Is it an illusion to always be loved by NPCs? [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 38 "Splendid Fate in Troubled Times" Reservation of Chasing Husband Crematorium

In fact, Jiang Mi had shared his thoughts with Jiang Han on the way back from Qin Zhai before.

He glanced at Jiang Han who was still cheerful, and said bluntly, "Dad, I don't think Grandpa Qin likes you very much."

Jiang Han paused with a smile, and unconsciously stroked his half-white hair, "How can I always like it, my eldest is not alone, the main reason is that I have seen him too little these years, and he is unfamiliar."

Only now does Jiang Mi realize that Jiang Han is still transparent about some things.

"In the past, your Grandpa Qin was very kind to me, but that's all in the past." Jiang Han didn't continue to laugh.

Jiang Mi lowered his eyes, and put his arm on the window of the car, "Since he doesn't like you, it's good to have less contact with you in the future."

Jiang Han originally wanted to say something to Jiang Mi, but after thinking about Qin Zhishan's appearance today, in fact, it doesn't matter whether Qin Zhishan likes him or not, but his own son should not be treated like this for no reason.

Jiang Han was silent, sighed, and wiped his face, "Okay, listen to you, it's better to have less contact in the future, and your grandpa Qin doesn't really want to see me."

Then, Jiang Han, Jiang Mi and his son went back silently all the way.

But Jiang Han's sadness came and went quickly, and on the third day he seemed to be fine.

When Jiang Mi went downstairs to have breakfast in the morning, he saw Jiang Han doing Tai Chi in the yard, and he really looked good.

Jiang Mi swallowed the bean paste bun in his mouth, looked at Jiang Han, "Dad, when did you learn Tai Chi and how long have you been practicing it?"

Jiang Han wiped off the thin sweat on his forehead with a towel, "Hey, I asked my teacher to teach me a few years ago. I haven't practiced for a while, and my hands are raw."

As he said that, Jiang Han walked into the room, "You can also practice, and I will teach you when the time comes, this Tai Chi will promote blood circulation, unblock collaterals, nourish Qi and store energy, it will be good for you."

Jiang Mi took a sip of soy milk, "Okay." Anyway, I don't have anything to do, so it doesn't matter if I practice Tai Chi.

By the time Jiang Mi finished his breakfast, Jiang Han was already reading today's newspaper with his glasses on.

Jiang Han shook out the newspapers, "Today Hualemen is holding an event, and Xiao Cheng sent someone over to ask if you're going to have lunch."

Jiang Mi looked up at Jiang Han upon hearing this, "What activity?"

"For the anniversary, Huale Gate was completed in June, and every year when June comes, I have to do it once a year. A few years ago, I went to see new tricks, but now I don't have the heart."

While talking, Jiang Han lowered his head to carefully read the newspaper word by word. He is semi-literate, and he is not good at reading and reading newspapers. He reads newspapers all morning.

Jiang Mi leaned on the sofa, let himself go lazily, tapped his fingers, thought for a while and agreed, "Okay, Dad, I'll go there later."

Jiang Han read the newspaper seriously, only hummed for a moment, and didn't say anything more.

It wasn't until Jiang Mi took him away that Jiang Han remembered to remind him, "Come back early in the afternoon, and I will teach you Tai Chi by the way."

Jiang Mi put on his shoes, turned around and answered, "Okay, I'll be back soon."

Jiang Mi sat in the car and was driven all the way to Huale Gate.

Huale Gate is some distance away from Jiang's house, and it took two to three 10 minutes to get there.

Because today is the anniversary of Hualemen, the news has been released long ago, and many new tricks have been prepared.

It's only around ten o'clock now, and there is already a lot of people in front of Huale Gate, and the business of the vendors on the opposite street is much better.

Rickshaws crowded the street corners, waiting to pull people.

Jiang Mi got off the car and walked through the crowded crowd.

Fortunately, Hualemen occupies a large area and has enough space, so it can accommodate many people.

Jiang Mi was led by the waiter to the third floor, but at the corner of the stairs on the third floor, he heard someone shouting.

The stairs are very spacious, and the left and right passages lead directly to the third floor, and the noise is coming from the right passage.

