Chapter 82 Liu Sang: My liver hurts
The mudflats continued to drop, and the team sensed danger, so they moved back a certain distance.

"Let everyone pack up first. After Xiaoxie wakes up, we will go back to Wuzhou." Wu Erbai said to Erjing beside him.

"Got it, Second Master!" Er Jing nodded. "Just now when I went to check the situation, Liu Sang told me that he would return to Wuzhou in advance and take Wu Suowei with him. What do you think?"

"Okay, Xiao Xie's condition won't allow him to wake up in a short time. They have been in the underground palace for quite some time, let Kan Jian do it."

As soon as Wu Erbai's voice fell, Erjing immediately put on his waistcoat and rushed to the tent where Liu Sang lived.

Inside the tent, Wu Suowei and Liu Sang were smoking. The table was covered with cigarette ashes and there were several cigarette holes on the tablecloth.

Since it takes a long time to go into the tomb, everyone cannot see strong light, otherwise they will really go blind.

"Hey, Brother Wu. The reason I asked you to come here is because of this tattoo. I have already talked to my second uncle, and we will go back to Wuzhou first." Liu Sang, who was wearing headphones, burned the cigarette butt on the tablecloth.

"Are you really that anxious? I won't cheat you." Wu Suowei flicked the ash on the table as he spoke.

As they were chatting, Erjing opened the tent. He saw smoke filling the tent, an ashtray right next to it, and the tablecloth was full of holes from cigarettes.

Er Jing's face was solemn. These two people were really careless. If they continued to burn like this, I'm afraid the tent would be burned sooner or later.

"Kanjian, put out their cigarettes!" he gave the order.

The man standing behind him quickly snatched the cigarette from the two men's hands, put it in the ashtray, and then checked it again.

When the two saw Erjing coming, they simply greeted him.

Er Jing nodded, then turned to Liu Sang and said, "Second Master has agreed, and specifically asked us not to delay the progress of the work."

"I got it. The things are in my bag. You can take it back and let my second uncle take a look." Liu Sang stood up and picked up his backpack on the bed.

In his bag was the blueprint of the underground palace of the King of the South China Sea. This was something Wu Erbai had ordered.

However, time was tight and before the painting was completely completed, the army of human-handed shells invaded.

"Time is running out, so..."

Before Liu Sang finished speaking, Erjing deliberately glanced at Wu Suowei.

Then she interrupted him and said, "Okay, I got it. I'll return the bag to you when we get to Wuzhou. Kanjian, these two people are in your hands now."

After saying that, Erjing carried Liu Sang's backpack and walked out of the tent.

There was no need for everyone to think too much, as he must have taken the things in the bag and went to Wu Erbai to report immediately.

When Kanjian saw that the big boss had left and the only ones left were young people, his face looked better.

"Little Wu, Liu Sang, you can't smoke like this anymore. Didn't you see Uncle Jing's face? He's so angry about you that he's turned green!"

"What's the big deal? If he doesn't agree, let him come to me. There are so many rules, who can we blame?" Wu Suowei curled his lips.

"Little Angkor, you can't say that. We are all elders."

Although Erjing couldn't deal with Fatty Wang and Wu Suowei.

But if he wanted to deal with the staff of Wushanju and give Wu Xie some advice from time to time, that was still easy. Kanjian was frightened and waved his hands hurriedly.

"Okay, let's go quickly and talk on the way." Liu Sang didn't want to continue talking about this topic.

After all, Erjing is an old employee of Wu Erbai and has been with him for so many years, so Liu Sang cannot offend him easily.

After packing up their things roughly, the three of them got on the big jeep and headed towards Wuzhou.

Before leaving, he told Fatty to take good care of Wu Xie and then let him go to the trading location to close the market.

By the way, I gave him some porcelain and jade so that he could use them together.

The fat man thought about going back to Wuzhou with Wu Suowei and then going to Tangtang's place.

When they heard that Wu Suowei and Liu Sang were going back to Wuzhou first, they almost got angry with Liu Sang.

If Wu Suowei and Kan Jian and the others hadn't stopped them, the two would have started arguing again.

Not long after, Wu Suowei and his group returned to Wuzhou first.

The fat man himself went to the trading center and stood among a few people, who were the hosts of the opening ceremony.

The gamblers around hurriedly greeted him. They had sharp ears and eyes and had heard the news.

"Fatty, this time the opening bet is 10 to 1."

The employee in the middle looked at the fat man with a smile on his face. Everyone standing here was betting that everyone could come up, and they all made a small amount of money.

Some bet 10,000 and won 100,000. The fat man, as the biggest winner, won more than 2 million.

"Tsk tsk tsk, ten to one is too low." Fatty Wang smiled.

Low? Everyone looked at the fat man with a smile on their faces.

"You are right, Fatty. These odds are really too low!"

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That night, Kanjian was driving Daji on the highway, and the group was driving very fast.

"Liu Sang, please stop pushing me. Because of you, I didn't even get back the money I paid for the opening of the market."

The driver sat in the vest and complained while driving.

A few days ago, he also bet on the opening, for the safety of the boss, and bet on everyone to come out to this side.

Liu Sang was so anxious that he didn't even ask for the debt and rushed over in a hurry. He drove for five or six hours and only went less than halfway.

