The sun rises as usual, shining light, but still cannot see through some darkness.

South of Shuoyang City.

If the west of the city is a civilian area, then the south of the city is an entertainment area, various shops, restaurants, gambling houses, flower streets, storytellers, opera singers, tricks, and performing arts on the street...

As long as you want, you will have everything here.

Therefore, here, there are three religions and all kinds of dragons and snakes, which are the best soil for the breeding of various darkness.

Huale Street.

Jiang Ping walked in with a fat sheep dress and swaggered.

There are people coming and going on the streets, and there are many small stalls along the street. Jiangping walks and stops and watches the excitement and wonders.

As we walked, a young man with a strong rogue temperament came towards him, staring at Jiang Ping, and showing a grim smile on his face.

"What do you want to do?"

Jiang Ping's copy of the young master was very scared, you don't want to come over.

But unexpectedly, the young man was even more nervous than him, and he paused, looking like his hands and feet were soft.

"My master, young master, don't yell, I didn't want to do anything to you?"

Jiang Ping was surprised. He pretended to be such a big fat sheep just to prepare for these gangsters. Why didn’t he feel that it was wrong?

"Then why are you running over?"

The young man rubbed his hands and showed a pleasing smile:

"I just looked at the young master, so I wanted to come over and ask if the young master came here to have fun?"

Jiang Ping looks strange:

"Why do you have to do with me if I am having fun?"

"I'm familiar with this place. If you want to find anything, I can lead the way for you."

The young man replied.

Jiang Ping suddenly smiled:

"You lead me, I'm afraid you're going to take me into the wolf's den, right?"

"I dare not, but I dare not say that!"

The young man shook his head and said:

"This is the territory of the Ghost Face Gang. What they hate the most is the people who break the rules. If I dare to be unfavorable to the young master, I will not see the sun tomorrow.

So the young master can rest assured that as long as he is here, he doesn’t have to worry about his own safety.”

"Oh? There are also such a gang that is so rude."

“Yes.”

The youth also look strange:

"Young Master doesn't know that in the past, in order to grab territory, more than a dozen corpses had to be dragged out here every night.

During the day, many young ladies and young men disappeared from time to time, but these things have never happened since the Ghost Face Gang came.

Everyone fought less, but they paid more money. I led the way for the young master. When they arrived at their shop, they would also give me some benefits."

Jiang Ping originally wanted to catch a few small fish and get in touch with local local snakes, but now that he has encountered such a gang that is in charge of rules, there are some things he doesn't have to do.

He said, "I don't want to have fun. I want to find someone. Can you help me find it?"

The young man patted his chest and said, "Not to mention being a living person, even a chicken with a name, I can find it for the young master."

Are you driving with me?

However, seeing the young man's serious appearance, Jiang Ping held back this problem.

"Well, find a place to talk."

The two entered a teahouse.

In front of the teahouse, a storyteller saliva flew everywhere, telling the story of the rise of an old-fashioned young man.

"May I have your name?"

Jiang Ping poured a cup of tea for the young man.

The young man quickly caught it with both hands: "My name is Qiu Ba, and the young master can call me Xiao Ba."

Jiang Ping also poured a cup of tea himself: "Xiao Ba, I want to find someone, what are your ways?"

Qiu Bahui said: "That depends on who the young master is looking for? Different people have different prices?"

"Oh? Are there any rules here?"

Qiu Ba said with some emotion: "People have high prices, so the prices are naturally different. How can a small commoner compare with a noble person like a young master?

If the young master asked me to find a thief, I wouldn't have collected money from looking for a carpenter."

“That’s right.”

Without further investigation, Jiang Ping said directly: "The person I am looking for is really a carpenter. As for what his name is, I don't know.

But I know he is a cripple, and he is a left-handed."

Qiu Ba's heart moved, but he smiled on his face:

"I wonder what price the young master is going to pay?"

Jiang Ping replied: "How much do you want?"

“So what is the price?”

Qiu Ba stretched out five fingers.

"Five...Ten taels, yes."

Jiang Ping took out a silver leaf:

"This is a deposit of five taels. I will pay you the last number after finding someone."

Qiu Ba took a deep breath. In fact, he only wanted to say five taels of silver, because he knew the person he was looking for, and five taels of silver could be said to be a waste of money.

Jiang Ping had known Qiu Ba's psychological price for a long time, but he deliberately increased it ten times.

No other meaning, rich!

The justification was that he saw that Qiu Ba in front of him seemed very familiar with the person he was looking for, so he dared to bid directly without even considering it.

He left an impression of a high-cook in his mind, and maybe it would have unexpected results.

If the person in front of him dares to raise the price, he will have his own means to rectify it.

Qiu Ba touched the silver leaf in his hand, then bit it again, and finally confirmed that he was not dreaming.

Five taels of silver!

He is timid and dares not fight with others, so he can't make a lot of money.

I always serve as a guide for others and only earn about three or five taels a month, and I have to give my superiors filial piety, otherwise it would not be his turn to work on this street.

Now I just earned five taels!

"Boss, check out!"

Qiu Bayi shouted loudly, his face flushed red, which was so excited that he was overwhelmed.

"Young Master, I know where that person is, just come with me."

Qiu Baxiong was proud, as if he saw the remaining forty-five silver waving to him.

Jiang Ping nodded calmly.

...

"Laoqiu, Laoqiu, someone is coming to you!"

Qiu Ba first put down his rolled-up sleeves to cover the Qinglong tattoo on his arm, then cleaned his hair, showed a sunny smile, and pushed open the yard door very skillfully.

As soon as Jiang Ping came in, he saw a large wooden statue in the middle of the yard. It was a Buddha statue, but it was only half carved, half on the left and no right on the right. It was as if someone cut the Buddha into half with a knife.

"Little bastard, you still know there is a home here! Ahem..."

As a cough came, a limping little old man walked out of the house.

"You gave birth to the little bastard, I'm the little bastard, you're the turtle."

Qiu Ba replied with a smile.

"Little bastard, I...well, there are still customers?"

The little old man turned back and returned to the house.

"Little bastard, you bring the guests into the house, I'll cook a pot of water and make tea."

Qiu Ba said to Jiang Ping:

"Young Master doesn't know. I usually bring people back, but Lao Qiu has no good expression at all. Unexpectedly, when the young master comes, he takes the initiative to make tea. As expected, the young master still has a great face.

By the way, young master, is he the one you are looking for?"

Jiang Ping nodded, with a happier look on his face. He looked at Qiu Ba, an ordinary gangster young man next to him, and sighed inexplicably.

The son of Qiu Daoyu, the left-handed magic knife, turned out to be a little hooligan, who dares to believe it?
Chapter completed!