Jiang Mi didn't know who else could stand and quarrel on the third floor. He heard a woman's sarcastic laughter, and then said each word quickly.

"I have paid all the liquidated damages, how can I still have the money owed to you! Don't you just treat me as a cash cow and won't let me go!"

The male voice on the opposite side was very impatient, "Miss Su, you signed the contract..."

"Yes, I signed the contract, but it's not that I didn't lose money to you. It's only a day away and you paid me back the interest rate, right?"

Jiang Mi paused, feeling that he had heard this voice somewhere before.

He thought about it carefully, and suddenly remembered that when he came here before, he bumped into a drunk woman with this voice.

Jiang Mi didn't expect that person to be an employee of Hualemen.

The waiter who followed Jiang Mi saw that Jiang Mi's footsteps were slightly sluggish, and he seemed to be paying attention to the movement on the right side, so he hurriedly explained: "Master Jiang, that is a singer from the Hualemen who is making a noise, her name is Su Die, she is making a fuss It's been a long time..."

Jiang Mi glanced at him, "What's wrong with her?"

The waiter was stunned, "She just wanted to resign from Hualemen, but the liquidated damages were not paid enough because it was overdue..."

"One day overdue?" Jiang Mi asked back.

"Yes, yes." The waiter scratched his hair.

"Then I'll give you her one day's overdue money later, so you can tell her to let her go, so as not to keep making trouble." Jiang Mi didn't have any other ideas, but thought it was just a matter of a day or two, and it wouldn't look good if it continued. Quite embarrassing.

The waiter waved his hands again and again, "Master Jiang, what are you talking about? How much money can you earn in a day or two? I'll go and tell him to let him go."

Jiang Min hummed and stood there waiting for him.

In just one or two sentences, the noise over there stopped.

A woman's crisp high-heeled shoes sounded, and then she appeared not far from Jiang Mi.

Jiang Mi looked up calmly, and it was indeed the drunk fox-eyed woman last time. The woman frowned and glanced at him, then turned around with her bag on her back and went downstairs.

The waiter trotted back to Jiang Mi again, "Master Jiang, this way."

Jiang Mi stepped upstairs, not paying attention to the little episode just now.

When Jiang Mi arrived at the room on the third floor, he pushed the door open and saw Cheng Chan sitting at the desk with a pen in his hand, reading a stack of documents.

Cheng Zhan raised his clear eyes and realized that it was Jiang Mi who had come. He put down the things in his hands and said softly, "Master Jiang, you are here."

Jiang Mi smiled, "Brother Cheng."

"Master Jiang, sit down."

Jiang Miyiyan sat on a solid wooden chair beside her.

"Master Jiang, I have already reserved a seat at the Four Seasons Spring Hall across the street. Let's go there later." Cheng Zhan took off his glasses and gently kneaded his wrist bones.

Jiang Mi looked at the documents on Cheng Zhan's desk, "Brother Cheng, if you are busy with something, you don't have to stay with me first."

Cheng Zhan put away the pen, put on his glasses again, stood up, and patted the crumpled corner of his robe, "Master Jiang, these are not important matters, don't worry about it."

After speaking, Jiang Mi and Cheng Chan went downstairs together again.

When the two of them reached the second floor, another person trotted over from the corridor in the distance, stood still in front of Cheng Zhan, and said something.

With a flat face, Cheng Zhan tilted his head and smiled at Jiang Mi: "Master Jiang, you go downstairs and wait for me first, I will be here in a while."

Jiang Mi nodded, "Okay, Brother Cheng."

Jiang Mi knew that Cheng Chan would be busy managing such a large venue, so he was not surprised by such an emergency.

Jiang Mi went downstairs, instead of waiting downstairs, he went out of the Huale Gate and stood outside waiting for someone.

It's already June now, and the weather in Winter City is getting hotter and hotter. Jiang Mi glanced around and saw the cold drink stand where he bought popsicles before.

He remembered that Cheng Zhan liked to eat. Thinking of this, Jiang Mi walked over.

Jiang Mi stood still in front of the booth. The old lady and the little girl were stunned when they saw him. It was because Jiang Mi had such a profound impact on them last time that it was hard for them to forget.

Jiang Mi laughed: "Two popsicles, please."

