684: Three-Colored Carp_4 684: Three-Colored Carp_4 “I can afford it, I can afford it,” Old Yu said.
“Three days later, go to the Wang family to get it yourself.”
They still said this sentence.
Old Yu walked forward, clutching the fish basket tightly, as if holding onto his life, shaking his head and saying:
“Give me the Spirit Stone, and I will give you the fish.”
Manager Wang frowned, showing impatience.
“Damn, ungrateful!” A hulking man behind Manager Wang rushed forward and slapped Old Yu across the face.
Old Yu didn’t dare to fight back. His face now bore a bloody five-finger mark, and blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth, but he clung to the fish basket, refusing to let go.
His face, no longer smiling, only numb.
But there was still a glint in his eyes, as if this fish basket was the only hope in his life.
Manager Wang spat, “Damn old fool, it’s not like we’re not giving you the Spirit Stone, why be so stingy…”
He turned his head and commanded: “Take the fish, and if his hand is in the way, chop it off; if his body blocks, then slash it down, don’t delay the young master’s banquet…”
That disciple of the Wang family began to draw his blade.
Mo Hua’s eyes turned cold, very angry, he was about to smash the bowl at hand, but paused right before doing it.
The bowl in his hand was intact.
So, he picked a chipped bowl and smashed it to the ground!
“Bang!”
The people from Manager Wang’s group were startled and turned their heads, only then noticing there was a little cultivator in the courtyard.
Mo Hua slowly stood up, his head held high, putting on an arrogant and insolent expression.
“Where did this bunch of losers come from, daring to snatch this young master’s fish?”
Manager Wang’s face flushed with anger, but upon seeing Mo Hua’s modest clothes yet extraordinary demeanor, especially his arrogant look which could not be easily imitated unless one was truly a spoiled heir, he cupped his hands and asked:
“May I ask, young master, which family do you belong to?”
Mo Hua thought briefly, and assertively said:
“The Gu Family!”
Manager Wang’s gaze turned sharp, asking, “Which Gu family?”
Mo Hua snorted, “Short-sighted, how many Gu families are there in Qian State?”
Manager Wang, apprehensive, asked: “The Gu family from Qingzhou City?”
Mo Hua nodded, “Seems you this nitwit, have some knowledge.”
Manager Wang suddenly sneered, “Lying should at least be believable, I say it’s the Gu family from Qingzhou City, and you just admit to be from Qingzhou City’s Gu family?”
“A noble family’s son, isn’t each one usually surrounded by a retinue, not like you, traveling alone?”
Mo Hua disdainfully said: “How this young master conducts himself, do I need to explain it to you?”
Manager Wang’s gaze deepened.
Mo Hua didn’t waste words with him and rudely pointed at him, commanding: “Leave the fish and get lost!”
He remembered, arrogant sons of noble families always behave like this.
Bullying others, no need for explanations.
Manager Wang was somewhat uncertain.
This little devil’s background is unclear, logically, it’s best not to act rashly.
But if he doesn’t bring back the fish, how could he explain it to the young master?
Suddenly, Manager Wang conceived a plan, cupping his hands he said:
“May I dare ask the young master to tell his distinguished name, so that once the fish is given, it makes explaining back home easier.”
Mo Hua thought that made sense, so he said:
“My name is Gu…”
But he paused as the words reached his lips.
How is the generational naming of the Gu family structured?
Using the “long” generational name, wouldn’t that make me the same generation as Uncle Gu? Will I then have to call Uncle Gu as Brother Gu in the future?
Besides “long,” what other generational names are there?
Mo Hua was somewhat puzzled.
However, during this moment of doubt, Manager Wang deduced that Mo Hua was lying, he didn’t have the Gu surname, and might not even be from a noble family.
“This little liar! So daring! Seize him!”
Manager Wang ordered vehemently.