Chapter 17 It's Settled

Jiang Cheng also pretended to sit up straight, saying very formally, "Since that's the case, then I will also represent the Wang family elders and express my stance. This matter is settled."

This time, Fatty was also anxious. He didn't expect the doctor to be so improper. "What's settled? How is it settled? I object! The girl doesn't like me, and I have no interest in her. You... you can't just match us up randomly!"

After a while, Fatty worried that he had spoken too bluntly, so he tried to salvage the situation. "I don't care, but Miss Yujiao is still a virgin. Don't talk nonsense."

Fatty's words came entirely from the heart, but the speaker didn't intend for them to be taken seriously, while the listener did. Wu Yujiao didn't expect the Wang family's young master in front of her, who looked rough and burly, to be such a meticulous person. Furthermore, her performance just now was indeed inappropriate, and he didn't hold it against her.

After dinner, Jiang Cheng found an inn that was still open and temporarily settled Wu Yujiao and her mother in the inn, while also leaving them some loose silver.

On the way back, without the mother and daughter, Fatty spoke much more directly, angrily saying, "I say, is Wu Yujiao's father even a man? Selling his daughter, then his wife. And you still gave him money? If you ask me, we should have given him a good beating, then taken them away. If he dared to say a word against it, I'd beat him again!"

Clenching his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, Fatty's physique and fighting ability gave him the confidence to say such things. He couldn't help but get angry when he thought of the man's face.

"Don't worry about him. Bad people will be dealt with by worse people. His end... will be ugly." Jiang Cheng seemed to foresee something in advance, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Fatty knew that the doctor must have set a trap for the man, and his expression became wonderful. "Doctor, did you do something bad again? I knew it had to be you! Tell me about it."

Knowing that Fatty's adjectives of praise were different from normal people's, Jiang Cheng was used to it and didn't bother to argue with him, instead pointing out, "If you were him, and suddenly got such a large sum of money, where would you go?"

Fatty stroked his chin. "The casino! That man is an old gambling addict. He will definitely go there to continue gambling."

"That's right. He will use the silver we gave him to continue betting, but a few of the ingots I gave him are imprinted with the Marquis's Mansion mark. Daring to use the Marquis's Mansion's silver in the casino, he probably won't even know how he died."

Fatty nodded, but then seemed to think of something, and slapped his thigh. "Not good, Doctor! Although this can deal with the man, if the people in the casino take the silver ingots with the Marquis's Mansion mark to the Marquis's Mansion, wouldn't our whereabouts also be exposed?"

Jiang Cheng looked at Fatty with a slightly appreciative gaze and couldn't help but nod. "Your idea is good, but have you ever thought about whether the people in the casino will really report to the Marquis's Mansion after receiving the silver?"

Fatty frowned. He admitted that he couldn't keep up with the doctor's train of thought.

"Places like casinos are often shady to begin with. Why would they provoke the people of the Marquis's Mansion for no reason? Are they tired of living? They can't hide fast enough."

"Moreover, what can they gain by going? They would only hand over these silver ingots to the Marquis's Mansion for nothing, and might even be subjected to torture and interrogation."

"If I were them, what would I do? I would grind off the mark on the back of the silver ingot, then imperceptibly cut the silver ingot into small pieces, and finally spend it."

"Of course, before that, I still have the most important thing to do." Jiang Cheng deliberately paused at this point, then turned his head and smiled at Fatty.

"They will deal with the man who brought the silver, and make him shut up forever." Fatty said with lingering fear. Compared with so much silver and the cheap life of a man from the slums, it was easy to make a choice.

"So, bad people will be dealt with by worse people. Someone will come forward to clean him up for us, and I think that even if the man can save his life, he will never dare to talk nonsense again in this life, or maybe his tongue will be cut off."

Mentioning the man's imminent situation, Jiang Cheng's words were full of ease and happiness. Fatty also hated the man's actions very much.

Before returning to the Marquis's Mansion, Jiang Cheng found a quiet place and briefly explained a few words to Fatty, teaching him what to say and what not to say when he went back. At the same time, he was worried that memory problems would occur again, so he took out the paper from his arms, unfolded it, and concisely recorded today's events.

People's memories can deceive people, but the information on paper will not. This is the most direct way Jiang Cheng could think of. Although it is currently impossible to determine the source of the memory disorder, Lu Qin and Shao Tong, it is better to be prepared. Whether it is Lu Qin, Shao Tong, or the ghosts in the mission, in short, something is indeed affecting their memories, and it is collective.

After a whole day of busy work, when they returned to the Marquis's Mansion, the sky had already darkened. Passing through a series of narrow and winding corridors, they returned to that Yin residence.

Pushing open the door of the room, many people inside were busy.

Fatty looked at the large pile of things in front of him and suddenly had an ominous premonition. He saw bamboo strips, candles, and paper ingots on the ground. The most terrifying thing was that Li Bai was still cutting white paper with scissors. The white paper was very, very large, looked relatively rough, and was somewhat brittle. And it seemed that Li Bai actually wanted to make a piece of clothing out of white paper!

Beside Li Bai were already several semi-finished products, as well as two cans of red and green paint. Fatty immediately thought of the paper figures burned during tomb sweeping.

In his impression, paper figures were painted with scary makeup, then wore red clothes and green pants, and a melon-shaped hat on their heads. The memories evoked by these things had too great an impact on him.

That's not all. Zhang Qi and Tang Qisheng were cooperating with each other, one weaving bamboo strips, using various tools to make the bamboo strips into a huge frame, and the other using crushed paste to paste large white paper onto the frame. Gradually, Fatty also saw some clues. This already had the prototype of a bridge.

But... but building a paper bridge in the room, what was this for?

The paper bridge looked like the real thing, but in fact, it couldn't bear much weight at all. Walking on it was definitely out of the question, but walking for ghosts was probably about right. At the same time as this thought popped out, Fatty was severely frightened. All the preparations in the room seemed to be related to summoning ghosts, but why didn't he and the doctor receive any news?

Zhu Jie was responsible for folding paper ingots and candles and was almost done with his work at the moment. Zhu Jie walked over, first glanced at Fatty a few times, then shifted his gaze and nodded to Jiang Cheng, "Everything is being prepared. Don't worry. It's just that those two haven't come back yet."

"Lu Qin and Shao Tong still haven't returned?" Jiang Cheng frowned, turned his head, and looked out the window. It was almost dark.