False evidence

Chapter 442 Head-on Confrontation (7)

"Wang! Wang Wang!"

Shuanzhu suddenly cried out again, while retreating backwards into the house as if he had seen something terrifying.

Chen Zudao's ears perked up, he stood up, strode to the door, pushed the bolt aside with the back of his foot, and shouted:
"Who is coming?!"

He already had a loud voice, and this startled everyone outside the door, causing a series of strange noises.

There was a woman's scream, a man's low gasp, and a strange sound, like that of some animal, but I couldn't make out what it was.

Tong Xiangnan smiled and said, "The old man is both brave and resourceful. He's given us a show of force first, so we can skip the unnecessary words."

Wei Lan had been keeping her head down and silent for a while, but suddenly she maneuvered her wheelchair to the window, raised her hand, and threw something out.

But I didn't see her throw any actual object.

After making this move, she quickly maneuvered her wheelchair to Gu Haitao's side.

At the same time, Bian Yaoshuang, who had been silent and neither eating nor drinking, also got up and went to the other side of Gu Haitao.

Jiao Tong was mute, and at this moment he didn't make a sound at all, but like a ghost, he tiptoed to the ground and silently slipped behind the door.

Chen Zudao was facing outwards with his arms outstretched and his face contorted.

Jiao Tong was standing with his back against the wall, facing inwards.

We made eye contact, and he silently and quickly made a hand gesture to me.

I understood what he meant and nodded.

I thought to myself: This godson is even closer to someone's biological son. At this critical moment, he still hasn't forgotten to ask me to do my best to take care of his godfather, Chen Zudao.

"Who are you?" a man's voice asked from outside the door.

The other party clearly raised their voice, but they were probably quite frightened by Chen Zudao's giant presence and clearly lacked confidence.

Chen Zudao's response was extremely clever.

Because his body completely blocked the doorway, I couldn't see what was happening outside, but I saw him lower his head slightly, then raise it again, and say sternly:
"You're the little tiger's son, little tiger? To me, you look like a mangy cat!"

"Who...who are you?" the other person asked again, his voice trembling noticeably.

Chen Zudao stomped his foot angrily: "You bastard, your father calls me great-uncle, so who do you think I am?! I'm standing here, and you're standing here too, do you want me to slap you across the face?!"

He then said something that sounded like a dialect from the Sichuan-Yunnan region, but I didn't understand what it meant.

"I'm not at a loss."

Gu Haitao also heard this, and seemed to understand it. He muttered something under his breath and picked up a wine bottle from the table.

I was startled. What kind of demon has possessed this guy now?
Could it be that he wants to crack Chen Zudao's skull open?

To his surprise, Gu Haitao grabbed the wine bottle, bent his knees, and knelt down in front of Chen Zudao's back, saying, "Grandpa, your grandson is toasting you!"

Chen Zudao suddenly turned around, glanced down at him, and whispered as he walked back:

"Little tiger cub, you sure know how to seize an opportunity!"

Chen Zudao snatched the wine bottle that Gu Haitao was offering with both hands and drank it all in one gulp.

Because he gave up the door, I was able to see what was happening outside.

There was a man and a woman at the door. I recognized the woman; she was Zhang Xueli, Luo Yinsheng's daughter-in-law.

Although I have never met the man, I have met Luo Yinsheng in person. Judging from his appearance, his facial features are at least five-tenths similar to Luo Yinsheng's, yet he also inherited three-tenths of Ji Qiaomei's delicate features.

Gu Haitao remained kneeling before Chen Zudao, but turned his head away and sternly addressed the man and woman at the door:

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and kowtow to your great-grandfather!"

Zhang Xueli's shoulders visibly trembled, but she did not make any further moves.

The man trembled and then knelt down.

"Kowtowing! Kowtowing loudly!" Gu Haitao stood up instead, turned around and gestured to me, Tong Xiangnan, and the others, saying:
"This is my son. He took his mother's surname and his name is Jiabao, Ji Jiabao!"

As they were talking, footsteps could be heard again on the stairs.

Tang Xianzong peeked in from outside the door with a suspicious look on his face. He didn't say anything, but just looked at Gu Haitao with a questioning gaze.

Gu Haitao looked him in the eye and immediately repeated the dialect phrase Chen Zudao had just spoken.

Chen Zudao turned around and glanced sideways at Tang Xianzong, "You bastard, aren't you going to call me grandpa?"

I really couldn't understand what that sentence meant, but I saw Tang Xianzong exchange a glance with Gu Haitao, then suddenly walk past Ji Jiabao, enter the room, kneel down on both knees, call out "Godfather," and then slam his head hard on the floor.

Erpang shrugged at me and whispered, "We're doomed. If we acknowledge a bastard as our grandson, we'll become an old bastard ourselves... Ouch!"

Before he could finish muttering, Gao kicked him in the back of the leg.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Tang Xianzong straightened up, looked at Gu Haitao's face, and then called Chen Zudao "godfather" twice, while kowtowing twice.

At this moment, Jiao Tong was still pressed against the wall, hiding behind the door.

I watched as the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and there was a hint of smugness in his eyes.

I realized what was happening and turned my face to the side.

If you can't understand the dialect, you can't fully grasp the situation.

But I know very well why Jiao Tong has that expression.

He was Chen Zudao's adopted son. Gu Haitao and Tang Xianzong called Chen Zudao "Grandpa," which meant they were a generation younger than him.

This mute man also has an unkind side.

Ji Jiabao was probably really dumbfounded. When he saw Chen Zudao holding an empty wine bottle in one hand and staring at him with eyes like copper bells, he quickly kowtowed and called him "Grandpa".

This scene wasn't too abrupt.

First, Chen Zudao was extremely old and tall, like a giant god.

In addition, I personally think that he was mainly afraid that Chen Zudao would smash the bottle on his head.

Xiao Shen walked up to Gu Haitao, took his hand, looked up, and said in a childish voice:

"This room is too small, I want to go outside."

"I've been feeling suffocated for a long time!"

Chen Zudao responded, casually tossed the empty bottle behind him, and strode out.

He blocked the door again, and all that could be heard was a series of hurried footsteps outside.

That must have been sent by Ji Jiabao and Zhang Xueli, who were rushing downstairs.

Judging from Chen Zudao's posture, once he takes a step, he won't stop or retreat.

If you run even a little slower, you might get stepped on or kicked downstairs.

Compared to Chen Zudao's unbridled arrogance, Jiao Tong was more cautious. Only after hearing Chen Zudao's heavy footsteps on the stairs did he make a gesture to me again and quietly follow him out.

Only after hearing that these people had all gone downstairs did Tang Xianzong, who had been kneeling, stand up, brushing the dust off his legs as he walked towards Gu Haitao:
"Little Tiger, you're back! No... not you, but the real you, pushed back in a wheelchair..."

"Stop!" I raised my voice slightly.

Tang Xianzong was taken aback, but did not stop walking. "Who are you talking about..."

"Wang!"

Shuanzhu suddenly pounced on him, almost standing upright, with its two front legs on his chest, and bared its teeth and barked at him.

I looked coldly at Tang Xianzong and said in a low voice:
"Judging from your accent, you must be from Northwest China. You only studied in Sichuan and Yunnan for a few years, how can you understand the local dialect that I can't understand?"

(End of this chapter)