Siheyuan: I am a trader in both worlds!

Chapter 450 Black Market
"Xu, Xu, Xu, Master Xu! You're Master Xu's colleague?! Then you..."

He was wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, asking incredulously.

Looking up, good heavens, he saw the thing that Ximen Lang had deliberately shown off, tucked into his waistband.

Startled, Wen San lost his balance and fell back under the table with a thud.

Manager Qi, feeling sorry for the man, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Wen San, watch out for my whole vat of wine!"

After a flurry of activity, Wen San's agitated emotions finally calmed down, and he was finally able to sit down in his chair peacefully.

But she still found it hard to believe, and couldn't help but ask Ximen Lang again in a low voice.

"No, Brother Lang, you really are... Master Xu's colleague? Master Xu is currently serving time in prison! His colleague... this..."

It's no wonder Wen San reacted this way; Xu Jingge's identity is far too sensitive!
To put it simply, he comes from the same background as the station chief and Yu Zecheng, and they are from the same background that has already been caught and brought to justice!
How could Wen San not feel apprehensive about this?

But since Ximen Lang has already stirred things up, it's not his style to just stop now.

Therefore, it is clear that Wen San has calmed down.

Ximen Lang continued to pretend to understand while feigning ignorance.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with my identity? I'm rich and powerful, isn't that great?"

Seeing that Ximen Lang was still basking in his new identity and couldn't hold back any longer, Wen San finally broke down completely.

"A few years ago, your status would have been quite advantageous; no one would have dared to mess with you on the street. But now, the bald-headed... no, the Chairman has retreated all the way to Taiwan. At this point, what's the point of having this status?"

She was genuinely afraid of getting involved with Ximen Lang, a huge troublemaker, so as not to be implicated by him in the future.

After being sobered up by Ximen Lang, Jiu didn't dare to stay with him for even a moment longer.

He quickly begged and pleaded with Ximen Lang to make a promise.

"Sir, my dear sir! I promise I won't tell a single word about what happened to you! Please let me go, my weak little arms and legs can't take this kind of torment!"

He hurriedly dropped the money for the meal and, as if nothing had happened, Wen San wanted to slip away.

Unfortunately, before Wen San could even get off the bench, Ximen Lang's expression changed drastically.

"Did I let you go?"

One sentence was enough to frighten Wen San into never mentioning leaving again.

He inadvertently revealed the thing at his waist to Wen San again, and suddenly seemed like a completely different person. Ximen Lang threatened him.

"Wen San, you've dealt with Xu Jingge before, so you should know how difficult it is for people like us to trust someone in the current situation!"

"I told you all the secrets that directly concerned my life and fortune, without holding anything back, and you just left like that. Tell me, if our roles were reversed, and you became me, what would you do?"

How to do?
What else can we do?
Of course, we should silence them before things are exposed!
Even a fool could tell that Wen San's fate wouldn't be good!
But the problem is
"I didn't intend to find out your identity; you told me yourself!"

"Haven't thought about it? How about I help you remember?"

Don't say it, you really don't say it.

Ximen Lang's deliberately feigned gloomy demeanor, combined with the dim environment of the tavern, actually gave him a certain imposing presence.

This immediately brought back Wen San's memories of the previous conversations.

It's true, I really did start this whole thing myself.

Wen San was so regretful that he wanted to slap himself a few times!

Wen San quickly begged for mercy.

"Sir, I truly had no idea you were who you were! If I had known earlier, you could have killed me, but I wouldn't have dared to utter a word!"

That scared Wen San half to death; if he got any more scared, he'd really wet his pants. Only then did Ximen Lang withdraw his supernatural powers and return to his previous sunny demeanor.

He acted as if nothing had happened and continued talking to Wen San, trying to comfort him.

"Don't worry, you're Xu Jingge's friend, so you're my friend too. As long as you don't tell anyone my identity, I won't do anything to you."

"Besides, I never intended for you to do anything for me. It's just that I'm too lonely and bored infiltrating here alone, and I wanted to find someone I could trust to chat with."

"So just relax, everything will be fine."

He then drank half a bottle of wine with Wen San, which finally brought back the effects of the alcohol that had just worn off in Wen San, and Wen San's courage gradually grew.

Thinking that Ximen Lang was a complete idiot, Wen San gritted his teeth and blurted out what he had been keeping to himself.

"I really don't understand what you're showing off for. If you really have some kind of important status, then dressing nicely is one thing."

"But you're a spy. A spy dressed like a human being, as if afraid that others won't recognize you, do you think you've caught some serious disease?"

Upon hearing this, Ximen Lang's face immediately darkened.

I thought, it’s like this anyway.

Let's just be frank and open about it.

Wen San's chatter started again.

"That's all? Don't be upset. To be honest, I've seen plenty of spies in my life. Whether they're from Japan or yours, I've seen them all!"

"No matter whose it is, none of them are as arrogant as you! What are you so tough about? What are you so tough about? Even the boss has been sent to Taiwan to grow sugarcane, what are you still so tough about?"

Good heavens, they turned the tables and even beat up Ximen Lang.

This made Ximen Lang feel disgusted.

However, considering that he was cursing bald people, and that he had never had a good impression of bald people, he was disappointed.

It has nothing to do with me.

So it wasn't really that awkward.

It can even become more and more addictive the more you listen to it.

He listened with great interest, fiddling with peanuts as he patiently listened.

Then, don’t say it, don’t say it.

Wen San's use of offensive and vulgar slang is truly exceptional.

They thoroughly and openly criticized the bald man's side, leaving Wen San speechless with their insults.

He then gradually stopped talking.

As Wen San delivered his scathing rebuke, night fell.

Ximen Lang was just wondering where to go that evening when he was about to ask if Wen San was a convenient place to go.

Upon smelling Wen San's stench of sweat, Ximen Lang immediately abandoned the idea.

Then, suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck.

Ximen Lang directly asked Wen San.

"Hey, by the way, Wen San. You've been around Beijing for so many years, you've got some connections. You should know about the black market, right?"

"To be honest, although I've been in Beijing for quite a while, I've never actually seen what the black market is like."

"Since you're a veteran of Beijing, how about we go check out the black market and see what it's all about?"

(End of this chapter)