Master Jiu is dead.

As soon as the news spread, the entire sea market exploded. Although the official explanation was given, there was still a lot of discussion in the society and various speculations. Some people really doubted the authenticity of this "death together".

On the Internet, some people were digging into Master Jiu's past, and some were seriously talking about the "undercurrent" organization. Although it was basically a bunch of nonsense, they were also very clear and logical, as if they had seen it with their own eyes. Some people even doubted it in the end.

It’s Liu Yanbo’s fault. After all, there were many people present when he beat someone up in the Tianshui bar that night.

However, facts without evidence are actually just rumors.

When Liu Yanbo is free, he will also read gossip articles that deceive traffic. Although there are no photos or videos of him beating Xue Long that night on the Internet, and he did not mention his name, he still guessed the taxi that netizens said had recently enmity with Master Jiu.

The driver is yourself.

He didn't panic at all about this, just like all the people who eat melons, he would just read it casually as a story in his spare time and never take it to heart.

He is confident enough that even if everyone in the world suspects that he did it, as long as he does not take the initiative to admit it, no one will be able to find any evidence to break his current ordinary life.

It's noon again.

Liu Yanbo was sitting in the taxi, reading gossip articles on his phone, eating the two eggs he had put in his pocket in the morning, and smiling a little heartlessly as if nothing was wrong.

"Master, please take me to Huarong Community." A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. "Please hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"Okay." Liu Yanbo put away his phone, ate the last half of the egg in one gulp, took a sip of water and reminded: "Sir, please fasten your seat belt. The traffic police have been strict in checking recently."

"Oh! Okay." The man with glasses quickly fastened his seat belt and smiled politely: "I'm really sorry. I tend to forget things when I'm in a hurry. Don't be surprised, Master."

Since Liu Yanbo started driving a taxi, this was the first time he encountered such a polite passenger like the man with glasses. He couldn't help but take a second look -

Elegant and elegant, with a keen eye like a torch.

This is Liu Yanbo’s inner evaluation of the man with glasses.

"Sir, you are too polite." Liu Yanbo responded with a polite smile and started the car.

The traffic flow on the road was a bit heavy, and there were many traffic jams. Liu Yanbo was afraid that the bespectacled man would be impatient, so he turned on the music——

A big river has wide waves

The wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers on both sides of the bank

…

As soon as the music started a few lines, the man with glasses smiled and said, "Master, you're not very old at all. I didn't expect you to like listening to such classic old songs. It's rare."

Liu Yanbo smiled and said: "If you don't like it, sir, I will change it to another one."

"No need to change, it's good. It's comfortable to listen to such old songs." The man with glasses took out his mobile phone and didn't know what he saw. He took a deep breath and said in surprise after a while: "I didn't expect what happened last night.

It’s such a big deal!”

Liu Yanbo concentrated on driving and did not speak.

"Master, have you read the news?" The man with glasses whispered: "Last night, Huang Jiuye was killed."

The murder of Master Jiu was the headline in Haishi today, and it was constantly being pushed to the top of the Internet. Now it is well known to everyone on the street.

Liu Yanbo nodded and said calmly: "I was just watching the news in the car."

Eh~

The man with glasses must have seen the comments from netizens. He seemed to have discovered a new world. He was surprised and said: "The official has clearly given an explanation. Why are there still people who don't want to believe it? They even said that Huang Jiuye might be a taxi driver."

The driver killed him."

The man with glasses spoke very directly, as if he was discussing with a friend, without any regard for the fact that he was sitting in a taxi at this time.

After a slight pause, the man with glasses seemed thoughtful, glanced at Liu Yanbo intentionally or unintentionally, and continued: "But although there are more people talking nonsense on the Internet now, some of them are not necessarily groundless.

Someone really knows something hidden. Master, do you think I am right?"

"I don't know." Liu Yanbo shook his head. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the slight change in the bespectacled man's eyes. "Sir, you are so flattering to me! This is a major social event, for a small citizen like me

, just listen to this matter as a gossip story, how dare you express any opinions?"

Hearing Liu Yanbo's answer, the man with glasses seemed a little disappointed. He sighed slightly: "Master, there is no need to belittle yourself. Every generation has talents, and ordinary citizens will also have great wisdom. The great hermits are hidden in the city. Since ancient times, we have so many outstanding people in China."

Xian Ye is just a commoner, but they always change the direction of world affairs, and even determine the fate of this country."

Throughout the ages, there have been three religions and nine streams, hundreds of schools of thought, and many sages and heroes among them.

What the man with glasses said was true, but it was a bit inappropriate.

Two people who had never met before had such a long talk when they met for the first time. Fortunately, he met Liu Yanbo. If it had been anyone else, he would have probably regarded him as a lunatic.

Liu Yanbo nodded with a smile and said casually: "Then let me borrow Mr.'s good advice. I hope that one day I can also show my ambition."

Judging from Liu Yanbo's performance in the past three years, he is a person without great ambitions.

The reason why he said this was to tell the other party that this topic could be stopped.

Liu Yanbo didn't say it explicitly, but he knew that the man with glasses would understand.

The journey was not far, and after a sudden silence of more than ten minutes in the car, the car had stopped at the gate of Huarong Community.

"Thank you, Master." The man with glasses paid the money, and before getting off the bus, he suddenly turned around and said something incomprehensible: "I hope I can make friends with you, Master, next time we meet."

After that, regardless of whether Liu Yanbo agreed or not, the man with glasses got out of the car and walked into the community without looking back.

Liu Yanbo smiled and watched the man with glasses leave. Before he could think about it, the phone rang.

It's Bai Bin calling.

Liu Yanbo answered the phone and asked gently: "Master Bin, is something wrong?"

Bai Bin on the other end of the phone said "Yeah", but after a long time, he didn't say anything more.

Liu Yanbo did not rush him. He knew that Bai Bin had many things to ask. When facing his brother, he had enough patience to wait.

Bai Bin's breathing was a little loud, and you could feel his anxiety through the phone. He seemed to have thousands of words to say, but they were all blocked in his throat and unable to speak. In the end, they all turned into a simple greeting: "

Mr. Bo, how are you doing lately?"

"I'm pretty good." Liu Yanbo lowered the car window and slowly lit up a cigarette. "I can eat, sleep, run and jump. I don't fall asleep at work. I have wine, meat and people to wait on me when I get home from work. How can I compare to you?

The big-headed soldiers are much more at ease."

"That's good." Bai Bin chuckled and said, "You are still so capable and poor."

Liu Yanbo smiled and asked: "Is there anything else?"

"No." Bai Bin said, "I just wanted to call you and have a chat."

"Then just say whatever you want!"

"..."

The two of them bickered like this for more than ten minutes, and in the end they hung up the phone without talking about anything serious.

Liu Yanbo put away his mobile phone and turned his head to look at Huarong Community.

He knew what Bai Bin wanted to ask just now, and he also knew why the bespectacled man said that inexplicable thing when he left.

Liu Yanbo also knew that in the next few days, many people would come to him, either openly or secretly.
Chapter completed!