Ye Xian returned home in a desperate situation.

The two of them were driven out by Yuan Shou in a dusty face.

People have ordered the whole view to closure, so what can you do?

Ye Xian and Mo Lingyin walked out, but were unwilling to give up. So they walked around the neighborhood and took a few glances at Yuan Qing's courtyard, but the gate of the courtyard was closed tightly and there was no way to see what was inside.

When he returned to Weihan, Ye Xian kept complaining that the Taoist priest was really annoying, the star of the Death Gate.

As soon as he opened the door, Dunzi crawled into a bottle with a whoosh. Ye Xian said angrily: "Okay, why are you doing something bad when I'm not at home?"

"No, Dunzi is very good today." Chu Qi was talking to Dunzi.

Zhao Nan smiled and said, "This is called venting anger. You can tell at a glance that you have nothing to gain today."

Ye Xian rolled his eyes. If he admitted that he had not received any news, he would not have to be ridiculed by Zhao Nan and not wanted it. He pretended to be mysterious: "Yuan Qing has indeed something to do with that Taoist temple. That Taoist temple should be a branch of Wudang Mountain."

Zhao Nan's eyes flashed, full of smiles: "And what."

"Nothing to be told." Ye Xian finally remembered a diplomatic word.

"Haha." Zhao Nan laughed out loud, and Ye Xian glared at him fiercely. Zhao Nan knew that Ye Xian must have encountered difficulties and stopped hitting her. He asked everyone to sit around and talk about today's situation. It turned out that the task of the Qixi Dynasty was to guard the phone, pretending to be Zhao Nan's assistant. It was almost noon that the phone rang. The Qixi Dynasty answered the voice of a woman, and that voice had already been heard from Beike, who would meet all requests. It was Mrs. Bao.

"Hello, ma'am, who are you looking for?" He looked serious in the seventh day of junior high school.

"I'll find that gentleman from Hong Kong, oh, what kind of foreign company Mr. Li Long?"

"You look for Mr. John. He has gone out. I can tell me if I have anything to do. I am Mr. John's assistant, and my name is William."

On the Qi of Chu, he deliberately used accents and imitated the accents of the Indian San. Zhao Nan, who was sitting on the side, waved his thumb at him: Not bad, well done.

"I told a lie that day. Actually, I know Xue Qing and I know where he is now."

Mrs. Bao on the other end of the phone seemed to have made a lot of decision.

"So, leave me a phone number, and I'll ask Mr. John to reply to you when he comes back."

This is Zhao Nan’s teaching, we should pretend to be nothing and let Mrs. Bao put aside her guard.

Mrs. Bao hesitated for a moment. She probably felt it was a bit difficult for the gentleman to take the initiative to find him, so she said, "Then at 2:30 in the afternoon, I was waiting for the gentleman from the foreign company in the Blue Cafe in Xiafei Road. I think the commission he received when he found Mr. Xueqing must be different from the commission he received when he donated a large amount of property, right?"

The seventh day of the lunar month hurriedly called, haha: "Of course, the more money, the better."

He didn't know what commission meant, but he just listened to Mrs. Bao's meaning, and it seemed that the two were different, but he didn't expect that he was right.

At 2:30, Zhao Nan walked into the cafe with his briefcase. As soon as he entered, he saw a hand waving in the corner.

Zhao Nan walked over and nodded and said, "Hello, Mrs. Bao."

After sitting down, Mrs. Bao looked around and lowered her voice: "Mr. Li, I know where Xueqing is."

Zhao Nan deliberately pretended to be very surprised: "You know, why didn't you say it before? I told you all the characteristics. God knows that you were not looking for a fake one for me."

Mrs. Bao was stunned for a moment, her eyes turned red: "Mr. Li, you also knew that Xueqing lived in our Qinghe?"

Zhao Nan nodded.

"That's it. Why don't so many people in our alley know that this person is there? Because Xue Qing never called this name when she was trapped in Qinghe, and everyone called him Mr. Bao."

Zhao Nan was really stunned and murmured: "Mr. Bao, is it yours?"

Mrs. Bao nodded: "So Mr. Li, do you know why I only know his name? His real name is Bao Xueqing. In fact, he is not Chinese, but from a distant place, South America or a small island in North America. The people on that island are all black and short." As he said that, he took out a handkerchief bag from his bag, opened it and it was a piece of paper with Bao Xueqing and Qin Huimei's name, which was a marriage certificate.

Zhao Nan got his marriage certificate, looked carefully and nodded.

"Yes, that old man mentioned this in his document. He talked with Mr. Xueqing during his later voyage and heard him talk about some experiences." Zhao Nan was not sure how much Mrs. Bao knew about Xueqing, so he said it was vague.

"This is all right. I am Bao Xueqing's wife. You should give me this money, right?" Mrs. Bao looked at Zhao Nan with a look of expectation.

"Sorry, Mrs. Bao, according to the old man's will, the money can only be handed over to Mr. Xueqing in person. No one else has any right to take it away. Please ask Mr. Xueqing to contact me."

Zhao Nan stood up and nodded very politely: "The coffee money has been paid, please feel free to do it."

He said that and turned around and left.

Mrs. Bao immediately stood up: "It's not okay if you are a wife? Isn't your wife heir?"

"I'm sorry, please understand."

Zhao Nanmu did not look sideways and walked straight out.

Chu Qi, who was hiding in the dark, saw Mrs. Bao sitting down angrily, picked up the coffee and drank it all, her face full of anger.

"It's really too much. Everyone is dead. Where can I find it? Do you have to force me to find someone?" Mrs. Bao put down the coffee cup heavily and then cursed, "Hong Kong people are so stingy. They don't invite anyone to eat cakes and just drink a cup of coffee. They are so bitter and irritating."

As he said that, he got up, twisted his waist and walked out angrily.

Chu Qi followed outside, waved his friends across the road, and quickly changed their clothes when no one paid attention. Chu Qi turned into a small newspaper boy again, holding the newspaper in his arms, shouting: "Selling newspapers and newspapers." She followed Mrs. Bao after a few steps. She waved a rickshaw on the street, and Chu Qi followed behind her. She saw Mrs. Bao turning into a small courtyard next to the Taoist temple. After a while, she came out. When she came out, her expression was obviously much more relaxed, and she smiled, as if all the problems were solved.

"I guess she found someone who pretended to be Xue Qing."

After Zhao Nan finished talking about these things, he finally made a judgment.

"Okay, then you can take the firewood from the bottom of the pot and force her to tell the truth about Xue Qing."

Ye Xian nodded, Mo Lingyin sighed and said, "Mr. Zhao Nan, you are so lucky. Mrs. Bao takes the initiative to come to the door, we..."

"We are lucky, but everything is in the control of the scope."

Ye Xian said with a smile, under the table, he pinched Mo Lingyin's hand fiercely.

On the seventh day of the lunar calendar, he said: "Miss Ye, what are you doing when you pinch me?"

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Chapter completed!