You Are Not the Only Rich Chapter 2

The secret guard led the strong man up the stairs, and the diners around him gave him sympathetic looks. What kind of unlucky luck is this? He doesn't come to cause trouble on weekdays, but only comes when Palace Master Qin and Master Shen are around. Life is like a coffee table.
In the private room, Asher was peeling pine nuts for Oliver. The secret guard said outside the door, "Palace Master, the person has been brought here."
"Open your mouth." Asher gathered a handful of pine nuts and handed them over.
Oliver lowered his head and ate obediently.
The soft lips rubbed against his palm, and Asher felt a little itchy, so he leaned over and k!ssed him on the face.
"Don't make trouble." Oliver pushed him away, "There are people waiting outside."
"What do you think it is?" Asher asked him.
"How would I know that?" Oliver thought for a moment and said, "From what he said earlier, maybe someone named Huang stole his things?"
"Same as I thought." Asher nodded with satisfaction, "If we all guess correctly, then we will celebrate tonight."
"Why?" Shen Xiao was angry and scolded, "Don't think of excuses to do that kind of thing all the time. As a hero, shouldn't you be a little less greedy? That's why the Demon Cult will be debauched all day long!"
Asher said fluently, "Because we have a good understanding."
Oliver:...
"It's a happy decision." Asher pinched his cheek, then said to the door, "Come in."
During this period of time, the strong man had been indoctrinated countless times by the secret guards outside the door: "My palace master has a very bad temper", "My palace master kills without blinking an eye", "My palace master is cold and dazzling", "My palace master is a bloodthirsty maniac" "Devil" and other concepts, so I was very frightened. When I entered the door, I stopped and walked, and even my knees felt weak. The secret guard following behind made his teeth hurt. He took three steps forward and took two steps back, and the Northeastern Yangko dance was not as good as yours.
"Hurry up!" the secret guard urged.
Since he couldn't escape anyway, the sturdy man took a deep breath and finally pushed the door open tremblingly.
According to the previous description of the secret guard, he thought he was about to see a murderous bandit leader, but to his surprise, the scene in the private room was very different from what he imagined.
A young man in white was sitting at the table, with a handsome face and a calm temperament, holding a teacup and looking at him; next to him sat a man in black, who was slowly peeling pine nuts, without much expression on his face, but making people feel depressed for no reason.
"What's your name?" Seeing that Asher didn't speak for a long time, Oliver had no choice but to ask.
Just say that my wife is a good wife! The secret guard immediately applauded wildly in his heart. Not only does he have soft little hands, but he can also manage accounts and help judge bad guys. The palace owner is really lucky.
The strong man hesitated for less than three seconds when the secret guard behind him began to draw his sword, so he had to say, "My name is Bruce Tietou."
Ironhead Third? Oliver glanced at Asher, and seeing that he still had no reaction, he asked again, "What are you doing in the teahouse?"
"I'm here to look for someone." Bruce chose his words carefully, "I'm sorry for bumping into you by accident, I hope you can forgive me."
"Who is that man surnamed Huang? What did he take from you? And why did you find this place?" Asher put down the pine nuts in his hand and looked up at him.
"This is my personal matter." Bruce cupped his fists and said, "Please be kind enough to let me go."
"You speak Chinese well." Asher asked, "Which tribe in the north are you from?"
Bruce frowned, "Brother, what do you mean? I don't understand."
"You are not from the Central Plains, and you are probably not even from Chu." Asher stood up, walked up to him and stared at him coldly, "Do you know what the consequences will be if a foreign country sneaks into the territory of the Great Chu without permission?"
The secret guard raised his hand actively and said, "Behead!"
It’s great that I answered another question correctly. I wonder if my salary will increase next month.
"Do you recognize me?" Bruce was no longer in the mood to pay attention to the secret guard, and looked at Asher warily.
Asher laughed, "You really know how to flatter yourself."
Oliver:...
Don't beat around the bush and be narcissistic at a time like this!
"That means I don't speak Chinese well?" Bruce continued to ask.
Asher shook his head, "There are no flaws. I must have spent a lot of time practicing."
"Then how did you see it?" Bruce was unwilling to give in.
Asher said lightly, "Because you don't recognize me."
...
Bruce had a complicated expression and it was obvious that he found this answer extremely difficult to accept.
The secret guards looked at him with sympathy. Not only did he not recognize my Palace Master, but he didn't even recognize my wife. This was simply unforgivable. He deserved to be dragged away and beaten up.
"I will tell you clearly what I am asking you, and I can consider letting you go." Asher sat back at the table, "Otherwise, I will have no choice but to destroy your martial arts and hand it over to the government to deal with it according to law."
Upon hearing this, Bruce's face turned pale and he didn't say anything for a long time.
Asher didn't urge him. He lowered his head and blew away the hot tea in Oliver's cup to cool it down.
The secret guard's eyes were filled with tears. He could see the palace master and his wife showing their affection every day while on duty.
