A car accident, our family of three crossed

Zhou Huan and Hang Shuheng were sitting opposite each other, playing chess in the pavilion in the garden. They were going back and forth, and it was difficult to tell who was the better winner.

"I didn't expect Hang Tongsheng's chess skills to be so good." Zhou Huan praised sincerely.

"Manager Zhou is not bad either, we both like this." Hang Shuheng reciprocated the compliment.

"Hahaha! Mr. Hang is too modest." Zhou Huan laughed heartily, and then talked about some rumors he had heard. "I heard some rumors in the city, saying that the eldest son of the Wan family was arrogant and threatened to become the local emperor of Pingyang County. I wonder if Mr. Hang has heard of this?"

In his opinion, this matter must be related to Hang Shuheng, so he made an invitation when they met by chance on the street.

"I have never heard of the rumors outside." Hang Shuheng paused deliberately, and then said: "But this rumor is not groundless. Young Master Wan did say such words in public."

"Oh, what do you mean?" Zhou Huan was very curious about the reason of this matter.

Hang Shuheng told the story of Wan Baolu bringing people to the county jail to cause trouble for him as a joke. In the end, he said with a gloating smile: "I don't know who leaked this matter. I guess this young master Wan is arrogant and domineering on weekdays, and he has been hated by many people."

Zhou Huan looked at Hang Shuheng who remained calm and acted as if it had nothing to do with him, and thought that this young man was really good at pretending. If he said that this matter had nothing to do with him, Zhou Huan would not believe it at all.

However, the other party was pretending to be stupid, and he couldn't expose him.

"This matter is currently only circulating in a small circle among the lower-class people in the city, and it won't become a big deal for the time being. I wonder what Hang Tongsheng thinks about this matter?" Zhou Huan continued to observe Hang Shuheng's expression, "Given the feud between the Wan family and Hang Tongsheng, don't you want to add fuel to the flames?" To his disappointment, he didn't see any expression on the young man's face.

Hang Shuheng shook his head: "I think there must be many people in this huge county who hate the Wan family more than I do. If this matter is used by someone with ulterior motives, it won't be long before the Wan family will also become the target of public criticism. By then, there will be many people who don't want the Wan family to have an easy life. Why should I get involved in this mess?"

Zhou Huan nodded in agreement with him. This trick of borrowing a knife to kill someone was very clever. He praised for no reason: "It really deserves to be the Hang Tongsheng who made the Wan family and the county magistrate suffer a loss and was able to escape unscathed."

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After leaving Zhou's house, Hang Shuheng deliberately went around to the slums in the city, found a tea stall and ordered a bowl of tea, then sat down and chatted with the stall owner.

He claimed to be a passing businessman who wanted to inquire about the merchants in the county and find out if there was anything special he should pay attention to if he wanted to do business here.

At first, the stall owner was a little perfunctory, but under Hang Shuheng's deliberate guidance, he talked about the Wan family, "Brother, if you want to do business in the city, you must be careful not to offend the Wan family."

Hang Shuheng asked curiously, "Why? Is there anything so powerful about the Wan family?"

"The Wan family has the support of the county magistrate behind them, so people in the city don't dare to offend the Wan family." The stall owner looked around slyly, and then whispered in Hang Shuheng's ear: "I heard that Master Wan even claimed that he is the local emperor of this county..."

Hang Shuheng deliberately raised his voice and said in a shocked tone: "What? The Wan family is so rebellious? Could it be that they want to rebel?"

The stall owner was shocked. Seeing that everyone around was looking at them, he wanted to die and wished he could sew shut the mouth of this careless man.

"Hey, what nonsense are you talking about? Get lost, where did this poor lunatic come from?"

Hang Shuheng had achieved his goal, and he complied with the stall owner's urging, got up and left. As for what effect his deliberate words would have, it was unknown.

Refreshed, he came to the tavern where he had bought wine yesterday and ordered ten jars of wine, which made the owner very happy. Then he got on the tavern's carriage that delivered wine and left the city.

After returning home, Song Ning watched him carry jars of wine home, somewhat confused. She had said before that when Hang Shuheng returned safely, she would treat the villagers to a feast of meat and wine, but later on, Hang's mother was expelled from the family, so it was inappropriate to hold a banquet, and the matter was left unresolved.

But today, what was he going to do with all that wine?

"What's going on? Why did you buy so much wine?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a gust of wind sweeping past her, and a figure appeared in front of her.

Old man Xin pointed at the wine jars, counting them one by one. There were ten jars in total. He was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

"Hey, not bad, not bad, girl, let's prepare some snacks for lunch."

"Old man, you shouldn't drink so much when you're old." Song Ning's face darkened. It turned out that she bought so much wine because the old man loved to drink. She couldn't help but glared at Hang Shuheng: "The old man is willful, and you just indulge him. Why don't you buy the tavern as well?"

Then she turned around and scolded Old Man Xin: "And old man, you can drink, but I will strictly control the amount of alcohol you drink each time. You can only drink half a bowl each time, and no more."

What? There was so much wine, but he could only drink half a bowl. He could see it but couldn't drink it. This, this ...

However, the old man only dared to think about these words in his heart. When this girl got angry, she was exactly like her sinister mother. He instinctively did not dare to provoke her.

“Hehehe, don’t be angry, little girl.” The old man smiled guiltily, called Hang Shuheng who was also guilty, and left, looking a bit like he was fleeing. “Come here, little brat. I have something to discuss with you.”

When he arrived at the study, Hang Shuheng looked at the small porcelain bottles that Old Man Xin had placed in front of him, waiting for him to give him instructions.

"This bottle is 'Painful to Death'. I don't need to tell you how effective it is! This bottle is the antidote." Several bottles were distinguished by shape or color. He placed two of them in front of Hang Shuheng.

Hang Shuheng was very wary of this medicine. He had personally experienced its effects, and he would never want to experience it again in his lifetime.

The old man continued, "This medicine will only cause severe pain, but it is not fatal. If you don't take the antidote, the effect will wear off in a quarter of an hour."

It is not fatal, but it can make people suffer from excruciating pain. Hang Shuheng thinks that it should not be called "painful to death but not life-threatening", but should be called "painful but not fatal".

The other bottles contained some poisons and antidotes, as well as some healing medicines for internal and external injuries. "That's all. It's more than enough for self-defense. Take it, take it. Don't bother me with this matter again." The old man pushed all the medicines to him and sent him away impatiently.

Hang Shuheng took note of every bottle of medicine and kept them carefully. He suddenly felt richer than ever before.