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When Song Yan thought about having to pay for this table of food, his heart was in turmoil and he wanted to beat his chest and stamp his feet.

How happy I was eating just now, how sad I am now. No matter how delicious the food is, it becomes tasteless in my mouth.

I don't know if ten taels of silver is enough.

Should it be enough? Song Yan wasn't sure.

But then I thought, since I’m bound to pay the bill, I might as well enjoy this last bit of deliciousness.

So, he put aside his worries and stretched out his chopsticks. Just at this moment, Shu Changyu also stretched out his chopsticks, and their eyes met in the air.

Song Yan quickly looked away, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of his hand.

Because he was holding the chopsticks, the finger bones on the back of his hand were slightly raised, and his fingers were long and slender with distinct joints, completely different from the delicate hands of a woman.

Song Yan thought to himself that it might be because he practiced sword every day.

I watched Shu Changyu eating the bamboo shoots one bite after another, as if he had forgotten what he had said before that he didn't like eating bamboo shoots.

Shu Changsheng was too tired to complain, but he was not stupid enough to ask for trouble, so he pretended not to see it.

He was now very interested in Song Yan, so he started to talk to her and asked, "Xiao Song, where are you from?"

"Xijiang Town." Song Yan paused strangely before continuing, "Zhangjia Village."

Shu Changsheng almost asked out loud, is it the Zhangjia Village that has a feud with their Xiaoli Village?

It seems that there is only Zhangjia Village in the entire Xijiang Town.

But he quickly calmed down and laughed dryly, "What a coincidence, we are from Xiaoli Village."

"However, we moved there later." He did not get involved in the feud between the two villages.

After understanding the unfinished meaning behind the other person's words, Song Yan added, "My family is also an outsider."

The two smiled at each other, both feeling a sense of empathy.

He didn't expect Shu Changsheng to be such a chatterbox, and the two of them became more and more excited as they talked.

Shu Changyu ate quietly on the side, occasionally interjecting a few words.

After the meal, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Song Yan also noticed that the dish that Shu Changyu picked up with his chopsticks most often was stir-fried bamboo shoots, followed by cold-mixed bean curd.

On the contrary, meat dishes such as Buddha Jumps Over the Wall are not used much.

It's quite easy to feed.

As soon as this thought came to mind, it was suppressed fiercely. He pinched his head hard in his mind and shook it madly.

What are you thinking about, Song Yan?

Seeing him shaking his head suddenly, Shu Changsheng put down his chopsticks and asked with concern: "Brother, what's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?"

"No, I just thought of something." Song Yan's eyes were wandering, and she didn't dare to look at Shu Changyu, as if something bad would happen if she looked at him.

He didn't notice that Shu Changyu glanced at him.

That gaze was indifferent, like a deep lake, making it impossible to detect any thoughts.

After we finished our meal, it was dark outside and the waiter came in to light the lamp.

"I'm going out for a while." Song Yan made the excuse of going to the toilet, but in fact he held the silver in his arms and sneaked away to pay the bill.

Shopkeeper Li hasn't come back yet, and the cashier is doing the cashiering.

He gave the name of the private room: "Check out the private room with the Yanzihao."

Fortunately, he had noticed the signs of the private rooms before. There were eight private rooms on the second floor, named "Pen, Ink, Paper and Inkstone" and "Piano, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting" respectively.

The accountant turned the abacus and quoted the price without even looking up: "Five ounces and two cents."

Song Yan's voice trembled: "What did you say?!"

The accountant looked up and repeated the price: "Five taels and two cents."

He stroked his mustache with his hand and listed the cost of each dish in detail.

"Buddha Jumps Over the Wall five taels of silver, spicy fish fillet fifty coins, stir-fried bamboo shoots twenty coins, roast duck sixty-seven coins, sweet and sour spareribs forty-five coins, cold bean curd eighteen coins, add up to five taels and two coins."

"Here." Song Yan tremblingly took out five taels and two cents of silver from his pocket.

He had to spend most of the money he had just received before he could even warm it up. Song Yan's heart seemed to be bleeding.

Forget it, forget it. I won’t pretend to be rich again next time.

He sighed and went back to the private room. He adjusted his expression and said to Shu Changsheng, "Brother Shu San, I have something else to do later. I'll take my leave now. I hope we can meet again in the future."