The atmosphere fell into a cold state again. Just when Oliver was about to find something to say, Bruce suddenly roared to the sky, then turned around and ran out.
Then in the next second, he was tripped to the ground by the whip of the secret guard, which was a very miserable thing.
The diners outside covered their chests in fear and watched him being dragged back by the secret guards.
Don't howl for nothing, it's scary.
Because the voice was so earth-shattering, Oliver was also startled and poured all the hot tea in his hand onto his clothes. Fortunately, it wasn't too hot anymore and I wasn't injured.
But even so, Asher's face was still gloomy. The air in the room was solemn, and the secret guards worked together to kick the strong man forward to show that "this person yelled randomly, so the lady was frightened and it really has nothing to do with us." This was very clever.
"I'll give you one last chance." Asher said in a cold tone, "If you play tricks again, I'll chop you up."
Ironhead Third:...
Just now they said they would send him to the authorities, how come it turned into a lynching in the blink of an eye.
"One." Asher squatted in front of him, "Two."
The secret guard is scratching his head, you should hurry up and say, the palace master treats you well, okay? There are one and two, he has always treated us directly, but he is cold and ruthless!
"I want to find a man named Huang Taixian." Bruce finally compromised.
"Wong Tai Sin?" Oliver was stunned when he heard this.
"Have you heard of it?" Asher asked him.
"...It doesn't count." Oliver was a little embarrassed, "When Mr. Zhang from the kitchen celebrated his fiftieth birthday, I invited a juggling class to go up to the mountain. There was a storyteller in there who talked about Wong Tai Sin."
"Tell me about it." Asher sat next to him.
"They are all just hearsay, each one is more exaggerated than the last." Oliver said, "I didn't listen carefully, but I remember that he was very popular in the past two years. He claimed to be the reincarnation of a Gobi sand fox, who could call the wind and rain, turn beans into soldiers, and even give birth to a son."
Asher's mouth curled up, "This Huang Daxian is really nosy."
"Bah, he's just a liar." Bruce said angrily, "He's smooth-talking and finally stole my king's treasure."
"King?" Asher frowned slightly, "Which king?"
"I'm going to say it, can you let me go?" Bruce looked at him, "I never thought of offending the Great Chu, I just wanted to take back what belonged to my king."
Asher nodded, "I can consider it."
"That won't work." Bruce shook his head, "You Han people are very cunning in your words. You have to guarantee it."
"It depends on whether what you said is true or not." Asher said calmly, "But you are not qualified to negotiate terms with me. There are two ways, either answer my question or die. You have to choose."
The other party was obviously an unreasonable person, and he couldn't beat him, so Bruce had to compromise and said, "I am the palace guard of the Qijue Kingdom."
Asher nodded, "As expected." Ever since Chu Yuan, the emperor of Chu State, personally conquered the northwest a few years ago, the various tribes that were originally scattered in the desert have been unified and managed by the Chu State's feudal officials, and they have always been peaceful. The Qijue Kingdom is a small country at the junction of Mobei and the Rakshasa Kingdom. Since it did not participate in the rebellion at the beginning, it was small in size and had always been honest, Chu Yuan did not take it seriously.
"What about Wong Tai Sin?" Oliver asked.
"He is one of your Han people." Bruce said, "Half years ago, my king went on a hunting tour and shot an arrow at a sand fox from a distance, but it was Wong Tai Sin who fell."
Oliver:...
Why does such a magical plot appear?
"We rode over from a distance, all thinking of picking up the fox." Bruce continued, "So we were all shocked when we saw him. Strangely enough, even though he was covered in blood, he still stood up and laughed calmly, and easily pulled the arrow out of his chest without showing any pain at all."
"Then you believe that he is a real immortal?" Oliver couldn't laugh or cry.
Bruce said angrily, "My king treated him with courtesy. He was brought into the palace to eat and drink well every day. He even arranged for dancers and singers. Originally, he promised to turn three thousand barbaric deserts into a desert for my king." Oasis paradise, but who would have thought that after recuperating for more than half a year, he would run away silently on a rainy night and take away my king's Biquan Seal! "
"Baby?" Asher asked.
"Of course." Bruce nodded, "The Biquan Seal is a treasure passed down by our ancestors. Legend has it that if it meets the right person, it can make the desert gush out clear springs and grow lush grass and wheat fields everywhere."
"It sounds interesting." Asher touched his chin.
"You want to help?" Oliver asked. Actually, if you think about it carefully, this country is unlucky. Not only is it named Qi Jue, but its national treasure was stolen for no apparent reason. It was so hard to send someone to look for it, but they were beaten up again. It was really tragic.
"How did you get here?" Asher asked. The distance between the northwest and southwest is long, and if there were no clues, it would not have been possible to get here.
As a result, Bruce said seriously, "Of course it is because of the guidance of the Great God Biquan that I came all the way here."
Oliver held his forehead.
It turned out to be such a weird reason to do it for a long time.
Let’s just say that feudal superstition is a trap for people...