"Being so generous?" Old Xiao gave me a strange look, his eyes full of suspicion.
I felt rather helpless. How stingy must I seem to them in normal times? But it's no wonder Old Xiao thought so. My shop on this street was probably the most money - losing one.
Although I could make enough to last for a while with each business deal, compared to other ruthless business tycoons, what I did was just a piece of cake.
Old Xiao and I were old acquaintances. He also had a connection with the previous generations of my family. We could be regarded as friends regardless of age difference.
This guy had a big beard, making it hard to tell his real age behind it. But he was probably in his thirties or forties.
The Fatty squeezed over. He watched as Old Xiao took out a big box from the inner room and placed it right in front of them. Unable to hold back his curiosity, the Fatty walked over.
He had always been eager to know what good stuff was in the place I recommended. When the box was opened, the Fatty's eyes immediately lit up.
"Damn it! Brother, are you sure these things work?"
Even as he said that, his hand had already reached out. "This combat knife is a real military bayonet. It even seems to be from the war - era of the last century. They're all top - notch goods. You're really something, brother. Where did you get these?"
The Fatty was always extremely interested in such things. Now, seeing the high - quality items Old Xiao took out, his eyes naturally sparkled.
"Brother Xiao, the stuff you recommended is really good," the Fatty said, being chatty again.
"These things aren't cheap. Where are you going this time?"
Old Xiao knew that I wasn't interested in the family's old things at all. So when he heard that I wanted these things, he was very surprised.
Old Xiao always knew me quite well, so I didn't plan to hide anything from him. After all, we were friends.
At a time like this, if I still didn't tell the truth, it would be too hurtful.
I briefly explained my needs and the requirements for this period. Old Xiao's expression became very strange. "Why do you have such a requirement too?"
"Wait, what do you mean 'too'?"
I was very sensitive and immediately sensed the hidden meaning in his words.
Old Xiao looked at me with a strange expression. Finally, he told the truth. "Your second uncle brought back a young man some time ago. He also seemed quite interested in the things you mentioned. I just don't know how he is now."
When I heard this, a chill ran down my spine. I forced a smile. "You mean?"
This guy nodded and looked at me with a smile. "Yes, he took the best batch of equipment from me."
Although these kinds of equipment were available on the market, the quality and price of the ones from Old Xiao were on a completely different level.
"Wait, are you saying Yan Yan once came here?"
I sensed something was wrong. Didn't Yan Yan suddenly disappear? At that time, my second uncle told me that Yan Yan was missing and he didn't know where.
But now, these two crafty guys actually dared to play tricks on me?
Probably my anger was too obvious in my eyes. The Fatty laughed beside me. "You were pretending to be so innocent. Well, now you know where you've been taken advantage of, right? You thought you were the kindest one, but in fact, they've seen right through you."
I gave the Fatty a disdainful look but didn't say anything. Instead, I clenched my fists tightly. If Yan Yan really colluded with my second uncle to plot against me, I'm afraid I would be really heart - broken.
"Come on, come on."
Old Xiao probably saw my expression and knew he might have said something wrong. After hesitating for a moment, he patted me on the shoulder to comfort me. "Don't worry. It's okay. You can trust me, Old Xiao. What do you want?"
I knew that the reason Old Xiao took such good care of me was partly because of me, but more because of my second uncle.
I sighed and didn't say a word. I looked around the place. Finally, a sense of unease welled up in my heart.
There was something inside that seemed to be stirring. Old Xiao saw my expression and shook his head. "Are you still bothered by that incident back then?"
The Fatty saw my sudden change in expression and asked curiously, "What incident back then?"
I gave Old Xiao a disdainful look. "It shouldn't be me who's bothered. It should be you, old man."
What the Fatty didn't know was that Old Xiao and my second uncle used to be at odds, but later their relationship changed a bit.
"Forget it. I don't want to get involved in these things anymore. Anyway, you'd better stay away from me," the old guy said as he turned around and left. Then he took out some things from the back, including the black donkey's hooves, Taoist tokens, special glutinous rice powder, and black wolfberries that we needed.
I looked at these extremely solemn pieces of equipment and raised my eyebrows at the guy beside me. The Fatty shrugged indifferently. "What? I don't see anything wrong with them. I can buy these things too, you know."
I shrugged. "Don't say that for now. Anyway, these things are definitely different from the ones sold on the market."
Hearing the Fatty's words, Old Xiao immediately burst out laughing. "What are you talking about? How could they be the same? You probably don't know what's going on. Anyway, you'd better keep your mouths shut about this. Otherwise, don't blame me for not warning you in advance if something happens later."
The Fatty wasn't happy about this. He sneered. "Who are you trying to scare? Do you think I'm scared easily?"
"I'm telling you, this matter is not as simple as you think. Do you really think just bringing these few things will be enough?"
"Just the two of us going?"
I looked at the Fatty curiously. "What else? Judging from what you said, do we need to bring a whole team? Actually, the fewer people for this kind of thing, the better. Of course, some big teams do form a group to go. But from my years of observation, the more people there are, the faster they'll die. So, it's better to act quickly and cut our losses."
The Fatty looked at me and pouted. "We don't need to bring others this time, but we must bring one person."
He took out his phone, fiddled with it for a while, and then stuffed it into my hand. "Do you know who this girl is?"
I looked down at the phone and then looked up at him, saying disdainfully, "How would I know? I don't recognize her."
The Fatty mumbled something in a low voice. When I heard it, I immediately jumped up. "You said she's the disciple of the Floating Master? But she's a girl. How could she be the disciple of the Floating Master?"
After seeing my incredulous expression as if I had seen a ghost, the Fatty looked extremely proud.
"Of course. Who do you think I am? I tell you she's the disciple, so she is. I'm not lying to you."