Wealthy Chapter 160

The group of people from the Green Dragon Gang were all stunned, they were originally coming for me, but now they saw me without any reaction, but looked at the old man playing the erhu with dumbfounded eyes.

The old man with white hair could not have beaten Huang Lao Si to the ground, but there was no one else around except the old man, so it couldn’t have been these kids playing Glory of Kings.

But the old man was at least seventy years old and blind, so how could he have thrown Huang Lao Si, a young man in his prime, out? This wasn’t like writing a martial arts novel where everyone had divine kung fu.

“Young man, come inside and have some tea.”

I was about to speak when the old man fiddled with his zither bow and said to me in a hoarse voice. The tone of the erhu was originally mournful, but with this sound he was pale and powerful.

I looked around for a moment, wondering who I was going to say. I couldn’t possibly say that I was inviting Huang Laoshi into the house for tea, but how did this old man know I was standing here? I had just walked out.

“Uncle, why are you acting like a dumb goose? Grandpa Yu told you to go back inside and hide.”

I was surprised, I didn’t think the old man could really see me, but blind people tend to have good hearing, so this wasn’t particularly unusual.

I said, “Old man, this Huang Laoshi is a rogue scoundrel, so you’d better hide before he hurts you.”

As I said this, I always felt that something was wrong. The old man lying on the ground did not really look like a rogue scoundrel, but rather like a poor man who had been bullied and was unable to fight back.

Old Yu Tou shook his head as he pulled his bow and said, “I’m not a scoundrel, I’m just a child in front of an old man like me.”

I shook my head, this old man really doesn’t listen to advice.

Whether or not he hit the man or not, I couldn’t just stand by and watch a seventy or eighty year old man choke for me and someone else.

The old man was so afraid of him that he looked like a ghost and didn’t even dare to scold him.

“Zhang Chao, you’ve come just in time! I’m looking for you. If you’re a man, come downstairs and fight with me.”

I was afraid he had been beaten in the head, how dare he talk to me about a one-on-one fight? But Huang Lao Si was now like a madman, as if he was willing to do anything to escape the old man’s tiger’s mouth. Is it that scary?

Before I could say yes, I heard another popping erhu sound that almost pierced my eardrums, and I thought to myself what the F**k is that life-threatening song? But then I listened more closely and holy Sh*t, it was the King’s Glory sound effect.

“Young man, the Hongmen Banquet must not be attended.”

I couldn’t leave for a while, but I couldn’t.

Strangely enough, Huang Lao Si, a man with more guts than brains, was surprisingly abashed today. I didn’t see what was happening just now, but I could tell that he was really very afraid of Old Yu Tau.

There is no way that Huang Lao Si is the kind of person who respects the old and loves the young.

I couldn’t help but be curious as to what was going on, and since the old man had said so, I obediently stayed behind.

I didn’t expect this to be a moment when Huang Lao Si became anxious and kind of wanted to just leave on his own without me. This is really rare, everyone in the Green Dragon Gang has a face bigger than the sky, but after losing such a big face today, they had to leave with their tails between their legs.

“Zhang Chao, we’ll meet again later! Don’t let me run into you outside!”

Huang Lao Si said, and with the help of his men, he held his buttocks and tried to slip away, but at this time the old man said slowly and deliberately, “You can’t leave, you can’t leave. You’ve disturbed the peace and quiet of my shop and frightened this young man, so you’re just going to leave?”

I thought to myself, “The blind man is really something, he doesn’t even need to open his eyes when he talks blind. It was Huang Laoshi who was fighting.

Huang Laoshi was so angry with the blind old man that he couldn’t stay, but he wouldn’t let him go.

Huang Laoshi shouted, “You, you’re a black shop, you’re blackmailing!”

Old Yu shook his head and said, in his uncouth theatrical voice accompanied by the sound of an erhu, “This is blackmail.”

I almost didn’t laugh, the old man was so wicked, Huang Lao Si had made him so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Huang Lao Si simply put his heart on the line and said, “So what do you want?!”

Old Yu said dryly, “Pay up!”

“You, you old thing!” Huang Laoshi was furious, but there was nothing he could do, he was scared to death of the old man, and he didn’t know why.

As soon as Huang Lao Si’s words fell, before we even had time to react, a fierce erhu sounded from Huang Lao Si and I felt many centipede-like poisonous insects burrowing into my ears, so uncomfortable that the blood in my internal organs was churning and I almost vomited out a mouthful of air as I held onto the wall.

What the F**k is this? Internal energy from a martial arts novel? Is it really true?

I looked straight away dumbfounded, what was this, I’d never even seen it before.

I’ve been a soldier for so many years, I know all kinds of weapons and killing techniques, this kind of weapon through the sonic boom to produce super strong pressure to total the target is not unheard of, the use is the object supersonic speed will cross the sound barrier, break through the sound barrier when a huge and intense pressure, but here the strong sonic boom is never a broken Erhu can do!

“You, you …… let’s go ……”

“The money stays.”

“You talk properly, don’t play the piano. Other people want money for playing the erhu, you want your F**king life. Quick, bring the money up for the old man!”

Huang Lao Si hated to be on his knees to make his confession, even more honest than the last time I beat him up.

After emptying all the money he had, Huang Lao Si skipped away and beat up like a man. I guess Huang Lao Si would never want to come to this wonton restaurant again in his life.

I really didn’t expect this blind man to be so good! No wonder Lao Gan told me not to bother, just sit down and drink tea.

There are talented people in the jianghu generation. It turns out that the Chief had told me that I should not underestimate the capable people in the jianghu.

I have really opened my eyes today.

As soon as Huang Lao Si left, those young children looked bored, just now they were all so excited, as if watching Old Yu teach Huang Lao Si a lesson was more enjoyable than playing King’s Glory.

When everyone dispersed, Lao Yu was left alone again, playing his zither, which was babbling, and asking me what song I wanted to hear.

I thought to myself, “You just have to give a tune that doesn’t kill you.

I stared at that erhu of Lao Yu’s for half a day and couldn’t work out exactly how he was hurting people. I got good grades in high school and had a solid knowledge of physics, which I still haven’t forgotten.