This man is mysterious not because he wears a mask, but because his origins are somewhat mysterious.

But looking at him sitting between Meng Gulong and City Lord Bai at this moment, it can be seen that although this man is not very old, his status in Shuijiang City is very high.

Nine out of ten people in Shuijiang City knew about this person. Those who didn't know were shocked when others told him that he was actually the head of the Black Mountain Water Village in Shuijiang City - Crossing the Water Black Dragon, Tian.

Not planning.

Tian Bumou, as the leader of the water thieves, came to pay homage to Meng Gulong today. Everyone was a little surprised. Some people were secretly talking: "This master usually has his eyes high and controls the entire Heijiang River.

It can be said that the goose is plucking its feathers, and it is impossible to snatch him. I think he is a weasel paying New Year greetings to the chicken. I am afraid he has other agendas today!"

Some people argued: "Although Tian Bumou is crazy and arrogant, he doesn't take business families like us seriously, but who is Mr. Meng? He is related to the Bloody Marquis. Tian Bumou is

Even if you take the wrong medicine, you don’t dare to attack the Meng family!”

Some people sighed because of this: "We businessmen in Shuijiang City may not have a peaceful life. Look, in the past three years alone, this field has been snatched from the upper reaches to the lower reaches. It is completely

Don’t give us a way to survive.”

His friend quickly pulled his sleeve to stop him: "Brother, please stop saying a few words. Although the waterway has been cut off by him, we can still go by land. Although it is risky, it is better than provoking Tian Bu."

Mouqiang, if your words are heard and thrown into disrepute, then you won’t be able to take it anymore and just walk away.”

These businessmen and hawkers were talking in private, and Meng Gulong, who was sitting among them, naturally would not hear it. He picked up his wine glass, stood up, greeted the guests around him, bowed, and then said in a loud voice: "Everyone has come from afar, I

I'm really happy. Eat more and drink more, so you can look up to me, Meng Gulong."

After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he looked up at Meng Fei and smiled, full of spirit. He picked up the wine glass again, raised his eyebrows, came to Tian Bumou's side, and said with a smile: "Master Tian Dazhai, you have come from afar.

I should even offer you a toast."

Tian Bumou's eyes flashed, and he also picked up the cup, but he seemed to be smiling and said: "Meng Meng is famous all over the river city. I, Tian Bumou, should have come to visit a long time ago. How can I be worthy of your toast? Hahaha."

!”

He laughed a few times, drank the glass of wine with his head tilted up, and then said: "I, Tian Bumou, will do it first."

Tian Bumou said in his mouth, but he never stood up, so he seemed a little arrogant.

Meng Gulong laughed, his face didn't show anything strange, but he was more or less dissatisfied in his heart. He also raised his head and drank the wine in the glass. Suddenly he frowned and heard a "bang" sound and placed the wine glass heavily on the table.

He sighed and said: "Today, the hall is full of congratulatory guests, all of whom are my relatives and friends. It's like this to celebrate my birthday, what else can I ask for!"

But, alas, one person is missing among them, alas, although there is only one person missing, I feel a little, alas!"

Meng Gulong, who was able to enter the aristocratic circle of the Great China Dynasty through business methods, suddenly seemed to remember something and sighed repeatedly, and his two pale eyebrows were tightly knitted together.

He squeezed the wine glass tightly with both hands in excitement, but with a bang, the glass filled with wine broke.

Everyone in the hall couldn't help but be stunned. Among them was a short and thin old man. He smiled and said: "Brother, let me guess what you are thinking. I guarantee that it will be eight or nine and will not leave ten."

Meng Gulong glanced at the old man, temporarily suppressed his sadness, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I want to see if your "treasure hunter" can guess what I'm thinking. If you can't guess, I'll tell you.

Your nickname of "Spirit Rat" must be changed from today on."

It turns out that this short and thin old man is none other than Shuijiang City's famous wise eye - Spirit Rat, Duhu Zhi.

This old man started his career by identifying treasures, and his pair of rat eyes are really famous throughout Shuijiang City!

Duhuzhi chuckled, stretched out two fingers, shook them up and down, and said with a smile: "What I am thinking about is your precious son, Mr. Meng, who has never been heard from again as soon as you go to the mine?"

On the surface, you, Ming, are indifferent to this son, very indifferent, and very ruthless. In fact, all this time, you just want to inspire him and let him grow up in adversity!"

Meng Gulong suddenly slammed the table and said repeatedly: "You damn mouse, you have guessed this little bit of my thoughts, alas! This kid is born cowardly and has low self-esteem since he was a child. He has spent his whole life surrounded by all kinds of ridicule.

Yes, I really can’t think of any other way besides this method to make him more confident, alas!”

The old man who cared about his only son sighed again, drank another glass of wine, and continued: "All the workers who went to the mine this time have come back. How come he has no news at all? Does he really not want me as an old man?"

Are you daddy?"

It turns out that no one knew about the thrilling battle between Meng Fei and Wan Qi Xinling in the past, and it was never reported back to Shuijiang City. Therefore, the people here did not know the real reason why Meng Fei did not come back for so long.

Rumors spread for a while. Some people said that he had died in a mining accident.

Some people say that he committed suicide because he could not bear the contempt of the world.

What's more, they think that he ran away from home because he hated Mr. Meng's ruthlessness and indifference.

At this moment, the city lord of Shuijiang City smiled and said: "Mr. Meng, don't worry, your young master Meng is also a noble son of the Great China Dynasty and the son-in-law of the bloody murderer's house. What kind of status is this?

Who dares to harm him? Mr. Meng, today is your birthday. If you don’t say anything disappointing, come, I, the city lord, will give you a drink."

The city lord was raising his glass, and Tian Bumou, who was sitting in the middle, suddenly sneered and said slowly: "I think that Mr. Meng, although he is a noble son and has the Blood Killing Hou Mansion as his backer, he can be regarded as someone with some status.

However, it would be a joke to say that no one dares to touch him in the whole world.

Although he has the status of a noble's son, he is just the one who is at the bottom among all the nobles. Although he is the son-in-law recognized by the Blood Killing Marquis, it has not become a reality yet.

From someone in Tian's view, it seems that Mr. Meng's body has long been gone. If not, then where has he gone these days? Not even a shadow can be seen. How could a man as big as him get lost?

Is it done?"

With two white eyebrows, Meng Gulong suddenly stood up, slapped the table suddenly, stood up suddenly, and said in a deep voice: "Master Tianzhai, today you are congratulating me on my birthday. I thank you very much. Now that I have celebrated my birthday, I will also

I don’t dare to keep you here any longer, so please.”

He turned around and shouted: "Changhong, you see off my guest for me!"
Chapter completed!