Chapter 117 Does It Have Anything to Do with Me?

When he heard that there was no need to spend money, Old Patch's old face turned into chrysanthemums, but he still asked cautiously, "Can you tell me what it is?"

"Actually, there are two things." I stretched out my index finger and said with a smile: "The first thing is because yesterday, in order to save your niece, all my clothes were burned."

"You want equipment?" Old Patch interrupted me: "I have the equipment you want, but they are not high-end goods."

"I don't want your equipment, I'm here to take away my things." I shook my head solemnly.

"Your stuff?" Old Patch was very puzzled and looked at me in confusion.

"Hey, you must have forgotten, right? I asked you to help me build a set of breastplates." I added: "Using the skin of the ghost-faced spider I gave you."

"Ah" Old Patch's expression suddenly became very exaggerated, and then returned to its original state, but his exaggerated expression for a moment was deeply caught in my eyes.

"Ah? Could this guy have hacked my equipment?" I was shocked and asked hurriedly: "I said, expert, you probably didn't sell my breastplate without permission."

"How could that be?" Old Patch's expression became extremely angry, like a roaring mouse: "Do I look like that person?"

I looked at him expressionlessly and said seriously: "Like."

"What you said is so true." Old Patch pointed at me, unable to say a word.

"Okay, just pretend you haven't sold it." I stretched out my hand and asked, "Where's the breastplate?"

"That, that. Hehehe, you sit down first and I'll pour you a cup of tea." Old Patch's expression changed faster than flipping through a book.

"Hehehehe, I said, expert, don't do this, tell me clearly, what happened to my breastplate?" With a snap, my left foot stepped hard on the stool, and my left arm rested on the stool. On the raised knees, there was a fierce look on his face.

"This." Old Patch kept rubbing his hands with an idiotic smile on his face.

"Uncle, what happened? Why is it so noisy?"

A slightly muffled female voice came out, followed by the sound of kicking slippers.

I heard this voice just yesterday. It was Old Patch's niece, Mi Lulu!

"Mi Lulu, why did you come out?" Old Pachi looked nervous and wanted to go up to me, but he turned around and looked at my half-smiling expression, and still stopped.

However, his hands kept rubbing back and forth, which was a sign that something was wrong in his heart.

Mi Lulu stepped on her slippers, rubbed her eyes, and staggered out, looking like she had not woken up at all.

She first raised her head and looked at me, then turned back and murmured: There are guests.

Before she even took two steps, her petite body stopped there. Then, she turned around suddenly, with a look of surprise and joy on her face: "Is it Mr. An Xiaoyi?"

"Hey, morning." I stretched out my hand and greeted her with a smile.

Mi Lulu raised her eyes and looked at the wall clock: "It's late, it's already noon."

She looked at me: "Are you here to discuss business with my uncle?"

"Yes, Mr. An Xiaoyi and I are discussing business," Lao Paqi said hurriedly: "You have nothing to do here, just go into the house quickly."

"Oh" Mi Lulu responded, turned around and entered the house.

My half-smiling expression became even thicker, and I suddenly lifted up Old Patch's collar and said with a ferocious expression: "Expert, can you tell me now what is going on?"

"Hey, don't get excited, don't get excited. If you have something to say, say it well. If you have something to say, say it slowly~"

Letting go of Old Patch's collar, I gritted my teeth and said, "Tell me, I'll give you a minute to explain. If you can't explain it clearly, I'll tell your niece about it."

"No, don't," Old Patch hurriedly stopped him, "I said, I said it's not okay."

"Actually, that breastplate of yours."

"Boss, boss!"

Two impudent voices came from the door, interrupting Old Patch's next words.

I frowned and looked around, only to see three people walking in from the gate. The leader was a thin man wearing silk satin, not tall, with an arrogant and domineering expression on his face. Behind him were two burly men with fierce looks. , at first glance, he is the material to be used as a thug.

After entering the house, the short and thin man walked straight to Patch without even looking at me, and said with a fierce look on his face: "Old man, is it time to pay the debt you owe?"

"Check, Mr. Charles, can you give me two more days of grace?" Old Patch smiled and begged: "Look, didn't you just take that thing to pay off the debt?"

"You mean that breastplate?" Charles pinched his goatee and snorted, "That breastplate is a pretty good thing."

Old Patch nodded repeatedly, with eager anticipation in his eyes.

"But" Charles changed the topic: "But it's not worth the money you owe me. That's five hundred gold coins!"

"Master Charles, you can't do this," Old Patch said tremblingly: "I only borrowed five gold coins from you at the beginning. I still pay them back, so why did it become five hundred?"

"It's true that you borrowed five gold coins from me," Charles said at the counter, "but there is interest. The remaining four hundred and ninety-five gold coins are the interest!"

He glared and said arrogantly: "Why, are you dissatisfied with anything?"

"No, no." Old Patch shrank into a ball, lowered his head, and replied solemnly: "How dare you."

"Hey, interrupt me." I stepped forward, pressed my elbows on the counter, and tilted my chin, and said, "Expert, did you use my breastplate to pay for it?"

"Ah, yes, I'm sorry." Old Patch lowered his head even further.

"Forget it," I sighed and shook my head: "But, let me tell you, expert, you must have some bad habits, otherwise why would you need so many gold coins?"

"No, no," Old Patch's voice became weaker.

"Boy, who are you? Don't you know that I, Mr. Charles, shouldn't interrupt when I'm talking?" Charles said with a sullen look on his face, "Are you looking for a beating?"

I turned my head, frowned slightly, looked at Charles up and down, and said, "Then it's okay for you to come in and interrupt me?"

"Good boy, I'm crazy about you, do you know who I am, Charles?" Charles stared, cocking his neck like a fighting cock: "Do you know what will happen if you offend me, Charles, in Airey City? "

I had no expression on my face and picked my ears: "I don't know."

"But" I pulled out my finger and blew it out of habit: "Does it have anything to do with me?"