It's still that private room, and it's still that group of people.

Hong Anque was still sitting on the chair, but his face was no longer as full of energy as before, and instead of the gloomy and frustration.

"It's over...it's all!"

Manager Qiu was spread out on a wide chair, beads of sweat as big as beans kept sliding down from his forehead, and his face was covered with sweat. As for the others, they were not much better. They fell one by one, looking at the bustling crowd outside the window, looking like their parents were dull.

After a long time, Hong Anque whispered: "Uncle Hong, how much money do we have in our hands?"

Hong Qiang, who stood beside Hong Anque with his hands down, whispered: "Young Master, just now the person below reported that the silver we have in our hands is only more than 600 taels."

"It's more than six hundred taels, not much." Hong Anque smiled bitterly.

More than 600 taels of silver, if it were from the perspective of ordinary people, it would have been a considerable "huge sum". Ordinary people would have to spend at least half their lives to save so much money. But for Hong Anque and the people in the room, this amount of money was not enough for them to redeem the red card of Mingyuelou.

After calming down, Hong Anque turned his head and asked Hong Qiang, "Uncle Hong, can the family come up with more money? Even if it's tens of thousands of taels, it's fine."

Hong Qiang smiled bitterly: "Young Master, in order to raise money these days, the master has sold a lot of his family's industries, and he really can't raise money."

Although he had known this result, Hong Anque still turned to Manager Qiu and others unwillingly and said, "What about you, how much more money can you raise?"

"us?"

Manager Qiu pointed at himself weakly, and a heart-wrenching smile appeared on his pale face. He asked without answering: "Just the day before yesterday, Lao Qiu, I have bet all my shop to others. Do you think I still have money?"

Hong Anque frowned. If it were normal, if Manager Hong dared to talk to him in this tone, he would have made people look good to him, but now he would have been no longer in the mood to care about it.

Thinking of the whole white hair of his father Hong Futong and the empty silver treasury in his home, his heart clenched his lips like a knife, so that he didn't know if his teeth bit his lips.

I don’t know how long it took, Hong Anque suddenly stood up and whispered: “Everyone, we have lost this battle. Let’s go back first, let’s get together another day and discuss how to deal with the aftermath.”

After saying that, Hong Anque was about to walk out of the room.

"no!"

Just as Hong Anque walked to the door, Manager Qiu, who was originally lying on the chair, suddenly jumped up and stepped forward and grabbed his arm and shouted: "Young Master Hong, you can't leave!"

"Um!"

Hong Ange, who was suddenly grabbed by his arm, had anger flashed in his eyes, and his unhappy eyes swept on Manager Qiu's face, "Shopkeeper Qiu, for your first offense, if you let go of your hand now, I will not care about you, otherwise..."

Although Hong Anque didn't say anything below, everyone understood what he meant.

"What else?" Manager Qiu laughed terrified and said loudly: "Young Master Hong, your Hong family gathered us here and said that the market would be suspended. We agreed. Anyway, this is not the first time we have done this. At best, the government will compromise in three or five days. But this time it is different. It's fine. It's just a few days off anyway. It's just a few days off. Just think it's a rest.

But then you said that you took us to buy goods and defeated the Royal Trading Company of the Ming Dynasty. We did it too. Who told you that the Hong family was the dominant of Xiamen? But now that our money has been invested in this bottomless pit, you said that we lost, and you patted your butt and wanted to leave. Have you ever thought about what we should do?"

"You..." Hong Anque didn't expect that Manager Qiu, who had always been timid, would be tough for a while, and even dared to question him in public.

A hint of green air flashed across Hong Anque's face, and his eyes became sharp. He just said lightly: "Let go!"

"Don't let it go...unless you give us an explanation!"

"Excuse me... OK... I will give you an explanation!" Hong Anque smiled instead of anger.

"Bang..."

Only a crisp sound was heard, and a bright red slap appeared on the fat left face of Manager Qiu.

Hong Anque sneered: "How is it, this is enough explanation!"

