Chapter 28: Drinking

"What are you going to tell me? Do you want to reveal your true feelings first? My pulse is chaotic..."

I cupped my fist at Lao Cao and prepared to report the bottom of the market.

"Don't talk to me about this." Lao Cao interrupted me angrily, "I have been a policeman all my life and I don't understand your slang."

I said, "Then you are always going to use your identity as a public servant to chat with me?"

"I have ten months to retire." Lao Cao sat down at the table. "Whoever doesn't let me retire safely will not have a good time."

I laughed and said, "How about drinking and chatting at the same time? Chatting is not good, I will return the wine to you intact."

Lao Cao sneered, "Am I afraid you'll pay me back? Wen Shang!"

I responded, poured both bottles of wine into the flask, scalded them in boiling water, sat down opposite Lao Cao, and asked, "What did you hear about me, why did you come to my door and put so much force on me?" "

Lao Cao slapped the table and shouted: "Xiao Dingxian went back to the door to tell the truth, and after speaking, he pulled out his tongue on the spot! You said before that if Yao Daxian can take your word, he will come to ask for Xiao Dingxian's voice and Life. But you are obviously risking your life to set up a stage and force Yao Daxian to show up and fight with you! Ding Gou relies on his own ability to earn a living, do you think what I said is nonsense!"

I said frankly: "He is not good at studying. Yao Daxian is harming people by letting him go out to ask for medical advice. Yao Daxian's disciples kill people, which will damage the reputation of our entire profession. I asked him on the spot, but he was stubborn and accepted him I asked Daxian Yao to give him a lesson. This is a rule in the industry, and it is impossible for Daxian Yao not to understand it."

Lao Cao said: "Rules are about lizi, reputation is about face. Yao Jinghua has been famous longer than you, and you openly accept him as a disciple. If he doesn't get it back, how can he still hang out in Jincheng if he doesn't get his face back?" Zhou Cheng, don’t tell lies in front of the real person. Your method is the routine of Chang Laoxian back then. Open a small sedan chair, make a name for yourself, draw a bow, win the first place in the battle, complete the three steps, set up a pillar in the circle, and become famous outside the circle , then you have to show off your skills and trust people to become gods, and you have to use the wealth and lives of countless people to make your big business! You are watching Zhang Baosheng and Tian Ruisheng making a lot of money with their evil intentions, and you can't bear your temper, and you want to In Jincheng Lizhu, scrape a layer of land, right?"

"The quacks all have these tricks. You can't say they use them. I just use them and have the same idea."

I tested the temperature of the wine pot, lifted it up and filled a cup for Lao Cao, poured another cup for myself, raised it and said: "I, Zhou Cheng, am a serious inheritor of Mr. Yinmai. Although I came to Jincheng to set up a pillar, I only I will rely on my own ability to cure diseases and save people and become famous. I will show off my skills to win people's trust. I will never be a god and accept disciples. I will put these words here today. If I eat them back one day, I will leave them to you along with this wine. I'll beg you to take it back! With your old skills, it's easy to take it back if you want."

After saying that, I raised my glass, raised my neck, and drank the wine in one gulp.

The 50-degree cellar-aged wine is soft in the mouth, but it feels like fire in the stomach, and you can't help but gasp.

"I'm not a gangster, and I can't help it if it's not in my hands. The little skills I learned in the early years have long been returned to my ancestor." Lao Cao lovingly stroked the pleats on his police uniform with his hand. "It's a good time in the new world. A drifter like me with no roots can do such a job. A serious public servant will be upright and upright wherever he goes, and everyone must respect him. Now he has two children, a complete family, and he is content. .”

He picked up the wine glass and gestured to me, "Ten months! You let me retire peacefully, and I'll teach you this trick."

Lift a glass to drink with one hand, and press the table with the other. When the wine is gone, he raises his hand and puts the glass on the table where he pressed it. However, the seemingly intact table cannot even hold a small wine glass, and it is pressed out silently. A hole and fell down.

I gently raised my foot and kicked it under the table, and the wine glass flew back from the small hole. I filled the pot with it, held it and returned it to Lao Cao, "Then I will thank you, senior."

Gently shake the wine glass, and a faint blue flame will rise from the wine in the glass.

Lao Cao smiled, took the glass of wine and drank it with the flames, and praised, "Good wine, good means!"

He took two peanuts and threw them into his mouth, chewed them fragrantly, and said: "Your skills are no worse than Chang Laoxian back then. I think back then, Chang Laoxian entered Jincheng in the fourth and fifth years and established a pillar to become famous. He was known as an immortal by his skills, opened a large temple, and recruited many disciples. When he was at his most prosperous, most of the Golden City believed in him, Chang Laoxian. He could surround the yamen with just one order and force the dignitaries of the government to kneel down and serve tea in public. He had the talent. The true method, I have seen it with my own eyes, is not a technique, but a technique."

I poured the wine for Lao Cao again and asked, "What is the foundation of Chang Laoxian?"

Lao Cao glanced at me with a half-smile but not a smile, "He is worshiping the old mother Wu Sheng. He is a legitimate direct descendant of Hualien. He masters the Three Lotus Secret Techniques. In the early years, he only preached in the villages below. He was able to enter Jincheng and establish himself. Renew the life of old Mr. Yuan."

"There is no serious way to extend one's life in the Three Lotus Secret Techniques. He must have used the outsider's method of extending one's life by calamity. It lasts every three years and four rounds of life are fixed. After Chang Laoxian let the army kill him, Old Master Yuan I’m afraid it won’t end well.”

"Hey, that's right. Those old guys were arrested in the 1950s. They didn't survive the public trial and were shot. They died in prison. Their skin and flesh looked intact on the outside, but their stomachs were turned into mud. They were miserable."

"This is the case, how can Chang Laoxian's disciple still get along in Jincheng?"

"What's so hard to get along with? Even if something happens in the end, wouldn't that mean you've gained so many more years of life? These guys are so stupid, so evil-minded, they'd be willing to eat shit if they could live for one more year."

"That disciple of Chang Laoxian is still doing this business of extending life by calamity?"

"I don't know that. I'm just a small policeman. I don't know anything else except for the police. However, this method of extending life is too damaging. I will definitely get retribution. It depends on who gets the retribution. ”

"Do you still believe in retribution?"

"I don't believe it. Drink! I risked my life to get these two bottles from my apprentice, so we can't waste them."

Lao Cao no longer wanted to talk about Chang Laoxian, and only talked about Dahe Village.

I didn't ask any more questions and just drank with him.

The meal was not finished until seven o'clock in the afternoon, and there was not a drop of two kilograms of wine left.

Lao Cao drank to his heart's content and packed up the remaining cooked beef. Before leaving the house, he finally said to me, "Is your name really Zhou Cheng?"

I asked back: "Is your surname really Cao?"

Lao Cao laughed loudly, slapped me hard, hummed a tune, and swayed away.

I went back to the room to clear the table, and took a look at the hole made by the wine glass. Then I did my evening classes as usual, writing and boxing.

After finishing evening classes, I went back to my room to wash up and go to bed. I closed my eyes and squinted for a while. Then I got up and went out. When I passed by the police station at the entrance of the village, I took a look. The room was brightly lit.

It was late at night, Lao Cao was sitting at the window wrapped in his coat, his head lowered and dozing off.

When I looked over, he suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes, and he happened to make eye contact with me.

I smiled at him, waved lightly, and walked out of the village.

On the roadside at the entrance of the village, a long-haired man was leaning against the car. When he saw me coming out, he didn't say anything and immediately got in the car and started it.