to advice!"

"Listen to advice?"

Wang Yifan raised his eyebrows.

"If you had listened to my advice back then, don't climb the train to pick up coal ash, and I could carry a stretcher with Director Liu, carry you for more than ten miles, and take you to the hospital?"

Hearing this, old man Li was completely stunned.

When he was young, both he and Zhao Shutang were workers in a power plant.

At that time, my family was poor, and the thermal power plant often had heavy trains that brought coal, so they would go up and pick up some coal ash and go home to make a fire.

Once it was very cold and the train was frozen.

I have to go up and pick up more cinders.

No matter how much Zhao Shutang persuaded him, he couldn't persuade him.

As a result, the iron sheet on the roof slipped, and he picked up so much soot that he accidentally fell off the roof.

This time, he broke his leg directly.

It was Zhao Shutang who called Director Liu from the security department. The two of them walked more than ten miles in the cold wind in the winter before sending him to the city hospital.

Doing the math, it must have been at least forty years.

Not to mention the juniors in the courtyard.

Even the old people in the original factory, few remember it.

At this moment, he completely believed that the person in front of him was Zhao Shutang!

Thinking of this, old man Li suddenly wiped away his tears.

"Brother Zhao, you're really back!"

"Oh, how wronged you have been to sue!"

Wang Yifan slapped his thigh.

With a wry smile.

"The family is unlucky, let my brother see a joke!"

At this time, the middle-aged man in his thirties behind the crowd also stood up.

"Master Zhao, do you still recognize me?"

Wang Yifan smiled slightly: "Tang Jixiong, you little boy, you grew up in the family home since you were a child, how can I not know you!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled.

"Master Zhao, you are back! I'll go and cut some fruit for you, just cut your favorite mango!"

Hearing this, Wang Yifan's hand paused in the air.

He smiled slightly: "You little boy, you are still very scheming. You know that the old man is allergic to mangoes, but you still insist on feeding me mangoes. Do you think it is not easy for me to go to the world?"

This sentence is over.

Tang Jixiong's face also suddenly changed.

"Master Zhao, it's really you!"

As he spoke, tears flowed down his cheeks.

"Master Zhao, my parents suffered work-related injuries in the factory, and I am the only child left in the family. I grew up eating a variety of meals when I was young."

"You took care of me the most, returned my money, and funded my schooling!"

"I went out to do business this time, and I only came back half a year ago. I didn't expect you to be old, but... you left just like that!"

As he spoke, he took out two bottles of Moutai from behind him.

"This is the Moutai I specially bought for you. Why don't we have another drink today?"

Seeing an old man and a young man, they all believed that Mr. Zhao had come back to life.

This time, the shouts in the corridor became louder.

"God! Today can be regarded as an increase in knowledge!"

"The first seven are back, Mr. Zhao is really back!"

Just when everyone was buzzing, Wang Yifan waved his hand.

Xiao Tang, since you still recognize your Master Zhao, then you can go into the house and move a chair to the yard for me.

"By the way, go to the next yard and call my boss over!"

"I'm running out of time, I have something to explain!"

Hearing this, Tang Jixiong nodded repeatedly.

"I'm going, I'm going!"

Now it is a matter of ghosts and gods, how dare he delay it for a while.

In this way, he moved an old rattan chair from Zhao's house and put it on the small square downstairs of the dormitory.

Then he turned around and called the driver, and quickly ran towards the dormitory next door.

Many neighbors followed him downstairs.

Soon, Mr. Zhao returned to his soul for the first seven days.

It spread throughout the compound.

Wang Yifan sat on a wicker chair in the yard.

But around, there are more and more people watching.

It felt like everyone in the power dormitory had come over.

After ten minutes.

Suddenly there was a shout from behind the crowd.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, the boss of the Zhao family is here!"

I saw a gap in the crowd.

A man and woman in their fifties hurried over.

It is different from the acrimonious image of the second son and daughter-in-law.

The eldest son was wearing a set of starched and whitish shirts, and he looked like the honest and capable type.

He walked through the crowd and looked at the young man sitting on the wicker chair in the yard.

The spirit suddenly felt a little dazed.

He recognized the wicker chair.

His family!

He didn't recognize the young man on the wicker chair.

It should be an outsider!

However, from the young man's actions to his demeanor.

He felt it.

this young man.

It's his father!

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