The old lady nodded quickly, "Okay, sir, wait a moment."

Then she and the little girl wrapped two popsicles for Jiang Mi nimbly. Jiang Mi just paid the money and took the popsicles.

Embarrassed, the old lady took out a pie wrapped in oil paper. The pie was very small, half the size of a palm.

"Sir, this is a pancake I made. There is one more pancake. Please accept it if you don't mind."

Jiang Mi didn't expect to get such a pancake, he was stunned and reached out to take it, the taste of the pie came through through the oil paper.

Stuffed with leeks.

In fact, Jiang Mi doesn't like to eat leeks very much. He doesn't stick his chopsticks at the Jiang family's meals on weekdays.

But maybe Cheng Zhan would like to eat it, it's just a pancake, and it doesn't make much sense to refuse.

Jiang Mi slipped the little pie into the pocket of his coat, and smiled at the blushing little girl, "Thank you..."

But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

From the Wah Lok doors came the screams and shouts of women.

Jiang Mi's eyebrows twitched, and he turned his head quickly, only to see a crowd of people rushing out of the Huale Gate.

Most of the men and women turned pale with panic. Some people lost a shoe and didn't have time to pick it up.

Jiang Mi vaguely heard a few words, "Killed" and "Run".

Jiang Mi turned around and put the two popsicles on the stand again, and said to the old lady and the little girl who were standing there in a daze, "Go and hide first."

Then Jiang Mi walked against the flow of people.

Crying and shouting came and went, Jiang Mi tried to calm down, thinking carefully about what happened, but he thought of Cheng Chan again, and his hands couldn't help shaking.

Now all the people running out are the people on the first floor, and the people on the second floor are blocked behind, let alone the third floor.

All the thugs from Hualemen gathered on the first floor, fighting with the assailants who were holding machetes and iron bars.

But the flow of people is too crowded, not only it is difficult to find the target, but also it is easy to accidentally injure innocent guests, so Hua Lemen's thugs are greatly restricted.

When Jiang Mi walked to the lobby on the first floor of Huale Gate, vases, porcelain pieces, tables, chairs and plates were all over the floor, and the colored lights on the stage were all broken, leaving a mess.

There was bright red blood splashed on the handle of the stairs, and many people staggered and ran down the stairs.

A man in a yellow leather jacket holding an iron rod and smashing saw Jiang Mi, and immediately ran over with a fierce roar, and the female worker passing by Jiang Mi who was about to escape suddenly collapsed on the ground with weak legs and feet.

Jiang Mi reacted quickly, picked up the kicked chair beside him and threw it out. The man couldn't dodge it, and stepped back a few steps after being smashed.

He punched the man on the chin fiercely, pressed his elbow on the man's neck and fell to the ground, and punched again on the bridge of the nose, splotches of blood splashed onto Jiang Mi's cold and solemn side face.

The man fainted immediately, Jiang Mi took down the iron rod from the man's hand, weighed it and then held it tightly.

Turn around and pull up the female worker who was lying on the ground, "The door is over there."

After pointing out the direction, he didn't care anymore, turned around and walked inside.

As if the female worker had come to her senses, she boldly shouted, "You, aren't you going out!"

Jiang Mi said without looking back, "I'm looking for someone."

Many people fled outwards rubbing Jiang Mi's shoulders, and Jiang Mi even helped a man in a long robe who fell to the ground and was almost trampled on.

The long-robed man is an accountant from the accountant of Huale Gate. He is pedantic and old-fashioned. At this time, he was helped up by Jiang Mi and wanted to say thank you, but when he looked up, he could only see Jiang Mi's back.

-

In a room on the third floor.

Cheng Zhan was sitting on a wooden chair, facing another of Qin Zhishan's confidantes.

The person on the opposite side clapped his palms and smiled, "I didn't expect, I didn't expect, you can really let the vice leader of the Qinglong Guild do things for you, I'm afraid it's some weakness that you've caught in your hands."

Cheng Zhan picked up the teacup indifferently, and the mist covered his glasses, but he didn't take them off this time.

