Rebirth of the Forbidden City: The Troublemaker in the Courtyard

Ning Yuan had just had a big meal at Lao Mo at noon, so he wasn't too hungry at this time. He ate a sesame seed bun and finished the remaining braised pork before clearing the dishes.

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The next morning, Ning Yuan had an appointment with the broker to go to Taoranting to trade a large tray, so he simply heated up the two remaining pancakes, ate one, and left one for Ning Wei.

He didn't ask Xiao Ningwei to get up. He washed, dressed, and rode his bike to Taoranting.

This broker often hangs out in Pigeon City, so he must know something about the details of the Buddha in that area.

Ning Yuan was the one who was stolen, and he had no intention of letting it go.

When Ning Yuan arrived at Taoranting, the middle-aged broker he had made an appointment with last night had already arrived.

In fact, since the construction of Taoranting Park began in 1952, there have been more than a dozen pavilions of various sizes in the park, but this group of people are still most accustomed to calling the oldest pavilion on the central island Taoranting.

"Brother, you're here pretty early. Do you have enough money?" Ning Yuan stopped his bike and came over to say hello.

"Don't worry, little brother. Where are your goods?" The middle-aged broker had just arrived. When he saw Ning Yuan coming, he hurried to greet him.

Ning Yuan took off the large military bag he had specially changed into and walked towards the entrance of Taoranting.

After the two of them sat down together in the pavilion, Ning Yuan took out several large silver plates from his military bag.

"There are five in total, and they are quite large. Look at the lace design. I suddenly feel that five dollars each is a bargain for you!" Ning Yuan felt more and more cheated the more he looked at them, so he cursed with a smile.

"We agreed on this price yesterday, little brother, you can't go back on your word!"

The middle-aged broker became a little anxious when he heard Ning Yuan's words. He certainly knew that such a large silver plate could be sold at a higher price, but that was his profit, and he had to make money.

"Come on, since you're so nervous, let's stick to the price we agreed on yesterday: five dollars each. You give me twenty-five!"

Ning Yuan saw that the middle-aged broker was a little anxious, so he waved his hand and said.

"Okay, you can put away the twenty-five and I'll take it away!"

The middle-aged broker carefully took out twenty-five yuan and handed it to Ning Yuan. Then he took the five silver plates from Ning Yuan and put them into his big bag, and then prepared to get up and leave.

"Don't worry, I have something to ask you. Do you know the Buddha from the Pigeon Market outside Chongwenmen? Where does he live? How many people are there in his group?"

Ning Yuan grabbed the middle-aged man who was about to leave, and then asked lightly.

The middle-aged broker's body trembled obviously, and then he hurriedly spoke to Ning Yuan.

"Little brother, how would I know that? I'm just an honest man, doing some small business and serving the people. How could I have anything to do with those Buddhist masters?"

Ning Yuan looked at the middle-aged man's expression and felt 80% confident.

He then took out a triangular scraper from his military bag and pressed it against the middle-aged man's stomach.

"You're not honest, are you? What? Do you have to let a man bleed a little before you tell the truth?" Ning Yuan said, using force on his hands.

"No, no, no, don't be impulsive, little brother. I really don't know him well. I don't understand!"

The middle-aged broker was well aware of the tactics used by these young people, who attacked without regard for the consequences, so he quickly begged for mercy.

"It was fine just now, but now the knife is on your stomach and it's uncooked. Well, you're really brave! Looks like I'm going to have to make you bleed a little and give you a little scar!"

Ning Yuan knew something was going to happen when he heard the change in the man's tone, so he continued speaking in a pretended fierce tone.

Then he lifted the triangular scraper from his stomach to his neck and pressed hard. The cold blade was already touching the neck of the middle-aged broker.

Feeling the coldness on his neck, the middle-aged broker no longer dared to hide anything. Looking at Ning Yuan's nonchalant and cold expression, he had no doubt about the young man's methods.

"Let me tell you, there are five or six of these Buddhas, all young men. They should live around Zhushikou Street. I don't know exactly where they live, but we usually don't dare to provoke them!"

He told everything he knew in one breath.

Ning Yuan then moved the scraper away from his neck and said, "You could have said it a long time ago, why did you have to do this? I'm asking you this, don't tell anyone, do you understand?"

"Hey, I heard it!" The middle-aged broker nodded quickly.

Ning Yuan put away the triangular scraper and put the twenty-five dollars he got from the transaction silver plate into the space.

He got the information he wanted to know, so he didn't bother the broker anymore.

After letting him leave, Ning Yuan rode his bicycle back to his own yard.

Then he started thinking about how to deal with these Buddhas.

It was mentioned in the TV series that after the little bastards became famous, they could rely on eating Buddha to have no worries about food and drink. This "eating Buddha" refers to the thieves paying tribute to the local tyrants and the big troublemakers, and then seeking protection.

Well, this is also a source of income, and these thieves all have skills, which may be used at any time, and the main thing is to convince them.

After Ning Yuan figured out how to deal with this group of Buddhist masters, he was about to find Zhong Yuemin, Fan Xinhua and others.

As a result, before he even left the house, Fan Xinhua and his friends had already entered his house.

After Fan Xinhua entered the room, he half-lay down on the sofa in Ning Yuan's house.

As for Zou Cheng, this person and Fan Xinhua are simply two extremes.

He is thin and usually very silent, not very good at joking or joking. Fan Xinhua is just the opposite. He has a round figure, likes to show off everywhere, and his mouth is like a machine gun, and he is always busy wherever he goes.

But these two people who have completely different personalities have become good friends inexplicably.

Zou Cheng and four or five young men from the compound also sat down in Ning Yuan's living room.

Fan Xinhua rubbed his fat face which was blown red and asked in a strange cry.

"Ningyuan, we came to look for you early this morning but you weren't there. Where have you been sniffing honey? Tell the organization the truth. Did you stay out all night?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room burst into laughter, and even little Ning Wei joined in the laughter.

Ning Yuan also laughed when he heard it. Instead of refuting, he went along with it.

"Damn, you have pretty sharp ears. My buddy just got married with a big sister yesterday, and you know about it today?"

After hearing Ning Yuan's words, Fan Xinhua couldn't laugh anymore. He sat up with difficulty from his fat body lying on the sofa, staring with his eyes and asked in disbelief.

"Fuck you, are you serious?"

Ning Yuan looked at Fan Xinhua and nodded lightly without comment, with a look of aftertaste on his face.

This made Fan Xinhua very upset. It was just a joke, but the other party directly admitted that he was far ahead of them.

"Fuck you, you are such a bastard. This is more painful than killing me~~" Fan Xinhua burst into tears.

Then he reacted, twisted his fat body and grabbed Ning Yuan's arm and said, "Brother, you are my brother, teach me how to take the photo!"

Ning Yuan was laughing so hard when he saw Fatty Fan crying and snotting.