Yang Jun frowned.

"That's Huang Jiansheng, the real estate tycoon from Guangdong Province." Wang Ermao quickly explained without waiting for Luo Xiaojun to slap him.

"Does he know this is my house?" Yang Jun asked.

"You shouldn't know, right?"

Wang Ermao grimaced, looked at Yang Jun, and then asked cautiously: "You look familiar, who are you?"

Yang Jun heard this and ignored him.

"Where can I find him?"

"He lives in room 505 of the International Hotel."

Without Yang Jun's urging, Wang Ermao poured beans into a bamboo tube and told everything he knew.

"He is basically not in the hotel during the day. He should be at the Mayflower KTV right now. He has a sweetheart named Xiaocui there."

When Yang Jun heard this, he winked at Luo Xiaojun.

Luo Xiaojun didn't waste any time and directly called a guard and asked him to go to Qingrou.

"May I ask who you are?" Wang Ermao asked again.

Yang Jun turned his head and ignored him.

Wang Ermao wanted to ask again, but suddenly felt a pain in his back.

Looking back, Luo Xiaojun whipped him with the belt again.

"Uncle, I won't ask anymore. Please stop fighting."

Luo Xiaojun remained unmoved and kept turning the belt around.

He smoked for a while, then looked at Yang Jun,

"Uncle Master..."

"Let him clean it up together." Yang Jun said.

"Yes, uncle."

When Luo Xiaojun heard this, he carried Wang Ermao and walked out of the yard.

As soon as they left, Yang Jun said to the three uncles with a smile,

"Sorry, I scared you."

When the three uncles heard this, they all laughed awkwardly.

"Hey, I thought I had seen through everything after living so long, but today I realized that status limits cognition." The second uncle said.

"That's right, I have been teaching and educating people all my life, and I have worked hard. If it weren't for you, Junzi, I wouldn't have seen such a scene." The third uncle said.

The old man lowered his head and said nothing.

He had already learned Yang Jun's methods.

If he hadn't offended Yang Jun, he wouldn't have suffered for more than ten years.

Sometimes, people must not act out of anger. There are many people in this world that they cannot afford to offend.

What you regard as capital is a joke in the eyes of others.

"You three gentlemen are welcome."

Yang Jun bowed his hand.

In fact, he also had the idea of ​​​​killing the chicken to show the monkey.

As the saying goes, return home in fine clothes.

If you don't let your relatives and friends see what you are capable of, what's the difference between that and walking at night in brocade clothes?

Yang Jun is also a layman, and he also hopes to be recognized by others.

Although this method is very cliché, he never tires of it.

Then, several people came outside the door.

I saw Wang Ermao and several other hooligans cleaning the stains.

They used shovels to clean the feces and urine on the walls and doors, and then washed them with clean water.

Others use the brush to repaint the walls.

Not far away, at the entrance of the alley, a group of people were cleaning the broken bricks and stones blocking the road.

"Uncle Yang."

Wang Ermao took the opportunity to come over and curry favor with Yang Jun.

Yang Jun put his hands behind his back and looked at him coldly.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I know, I know."

Wang Ermao nodded and bowed: "I just don't know who my parents are, but I have heard of your name, Uncle Yang."

When Yang Jun heard this, he rolled his eyes.

"Tell me, are you cheap or not? You've done all your rogue things to me."

"Hey, isn't this...the information is wrong?"

Wang Ermao glared at the boy next to him fiercely, and then said with a smile: "I thought this yard belonged to that Yan Laoxi, so..."

"Uncle Yang, speaking of which, we are still relatives."

"relative?"

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Tell me, where did you talk about relatives?"

Wang Ermao looked around, then moved closer to Yang Jun and whispered: "The woman of your godson Xiaowu is my sister."

When Yang Jun heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

Later, he understood.

No wonder Wang Ermao is so rampant, it turns out he was following Xiao Wu.

A few years ago, Yang Chengwu unified all the little yellow men in the Forty-Nine Cities, and he alone had the final say in the entire capital.

It would be really strange if there really was a force that was not under his control.

"Xiaowu didn't tell you that this courtyard belongs to me?" Yang Jun asked.

"Uncle Yang, how could the Fifth Master tell me this? I am the younger brother under the Fifth Master who is not on the stage. Usually the Fifth Master can't say a few words to me, let alone tell me this."

When Yang Jun heard this, he snorted coldly.

"What do you mean, your sister is Xiaowu's mistress outside?"

"Hmm...Uncle Yang, look at what you said, no one as big as the Fifth Master can be without a woman by his side."

Wang Ermao smiled and said: "My sister is honored to be with the Fifth Master. If the Fifth Master hadn't taken care of her, I... I might not have accomplished anything."

When Yang Jun heard this, he smiled.

Then he turned back to Luo Xiaojun and said, "Did you hear everything?"

"Well, I heard everything, and I wrote it all down." Luo Xiaojun said with a smile.

Unintentionally, I learned that Yang Chengwu was raising a woman outside, and that Xiao Wu would look good when he returned home.

"Let him sign and pledge it." Yang Jun said with a smile.

"yes."

After saying that, Luo Xiaojun took Wang Ermao's collar with a smile and lifted him aside.

"Uncle Yang, you can't harm me."

Only then did Wang Ermao realize what he was doing, and his face turned pale with fright.

"Fifth Master will kill me, Uncle Yang, please."

"Uncle Yang, please."

Luo Xiaojun didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and then asked him to sign and certify it.

Yang Jun ignored them and walked around the door.

Feeling bored, I prepared to go back to the yard.

At this moment, the third aunt prepared food and came to ask him to eat.

The meal has been prepared a long time ago and is eaten in the yard.

The second uncle took out all the fine wine that had been stored for more than ten years, and the first uncle also brought a big bag of roasted pork.

Together with the chicken stewed by the third aunt and a few stir-fried side dishes, the meal is quite sumptuous.
To be continued...