The second uncle gave me a blank look and said, "Expert?" I whispered: "This old man is a Taobao agent here. He has intercepted the goods in the sea tonight."

"Why are you so interested in other people's affairs? What did you do?" Uncle II asked me, and I smiled bitterly: "How can I be in the mood." Uncle II patted me: "Come in my room."

I looked back at Fatty and Mon Oil Bottle and said to them, "You go to bed first." Then I went back to my room with my second uncle. My second uncle's room was a twin room. He lived with an old friend of his name, Erjing. Erjing's tongue was problematic. Although he could speak, he was very difficult to speak. He was from Gansu. Now he was in his 40s and was covered in strips of meat. He looked very good.

No one knows why the second uncle always takes Erjing. Many people say that Erjing learns martial arts and can beat him without saying anything. Some people say that Erjing used to help my second uncle, and his tongue was disabled, so the second uncle always took care of him and took him with him.

There is no legend in Erjing. No one has seen Erjing fight or heard about Erjing mention Erjing. Everyone knows that Erjing will always live in the same room with Erjing.

Uncle Er is an extremely cautious person. I can only think that Uncle Erjing trusts very much. When I entered Uncle Erfang, Erjing was signing. This is a unique rule for Uncle Erfang. Uncle Erfang does not directly participate in these businesses. On the surface and in secret, Uncle Erfang is both serious. Uncle Erfang is the only one of the mediators who have actual power in the Nine Gate. If there is any dispute, Uncle Erfang will participate in the mediation. Therefore, Uncle Erfang's prestige is very high among the so-called "thorn". In particular, many people will look for Uncle Erfang first. If the second uncle has mentioned it, others dare not say anything. Every year, Uncle Erfang will put 32 signs soaked in tung oil and ask the people from the Nine Gate to buy it, which means that he only came out 32 times this year.

Therefore, Uncle Er’s tags are a special product. If 32 are sold out and he wants Uncle Er to come out, it depends on whether Uncle Er has something to ask for. Many people are willing to work hard for Uncle Er to get a tag.

Erjing divided seven or eight tags, probably for the person who went to the tomb of the King of South China Sea this time. I touched my chin and turned my personal ability into a currency-like average equivalent to cash out directly. Uncle Er’s mind was really good. Because there might not be 32 things that require Uncle Er to come forward in a year, and the tags will be invalidated during the Chinese New Year, so my father said that Uncle Er is actually a person who sells insurance.

We sat down. Uncle Er brought a set of tea sets. He had already drank a few times. He gave me a cup. I took a sip and the taste was no longer strong. Uncle Er asked me: "What happened just now, let me tell me in detail."

I knew that Uncle Er had other things to tell me, but I just used this method to get to the topic. I didn't dare to just talk to him, so I told him about the afternoon. Erjing raised his head and Uncle Er glanced at him. Both of them smiled, as if they thought it was very interesting. Uncle Er took out a small notebook and wrote down the matter on the notebook.

The second uncle's word was invented by himself, and no one could understand it. It is said that it was a text modified based on "Diciao Money". Then he closed the notebook and asked me casually: "You already know about the shop."

I nodded and sighed: "I want to discuss with you that I can listen to you, but can the shop be left to me. After all, I have feelings for so many years."

"The shop is here, your foundation is here, your temperament follows the third brother. When you go back to sleep for three days, you come up with another one. Your parents are old, you don't die sooner, and now you will be willful." Uncle II looked at me: "You were not born to me. I am not very interested in you, but before the old man died, I asked me to take care of the eldest brother and the third brother in the family. I can't control the third brother, at least I have to control your father. Xiao Xie, a person lives to a certain age, and still makes his parents worry. It's not that he has no conscience, but that he is incompetent."

I know what Uncle Second is saying, and collecting the shop is to make my parents feel at ease. I didn’t reply. Uncle Second continues: “No matter how you go to heaven and earth, how many people outside call you Xiao San Master. When you take care of the sky and earth, it was your grandmother and I, who were taking care of your parents. Now that your shop is gone, it is your retribution. Do you admit it or not?”

I looked at my second uncle, and my eyes were very cold. I touched a pack of cigarettes next to me and lit them for myself. After more than ten years, my parents didn't care about me. I have always had to do whatever I wanted to do, and my parents didn't stop me, but they must be worried. The development has reached the point where I can't get through with my second uncle and grandma.

I nodded: "I agree. Just do what you want."

Uncle Er's eyes softened a little: "I know you don't want to open a restaurant, what do you want to do?"

"Write things and take photos." I said casually: "If not, I'll go run to Didi, I heard it's okay."
Chapter completed!