"You... you actually hit me!" Manager Qiu covered his face and looked at Hong Anque in disbelief. He seemed to be unable to believe that the third son of the Hong family, who had always been elegant, actually hit someone in public.

"I'm the idiot who has no rank and inferiority!" Since he had already taken action, Hong Anque simply raised his hand and slapped him again.

Only with a "bang" sound was heard, and there was a slap mark on Manager Qiu's right face, and the two sides were symmetrical.

"you……"

Manager Qiu felt a flame surge in his mind from his heart. He lost his mind and suddenly let out a strange scream, hugging Hong Anque with both hands, hugged Hong Anque and rushed forward.

"Dong..."

Only a dull sound was heard, and Hong Anque was thrown to the ground heavily.

You should know that Manager Qiu is a fat man of nearly 200 kilograms. How could Hong Anque, a pampered young man, be able to withstand such weight? He only felt that his eyes were dark when he landed on the back of his head. Then a severe pain spread from the back of his head to the whole body. Then he rolled his eyes and fainted.

It was not until this time that everyone realized. First, Hong Qiang took the lead and reported it first. He stepped forward and grabbed Manager Qiu's collar and tried hard. Manager Qiu was actually lifted up by him. Then Hong Qiang swung it casually. Manager Qiu took a few steps back and hit the wall. Then he bounced out again, his legs became weak, and he actually knelt on the ground with a thud.

After doing all this, Hong Qiang ignored Manager Qiu. He quickly walked to Hong Anque, stretched out his finger and tapped his nose. After feeling the breath, he pinched his people a few times. Only then did Hong Anque wake up.

After Hong Anque woke up, his eyes turned a few times, then turned his neck. When the severe pain in the back of his head came, he immediately recalled what he had just happened.

Hong Anque, who had never been beaten since he was a child, immediately turned red. Looking at Manager Qiu who was stuck on the ground and still couldn't stand up, his eyes showed a horrific hostility.

He glanced around, rushed to the door, picked up the door bolt as thick as an adult's arm against the wall and smashed it immediately at Manager Qiu's head.

"Bang!"

Manager Qiu, who had no time to hide, fell to the ground without saying a word, but Hong Anque refused to give up, raised the door bolt and smashed it with all his strength.

One...two...three...

Seeing Hong Anque, who had always shown his elegance, showing weakness, wielding the door bolt and smashing Manager Qiu desperately, everyone around was shocked, and they wanted to dissuade him, but they didn't have the courage.

However, Hong Anque was a weak scholar after all. After dancing with the door bolt weighing more than ten pounds, he smashed it with all his strength several times, and his whole body was exhausted.

After all his strength was exhausted, Hong Anque threw away the door bolt in his hand, stood beside him with his waist and gasped. But next to him, Manager Qiu, who was lying on the ground, was motionless, and a large pool of scarlet blood kept flowing out of his head, forming a large pool of blood.

It was not until this time that a shopkeeper who was always with Manager Qiu came forward and walked up to the shopkeeper with fear and squatted down and looked in front of his nose, then exclaimed.

"Not good... Lao Qiu is out of anger!"

"What... Lao Qiu is out of anger!"

When everyone heard this, they could no longer care about anything else and surrounded him. A shopkeeper who was a little versatile in medical skills put two fingers on the wrist of Manager Qiu. After a while, he shook his head with a serious expression and said sadly: "Old Qiu is gone!"

"What... Lao Qiu is really leaving?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this and looked at Qiu Disheng one by one, with a look of horror in their eyes. This was a life, and they were beaten to death by Hong Anque on the spot. The matter was a big deal.

It was not until this time that Hong Anque, who had just come out of his anger, realized the seriousness of the matter. You should know that the one he killed just now was not ordinary people or the country mud legs they called untouchables, but a shopkeeper of a market.

