Wen Sheng'an finally couldn't hold it in anymore and told the truth.

Who would have a problem with the Netherworld Escort Agency? Tie Zhan? Kuang Hongfei? No, no, no, it’s impossible. The Netherworld Envoy didn’t show up, so it couldn’t be them. Unless, unless that woman is also a member of the Netherworld Escort Agency!

"Chief Yin, there are at least fifty people who have not been found yet. According to the warrant from above, he doesn't have much time for us!"

When Qiao Lianshou heard this, his face was immediately filled with anger, and he used the strength of his palms to smash the bones in front of him into pieces, showing his strong skills and cruelty.

The errand on the side did not dare to say another word and continued to search with them.

After all his men left, Qiao Lianshou clenched his fists and his eyes turned red.

Jing Qian looked carefully and saw that Qiao Lianshou was not as weak as he had known before.

Suddenly, he kicked the thatched roof away several feet, his fists wrapped in a strange purple air, and he plunged into the dry well in front of him.

As Qiao Lianshou ran into the dry well, Wen Sheng'an was fascinated. He stretched his neck and half his head out, and exclaimed: "He is not a human being!"

"Shh!" Jingqian quickly pressed Wen Sheng'an down.

At this time, some strange noises were heard from time to time in the dry well, which seemed to be some unclean things.

But those subordinates were still immersed in searching in the distance, maybe this was a common thing in their eyes.

The flames on the other end gradually burned most of the cliff. With the light, the scholar subconsciously looked up and saw that the broken flag on the flagpole was blown up by the wind, with three large blood-red characters written on it: Fengjingzhong. !

"Seal the well tomb?", the scholar muttered, but he really didn't understand that since it was a well that was sealed, where did the word "mound" come from?

Seeing those people walking away, Wen Sheng'an sighed and sat by the flagpole and cried bitterly.

"Senior Wen?"

In Wen Sheng'an's disappointed sigh, some things could not be hidden after all. He hated this world, and he hated those mysterious people in black robes and cloaks.

Fengjingzhong, as early as thirty-one years ago, was a prosperous horse market, connected to Luoqiao Mountain to the east, the Western Region Trade Road to the north, and only separated from Min County by Yunpan Mountain.

At that time, it was known as the Huitong Station on the Tea-Horse Trade Road. It took advantage of all the advantages that the surrounding cities could not have. After more people from the Western Regions came and went for business, this place was affectionately called the "Da Ma Market" by those businessmen.

It is less than a hundred miles away from the ancient metropolis of Taozhou, where the prosperous tea and horse trade was, but the business of the Malaysian market has never lagged behind that of the tea and horse trade.

Occasionally, horse dealers who come from Dunhuang will first inspect the goods from the Malaysian market before they have the opportunity to enter various parts of the Central Plains.

The ancestors of the famous Xue family have all been stationed on this land, without exception, and the Malaysian market has since become a business place for them.

Later, young Wen Sheng'an also followed a group of young people out of Xikou. However, due to his poor family, his business career once again stopped in Guisui. By chance, he heard a businessman from the Western Regions talk about the Xue family, a great businessman in the northwest. , let him rekindle his confidence.

I closed the shop and took my family to the war-torn northwest.

The first thing I did when I arrived at Chama was to find out my roots and visit the Xue family, a big family at that time. The two brothers of the Xue family, the eldest was named Xue Feng and the second was named Xue Weiyan.

The first time he met Xue Feng was in the Malaysian market. Wen Sheng'an took his child under four years old to meet the famous businessman in the northwest in the crowded horse market.

The man with a face as silver as a plate and a muscular body in the middle of the horse market was deeply imprinted in Wen Sheng'an's mind.

Who would have expected that a seemingly rough man could support the entire northwest business field. After returning at night, Wen Sheng could not sleep for a long time. Early the next morning, he guarded the door of Xue Feng's teahouse in the Malaysian market.

forward.

After waiting for a whole morning, when Xue Feng came out, he was already asleep outside the door.

When he woke up again, a room with a decoration that was incompatible with the northwest came into view. Wen Sheng'an was so shocked that he sat up immediately, thinking that he had been sold as a slave to a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River.

Just as he was feeling anxious, the attendant outside opened the door and told him that Master Xue had invited him to come to the teahouse for a talk.

After hearing the news, Wen Sheng'an excitedly rushed to the teahouse and went to the teahouse in the private room on the second floor. Although the teahouse was very empty, as soon as the bead curtain was opened, the fragrance of Longjing came to his nostrils. Sitting inside was

It was the same person I saw in the horse market yesterday.

This meeting disappointed Wen Sheng'an, and his suspicion of Xue Feng's benevolence turned out to be a misunderstanding. During the dinner, Xue Feng did not look at Wen Sheng'an in the eyes, but just exchanged a few cold greetings and left immediately.

He repeatedly asked himself what he had done wrong, whether he had overestimated this famous businessman in the northwest, and he was not as kind-hearted as he thought.

Just as he was about to leave the teahouse with his head downcast, two strange-speaking Westerners suddenly rushed into the teahouse to discuss business. At this time, the attendants and guests in the teahouse all thought that Wen Sheng'an was Mr. Xue's newly hired shopkeeper.

Even the two Westerners thought that Wen Sheng'an, who was neatly dressed and dignified in appearance, was the owner of this place.

The two men from the Western Regions looked fierce and had no intention of letting Wen Shengan go just like that. However, he had no choice but to invite Xue Feng to the tea banquet.

His fluent Western culture won the favor of the two of them. At that time, a bad horse was worth fifty-five grains of silver in the market. Wen Sheng'an exchanged the price with five carts of tea bricks in exchange for twelve bad horses.

Afterwards, when the Xue family's accountant heard the news, he quickly reported the matter to Xue Feng, who was racing horses at the horse market. Xue Feng even put aside the horse racing and went to the tea house immediately.

As soon as Xue Feng showed up, Wen Sheng'an was so frightened that he blushed and sat in the corner of the tea house, not daring to say a word, thinking that this confusing transaction had really caused a big disaster.

Unexpectedly, Xue Feng changed his previous appearance and handed over the business of the tea house and the business of the Malaysian market to Wen Sheng'an. The reason why he appreciated him so much was because he took a fancy to Wen Sheng'an's boldness and smart business acumen in this transaction.

It wasn't until the next day that he realized that all of this was deliberately arranged by Xue Feng in order to find a receiver for the Malaysian market.

In this way, Xue Feng opened up an unprecedented business channel for Wen Sheng'an, which later became a sore spot for him.

The good times did not last long, and Luo Sang's rise instantly calmed down the world in the northwest, but since then, no news from the Xue family has been heard.

On the same dark night, a fire burned the Malaysian market to ashes. Even Wen Sheng'an's beloved son, who had just celebrated his fifth birthday, was involved in this ruthless fire.

He hated Luo Sang and the world, but his hatred was too late to extinguish the fire in the Malaysian market. In desperation and after learning from the pain, he chose to reconcile with the world and from now on he could only be a businessman with peace of mind and continue Xue Feng's vision.

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The second year after the ticket number was established, when he went to this land again, there was only desolation. The huge city gate was like a dead memory. The wind and sand were covered with plaques on the city gate. No one knew which one was there.
Chapter completed!