"You're leaving so soon." Shu Changsheng felt a little reluctant. It was rare to meet such a congenial friend, and he wanted to keep him to stay and have a long chat in the evening.

Song Yan smiled and said, "I really have something urgent to do."

Shu Changyu glanced at his face lightly: "Did you go to pay the bill just now?"

Shu Changsheng was dumbfounded and said, "You went to pay the bill, are you stupid? The dishes we ordered are very expensive."

Every time they come to Xiangfenglou for dinner, they keep a record of their expenses. When the dividends are distributed at the end of the month, the accounting office will automatically deduct the money from their bills.

But unexpectedly, Song Yan went to pay the bill secretly, and the accountant didn't know who the customer in the private room was, so he paid the bill in a confused manner.

Song Yan scratched his head and said, "I already said I'll treat you, how can I go back on my word?"

"I'll return the silver to you." Shu Changsheng touched his purse and realized that he didn't bring much silver with him.

He said a little embarrassedly: "How about I return it to you next time."

Song Yan waved her hands hastily and insisted, "I said it was my treat, how can I accept your money?"

"I'll take my leave now."

"Wait." Shu Changyu suddenly took off the Buddhist beads in his hand and threw them to him, "Take it."

Song Yan hurriedly caught the beads, bewildered: "Ah?"

Shu Changyu lowered his voice, and said in a gentle voice: "This is for you."

"Why are you giving me this?" Song Yan was puzzled.

"You don't want to take money, do you?" Shu Changyu tilted his head and looked at me, with a casual tone, "It's a worthless thing, and you're just wearing it for fun."

Shu Changsheng said silently, it is indeed not valuable, but it is the treasure of Baiyun Temple, and the abbot is begging you to wear it.

You gave it to someone casually. If the abbot of Baiyun Temple knew about it, he would probably faint in tears in front of the Buddha.

Song Yan of course knew the origin of this string of Buddhist beads, and quickly stuffed the beads back: "No, no, I can't take it."

Shu Changyu made an impatient "tsk" sound, and for the time being he was unable to produce anything to mortgage.

He owed a few taels of silver for no reason, and he was in a bad mood, with no smile on his face.

He was playing with the Buddhist beads in his hand, his face cold and his brows filled with annoyance.

Song Yan noticed that the atmosphere was not right and quickly said goodbye and left.

After he left, Shu Changsheng asked cautiously: "Changyu, are we going back?"

Shu Changyu said gloomily, "No, it's too late. Stay overnight."

Shu Changsheng couldn't understand why he suddenly became unhappy.

He had long been accustomed to the other party's changeable personality and knew how to deal with it. In short, just don't provoke him at this time.

Song Yan came out of Xiangfeng Building and went straight to the Thanos Gang.

The road was not easy to walk on after dark, and Thanos' location was a little remote, so it took him quarter of an hour to get there.

Fortunately, there was a lantern lit in front of the door, so Song Yan found the residence without much effort and went up to knock on the door.

"Who is it?" a question came from inside.

Song Yan said to the crack in the door: "It's me, Song Yan."

"I'm coming!" The man hurried over to open the door, then said, "Come in quickly, Brother Ying and the others have been waiting for you for a long time."

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Brother Ying walking out quickly.

He laughed heartily and said, "Brother Yan is here!"

Song Yan said: "Sorry, I was busy just now and came late."

"What does it matter?" Brother Ying put his hand on his shoulder and said enthusiastically, "Have you had your meal?"

"It has been used." said Song Yan.

Brother Ying smacked his lips and said regretfully, "I was planning to treat you to a meal tonight, but let's do it tomorrow. Please make sure to leave some time for me."

When talking about treating someone to a meal, Song Yan thought of the five taels and two cents, and the smile on her face almost disappeared.

He reluctantly said, "It depends on the situation."

Brother Ying led him to the main hall: "Let's go inside and talk."

When I entered the main hall, I found that everyone was there.

Song Yan was stunned for a moment. Are all the people here?

Those present included Deputy Gang Leader Zhong Hui, Hall Master Chen, and Hall Master Shen of the Law Enforcement Hall.

Almost all the core members of Thanos' gang are here.

As soon as he entered the door, everyone looked at him with burning eyes.

Song Yan stepped on the threshold and suddenly had the urge to turn around and leave.

He hesitated and greeted, "Good evening?"