Well, a shopkeeper may not be in Hong Anque's eyes on weekdays, but in this environment, things are not that simple. You should know that in order to respond to the call of the Hong family, these shopkeepers have all their wealth this time to support them in competing with the Royal Ming Dynasty Trading Company. Now, it would be fine if the money is spent, and even people will be beaten to death by themselves. If this matter is worn out, the Hong family's reputation will be stinking. Who else dares to do business with the Hong family in the future?

When Hong Anque thought of this, he felt nervous. Although the Hong family seemed to be domineering and unscrupulous in Xiamen, in fact, the children of their big families have been educated since childhood and cannot do anything.

For example, those mud legs in the countryside and ordinary people naturally step on them whenever they want to, and they can also bully those merchants in small businesses, but people like Manager Qiu who are dedicated to following them cannot be treated like this.

As the saying goes, a hero has three gangs, a fence and three stakes. The business world is like a pyramid. Although the Hong family is standing at the top of the pyramid, the shopkeeper Qiu and others are the middle-level foundations that support the Hong family. If they lose the support of these foundations, no matter how awesome the Hong family is, they will only end up with a sudden collapse. This is like the emperor's truth, even if he is nominally powerful, but without the support of civil and military officials below, the emperor is just a puppet.

"Nonsense... It's really nonsense! This young master just hit him twice. How could he die so easily if he is so big? He is so brave. He even touches me. If you wait, I will never forget it like this."

Hong Anque trotted out of the door while cursing. Hong Qiang, who had been protecting him, looked at Hong Anque and looked at everyone again. He originally wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back when he was at his mouth. After sighing softly, he disappeared at the door...

After Hong Anque left, everyone looked at the body of Manager Qiu lying on the ground, and a feeling of sadness filled everyone's hearts.

After a long time, a thin middle-aged man slammed the table and said hatefully: "The Hong family is too bullying. Lao Qiu has plagiarized all his shop to others in order to help him. Now that the money has been lost, he even beaten to death. This matter must not be done like this!"

A shopkeeper looked at the thin man and sighed, "Lao Ge, we know that you have a good relationship with Lao Qiu, but you have seen it. This is the self-righteous hand of Mr. Hong. What can we do with him? Just by how many of us can still fight the Hong family?"

The shopkeeper named Ge gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I know that if we tied up a piece of it half a month ago, we wouldn't be able to move half of the hair, but don't you know what the Xiamen Mansion is now? The Hong family is arrogant and attempted to do the right thing for the Marquis of Jiangning. Now most of their property has become those piles of lost goods, and offended Marquis of Jiangning and Lord Xia. It's hard to say how many days the Hong family can exist. What we have to do now is just a push. Don't you want to recover some losses?"

When they thought of the money they had invested in any bottomless pit that they could not see these days, the faces of the people present twitched. This was the property they had earned after struggling for most of their lives, but they had almost lost all in just half a month. They had the desire to die. This is also the reason why Manager Qiu suddenly became irritable just now, and he was beaten to death by him in a conflict with Hong Anque.

A shopkeeper slapped his thighs suddenly: "Damn, since the Hong family is not kind, don't blame us for being unrighteous. Lao Ge, what do you think you should do?"

"Lao Qiu is the lesson of the past. We can never fight such a ruthless person again!"

For a moment, the people in the room were filled with righteous indignation, and they started to discuss it in words and words...

Hong Anque naturally didn't know that after he left, the shopkeepers who were originally bowing in front of him were discussing how to deal with him.

He was panicked and rushed back to Hong Mansion in fear. However, as soon as he got off the car at the door, he saw seven or eight carriages parked outside the gate. Small flags were still in front of the carriages, and dozens of burly and strong men were standing at the door looking at him.

Hong Anque asked Hong Qiang, who was following him in confusion, and asked, "Uncle Hong, do you know who these people are?"

Hong Qiang glanced quickly on these carriages and whispered in a solemn expression: "Look at the flags on the carriage, these people should be big merchants from Jiangsu and Zhejiang."

"From Jiangsu and Zhejiang?" Hong Anque couldn't help but feel nervous when he heard this...
Chapter completed!