"Ding Dong, your Wuzhou Bank received a payment of 30,000 yuan." The phone rang, and Kanjian was startled. He immediately stepped on the brakes and took out his phone to check.

The change in the bank card is thirty thousand and fifty cents.

"Fuck, Fatty sent me the money, I sent it, I sent it!"

Kanjian slammed on the brakes, turned around immediately, and waved his cell phone in front of the two of them.

Thirty thousand yuan. Although he was an employee, he was actually just an apprentice at Wushanju.

The salary is not very high. After receiving the salary, apart from sending it home, he has no money left for spending. Thirty thousand yuan is enough for his consumption for a year.

When Kanjian turned around, he saw Liu Sang leaning forward with his face pressed against the front seat, while Wu Suowei next to him was looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Ah, nothing. I'm busy transferring money to my mother. Don't bother me if there's nothing else." After saying that, Kanjian parked the car on the side of the highway.

Liu Sang sat up straight, wiped the saliva that was hit by the car seat, his face full of bitterness.

Opening? Before going to the tomb, he also pawned it. He also pawned almost all his belongings, more than 200,000 yuan.

It was just that the fat man often bullied him, so in order to vent his anger, he bet that no one could come up. This time, he lost everything in one go.

The only thing he was thankful for was that he was still alive.

And with Wu Suo's suggestion, the compensation could be reduced, no more than 100,000 yuan.

While Kanjian was transferring money and Liu Sang was looking bitter, Wu Suowei, who was holding his bag, heard his cell phone ring.

"Ding Dong, your micro-income account is one million yuan."

One million? Kanjian was surprised. How could it be so much?
One million is enough for him to build a big house in his hometown in the countryside and then marry a wife.

How long has Wu Suowei been employed? Although his salary has increased, it is still lower than that of the old employees.

Even if Wu Shanju gave him special treatment, it would be impossible for him to earn tens of thousands of yuan a month.

Fatty Wang loves money so much that it is impossible for him to be offered a higher salary.

"One, one million? Where did you get that much money to bet?" Kanjian was speechless.

Liu Sang covered his chest with his hands. He lost, he lost, he lost a lot, if he really put all the money on everyone.

The money returned now is at least several million. I just thought that I only lost a few hundred thousand, but in fact I lost two or three million in an instant.

"Little Brother Wu, millions just passed me by." Liu Sang turned to look at Wu Suowei, his face full of death.

"Young man, besides, you only lost 100,000 yuan, while others lost millions. There will be plenty of opportunities to make money in the future. Come on, Ole Go!" Wu Suowei said with a raised corner of his mouth.

"No, no, don't disturb my rest, let me be sad alone for a while!" Liu Sang was thinking that he had already lost several million.

Seeing that Wu Suowei and Kan Jian didn't seem to care about him at all, Liu Sang simply leaned aside, holding his chest and sighing.

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Early in the morning, the three of them drove a big jeep to the scrap factory.

The vehicle stopped next to the artillery tower, and I sat on the waistcoat of the main waiting seat. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my body. I was so excited that I didn't sleep well last night.

"Maybe we've come to the wrong place. This place is obviously not a place for good people. We should go back after taking a look. It's too dangerous!"

He drove all the way here, and as soon as he came in, he felt as bad as Fatty Wang did. He didn't know how deep the abandoned factory building was.

Having been in the underworld for a long time, I can tell at first glance that this place is a good place for street fighting. I don't know if it's dangerous.

"No, this is the place. Let's go there together." Wu Suowei opened the car door, took a look at the surrounding environment and said.

"Okay then." Kanjian waited for Liu Sang to get out of the car, then parked the car and walked towards the tattoo shop together.

As he passed by, he gradually became alert, took out his slingshot, held it tightly in his hand, and arrived at the tattoo shop a moment later.

The explosive music was still so familiar to Wu Suowei, but it was different for Liu Sang who was not prepared at all.

Waves of noise hit his eardrums, and a feeling of nausea immediately rushed to his heart. He wanted to find a place to vomit.

Feeling that Liu Sang wanted to do something indecent, Wu Suowei immediately frowned and said, "Hold it or swallow it. She has a strange temper. If she gets angry, she may not help you."

"Such violent music at this early hour, my ears are deafened!"

The three of them walked into the tattoo shop, and the music became even more violent. Liu Sang, who had good hearing, looked ugly even with headphones on.

He was holding it in now, wanting to vomit, but not daring to. He was really uncomfortable holding it in, but he couldn't get angry when asking for help.

Wu Suowei shouted upwards, but there was no business from above and no one came down.

Perhaps she would make plans after seeing the situation clearly on the surveillance camera, and after a moment, the music disappeared.

This time she did not walk down in a leisurely manner like she did last time. Instead, she walked down slowly and at a leisurely pace.

"Little Wu, are you sure the master you are talking about is her?"

The man standing below looked at the master with a serious expression on his face.

How could there be a fool who can survive in the tomb-robbing world for so long?
His stupidity was only shown to his boss and colleagues at work. In the outside world, he was not stupid at all and immediately recognized the meaning of the tattoo on the master's arm.

Peony, the rich peony shows her identity. [space]
(End of this chapter)