Naturally, the person on the opposite side didn't pay attention to Cheng Zhan's expression, and just said to himself: "If something happens to the young master of the Jiang family today, I'm afraid Jiang Han will have a deadly fight with the Qinglong Gang. It's not a good thing, a group of desperate hooligans, messing with them, it's like putting a piece of bullshit plaster on it, and the skin will peel off if you tear it off, I'm afraid this Winter City will never have a good life in the future, tsk tsk."

Although this person's tone was regretful, his face was full of gloating expression.

Cheng Chan didn't answer the question, but asked calmly: "Is the Supervising Office's Police Department delayed?"

"It's delayed, it's delayed, the new general bureau is a boneless one, so it's easy to handle." The person opposite said nonchalantly, and then looked at Cheng Zhan with a bit of joking.

"You are really good at catching people's weaknesses. By the way, do you have any weaknesses?"

Cheng Zhan put down the teacup calmly, without even looking at the person opposite.

The man seemed bored, frowned, and didn't speak any more.

-

When Jiang Mi just stepped up to the second floor, he saw another man in a short coat with a machete chasing a person, but when the man in the short coat saw Jiang Mi, he suddenly turned the knife and pointed it at Jiang Mi.

The person being chased scrambled away at Jiang Mi's feet, and Jiang Mi stood still.

The machete man slashed at Jiang Mi, but the knife was too long, heavy and unwieldy to use.

Jiang Mi dodged and grabbed the machete man's wrist with his hands. The machete man struggled and did not move away, his face turned red.

Thanks to the original body who liked to exercise when he was studying abroad, he still has strength.

Jiang Mi bent his knees and kicked the machete man hard on the left rib. The machete man's painful hand softened, and the knife fell to the ground with a "bang".

Jiang Mi took advantage of the situation and wanted to directly knock the machete man unconscious like before, but Jiang Mi didn't notice the movement behind him amidst the noise, and when he reacted, there was already a wind blowing from the back of his head.

Jiang Mi knew that he couldn't hide, so he subconsciously tilted his head slightly, the stick hit the left side of the head without hurting the back of the head, and the leek pie wrapped in oil paper in his pocket also fell to the ground.

Suddenly, warm liquid slid down from the corner of Jiang Mi's forehead, wetting his left eye.

Jiang Mi's eyes were dazed for a moment, but knowing that it was not the time to be dazed, he quickly picked up the iron rod in his hand and threw it backwards.

The person behind him seemed to be hit, and howled in pain.

Jiang Mi took this opportunity to get up.

He wiped off the blood from his left eye casually, so that he could see all this more clearly.

After the man with the stick slowed down, he rushed towards Jiang Mi again, just in time to crush the pie that Jiang Mi had dropped to the ground, but no one noticed.

After a long time.

Jiang Mi barely stood still with blood on his side face.

His footsteps became heavier and heavier, and he was afraid that he would not be able to walk up, so he raised his head and shouted towards the stairs on the third floor.

"Cheng Zhan."

Cheng Zhan sat on the chair, his hands trembling slightly.

The person on the opposite side seemed to have heard Jiang Mi's voice, and said indifferently: "Don't worry, no one can go up to the third floor." After speaking, he seemed to feel bored, and turned his head to push open the door of the inner room.

"I'm going to rest for a while."

Cheng Chan sat there alone, and after a while, he took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, and beside the pack was a piece of plastic toffee wrapper.

He lit a cigarette and held it between his two fingers, the scarlet light was half-lit, and the thin smoke was lingering around him, and the azure robe on his body was now dimmed.

He sat there, motionless.

As the person said earlier, no one can go up to the third floor.

One after another, thugs from the Qinglong Gang came from both sides of the corridor, Jiang Mi was surrounded by them, and he slowly realized something was wrong.

Every time these murderous thugs saw him, no matter what he was doing, they would rush to trouble him first, as if they knew him.

Don't let Jiang Mi continue to think about it, the knife and stick have already struck.

New wounds and old wounds were added to his body one after another.

Before Jiang Mi fell to the ground, more than half of the thugs had been knocked down.

He finally fell down facing the far stairs, his forehead was sticky with blood.

at the same time.

The smoke at Cheng Zhan's fingertips also burned to the end, but he didn't extinguish it, but let the faint flame burn his fingers, making him more sober.