Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

"...Do you have any other choice?"

Young people are intentional and aggressive.

How could Yang Ge accept his grievance: "Look what you said, I am a gangster like a duckweed. How dare I sit across from you if I don't have the confidence?"

He really couldn't do anything about the official family in front of him.

But it doesn’t matter, it’s a great death!

Just like last night, before he started fighting with the man in black, he had no guarantee of victory.

The young man looked at the fearless Yang Ge with a smile, shook his head and said slowly: "Really? Think about it again."

Yang Ge thought for a while and slowly frowned: "You are an official... you wouldn't do such a despicable thing, right?"

The young man said calmly and slowly: "There are many types of officials and family members. Some people are face-saving, some are arrogant, some specialize in surface work, and some specialize in dirty work... Guess what, brother?" What kind of person am I?”

Yang Ge looked directly into his eyes, pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said: "No matter what kind of person you are, you must be an extremely smart person. How can a smart person do stupid things? How many more years can those two old men have to live? Son? If you use them to tie a rope to me, aren't you afraid that when the rope breaks, I will turn around and bite you?"

The young man clicked his tongue and said with a smile: "Since you know that my brother is a smart man, how could you ask such a stupid question? Do I have to catch you if I want to get rid of you? Even your shopkeeper We all know that as long as we are nice to you, you will repay the favor. Why don’t you understand such a simple truth?"

Yang Ge was startled, opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. After a while, he gave up the treatment and said with a wry smile: "Weren't you worried just now that I was a Tatar craftsman? If you do this, you won't be afraid of raising tigers?"

The young man nodded first and then shook his head: "I did have this worry before. After all, your origin is a mystery."

"But when I think about it more carefully, I think you are definitely not!"

"With a genius like you, even I know I have you in my hand, so who would be willing to send you out as a spy? That kind of idiot can't sit in a position where he can be a spy!"

Yang Ge shook his head: "You can't say for sure. Toilet chips have their own value, and beautiful jade has its uses... Look, didn't you just take the initiative to deliver it to your door?"

The young man finally broke his guard and said angrily: "I don't understand. You are willing to be a waiter at Yuelai Inn and be called upon by others. Why are you unwilling to work for the imperial court and strive for a bright future?"

Yang Ge was also very unhappy: "I don't understand either. There are so many heroes and knights squeezing their heads to go to the capital. Why do you insist on staring at me, a waiter who is just waiting to die?"

The young man said angrily: "That's because you don't understand the weight of the word 'grandmaster'. Do you know that a peerless master can be as intimidating as a hundred thousand elite soldiers? You are a seven-foot man, and your family and country are in turmoil. How can you be so embarrassed?" I'll risk my life in a restaurant in the market!"

Yang Ge also said angrily: "How do you understand homeless people who have no family, no job, no relatives and no friends? I just want to lie down, eat and wait for death. I don't want to be involved in any irrelevant grudges, let alone owe any more." Any irrelevant favor!”

The young man slapped the table: "Coward!"

Yang Ge was not afraid at all: "Rogue!"

The two snorted coldly at the same time, hating each other so much that their teeth itched.

The young man could do nothing to Yang Ge, because he could see clearly that this guy was not bluffing, but was really not afraid of death.

Yang Ge also had nothing to do with this young man, because his only support was that he was not afraid of death.

The atmosphere reached a deadlock for a while.

After a while, the young man tried hard to suppress his anger and said, "This way, you and I each take a step back!"

Yang Ge looked directly into his eyes and replied seriously: "How to retreat?"

Young man: "If my brother doesn't force you to serve the imperial court, don't think about showing off and earning a salary from my brother."

Yang Ge had a question mark on his face: "Is this different from surrendering to the imperial court?"

The young man tried his best to say calmly: "There is still a difference. With the salary from the court, you are a registered official and have to obey the orders of the superior."

"And when I get my brother's salary, I am just a worker hired by my brother. He is not a member of the official family, and I don't have to listen to anyone's orders."

Yang Ge understood: "Oh... temporary worker, right?"

The young man stared at him, anger gradually rising on his forehead.

Upon seeing this, Yang Ge's bargaining immediately turned into: "Do I have any other choice?"

The young man said resolutely: "No, if you dare to say no again, I will crush you to death immediately and avoid future troubles!"

His ability to cultivate Qi shouldn't be so bad.

Miao Zi, a martial arts master, was originally worth spending more time and energy to slowly convince him.

But I couldn't stand it. Yang Ge didn't eat food or salt, and didn't eat hard or soft food. He always looked like "you are so awesome, you can kill me with a knife", which is too annoying.

No matter how many tricks he uses and how wild his ways, he can't handle a person who has no weaknesses, is not afraid of death, and even vaguely wants to die.

And Yang Ge’s origin is indeed a big problem!

Seeing the young man on the verge of explosion, Yang Ge opened his mouth, but after all, he did not say any more words of rejection.

"Fine!"

He clasped his hands feebly and said, "Then I'll ask my boss to give me some advice and be considerate."

He didn't put forward any more conditions to stimulate this guy.

It's just a salary. It can neither buy his life nor his inability to control himself.

He believed that the smart man in front of him would not understand such a simple truth.

Seeing that he agreed, the young man's expression slowly softened, and he forced a smile: "That's right. At your age, it's a good time to make great ambitions and make a bright future. How can you learn from those mediocre and rotten things?" Do people in the dusk just muddle along and wait to die?"

Yang Ge smirked and agreed: "Yes, yes, my boss has taught me a lesson."

The young man looked at his smiling face and almost broke his guard again. He simply got up and walked out: "Okay, it's getting late. You can rest. Someone will come to find you tomorrow and give you an explanation." Follow-up matters.”

Yang Ge stood up quickly: "You haven't asked me your master's name yet?"

The young man strode out the door without looking back and said: "I am the embroidered clothes guard Qianhu Shenfa!"

"Xiuyiwei?"

Yang Ge woke up from his dream: 'Oh...it turns out to be Jin Yiwei, and he is from a thousand households, no wonder he is so difficult to deal with! ’

After being stunned for a moment, when he looked again, the courtyard was already empty.

Yang Ge mumbled and stepped forward to close the door: "What's wrong with this? If you leave the door open, you have to climb over the wall!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a tightness in his chest. When he lowered his head, he found a small stone as big as a finger falling from his chest.

Shen Fa's voice of gloating about his misfortune rang in his ears at the right time: "The boss who arranged the story behind his back should be beaten!"

Yang Ge: ‘Do you eat fried cakes? ’