Meng Yong was so scared that his heart was about to stop beating by his pale feet. He opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but saw the person above his head making a "shhh", as if reminding him not to speak.

Meng Yong still asked in a trembling voice, "Are you... a human or a ghost?"

The man did not reply, but shook his feet. This action scared Meng Yong so much that he was about to faint.

However, before he fainted, he felt someone fiddling with the bun on his head. He wanted to look up, but he didn't dare to, so he had to stiffen his neck and move without even moving.

He felt that the "thing" who didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost had wrapped something into his bun, and he suspected it was the wool rope half in the pot.

"Don't move." A voice sounded in the corner of the house. Meng Yong shivered and the chair shook, which scared him so much that he almost peed his pants.

Looking at the sound, I could see nothing. All the oil lamps shine on themselves, and the rest was pitch black.

There was a rustling sound above his head, and he guessed that the pot above his head was shaking.

"Don't move," the voice in the corner of the room said again:

"Your chair has a shorter legs. If you move a little bigger, it will touch the oil pan on the top of your head. If the pan is turned over, the tung oil will pour on you, and there will be fire under your feet!"

Meng Yong was really afraid to move his neck with his thorns.

But since there was someone in the room, the "ghost" on the edge of his head was not too scary. Meng Yong swallowed his saliva and found that his mouth was so dry.

He asked, "Please... May I ask, which monster are you? No, which hero are you? Why did you bring me here? Where is this?"

The pale feet beside his head shook for a moment and disappeared.

"There are seven lamps under your feet," said the voice from the corner of the house.

Chu Yuan admired Meng Yong's fat face, half-light and half-dark, and the light shone under his feet, making his double chin look bigger.

After scaring Meng Yong, Shui Damao rushed to the beam of the house to rest, and then took back the rope that had just been hung on his shoulder.

Gan Lai and Xiaobao sat behind Chu Yuan and poked him, asking him to do the serious business as soon as possible.

Chu Yuan said, "If you think the most important thing is, if you say it wrong, just turn off your lamp. If all the lamps are turned off, you will die."

Meng Yong felt something soaking down the top of his head, and he felt it was his cold sweat.

Meng Yong: "I...I raised a foreign house last year..."

"Swish!" A lamp went out.

Meng Yong shivered for a moment, and the chair made a "bang", which scared him to sit upright so that his short-legged chair would not sway and would implicate the oil pan on his head.

He felt his neck also began to become sticky.

Meng Yong didn't know who the other party was, and wanted him to say something, so he tentatively said a "small mistake".

Generally speaking, men are least afraid of talking about "lifestyle issues". This is a "small mistake" for them, but the cost is the smallest. As for men, who doesn't steal a fishy fish?

But the lamp went out!

Then what should I say?

"I designed the shop on Lao Zhangtou on East Street to frame Huang, and finally got my name!" Meng Yong hurriedly said another "wrong".

He offended not many people, and if he offended, it would be a big house to offend him. He was just an "old playboy" who only cares about eating, drinking and having fun.

"Swish!" Another lamp went out.

The big water hair was on the beam of the house. I felt very hungry when I touched the melon seeds in my hand, but I couldn't eat them. I wanted to keep the lamps off to create an atmosphere.

Meng Yong was about to cry. The cost of "trial and error" was too high!

The back also began to get a little sticky, and the tung oil smelled even more in the breath.

Meng Yong was really crying, and he cried, "What do you want me to say? You ask questions! I will say whatever you ask!"

"Swish!" The third lamp also went out.

Meng Yong's crying came to an abrupt end, his lips trembled violently.

This won't work, this won't work!

What exactly should I say? Why don’t I remind you of the sound in the corner of the house?

Meng Yong tried to say: "Our second house does not have much cash, so we have to withdraw money from the public. There are several shops under my name. The coupon is in the stool beside the bed in my bedroom. If you turn it over, you can see the secret wall..."

The flame of the fourth lamp shook a few times but did not go out.

It seems that it is OK to say that money is related to it, but what is the matter with the shaking of the flame? I don’t like my own money?

"Big house, big house has money! They are the richest!" Meng Yong shouted in a hurry, staring at the oil lamp.

The oil lamp did not move this time, and the flames did not shake.

It seems that the money for a large house is useful!

"I don't know where the money for the big house is placed, but you can find out where our Meng family shop is just by asking about it..."

The flames began to shake again.

"The most profitable deal in big houses is jade, Vos jade!"

The flames swayed even harder.

"Our Meng family's business is really the most profitable Vos Yu!

Silk, tea, and sesame oil really don’t make much money!

Those are all trades that every family has, and silk is often exploited by weaving.

Only jade is monopolized by our Meng family. No other family can purchase a large amount of goods like ours! They can't afford to buy it!"

The flames are stable.

Meng Yong licked his lips. He wanted to swallow his saliva. The strong smell of tung oil made him sick, but he had no saliva and his mouth was very dry.

He continued, "Do you want jade? Let me tell you where... Our warehouse is in the northern suburbs of the city, and there are still many ununtied jades there...

If you don’t think it’s enough, then wait a little longer. In two days, my elder brother will go to Vos again. This time he will transport all the stored iron ingots and exchange them for a lot of jade!”

The white "ghost" suddenly fell from the sky and landed on the ground, raising the wick of an oil lamp a little higher, making the oil lamp brighter.

Then the white "ghost" flew away and disappeared.

Meng Yong shook even harder, even his teeth trembled, making a "show" sound.

That "ghost" is still nearby, staring at him!

It seems that talking about jade or iron ingots can make the oil lamp brighter and save your life!

The oil lamp at this time is like his "eternal lamp", indicating the length of his life.

Meng Yong closed his eyes and shouted like a bamboo tube pouring beans:

"Our family's iron ore is transported from Fuzhou Prefecture. There is an iron ore north of Fuzhou Prefecture. My elder brother's third son-in-law is there and he can help smuggle out a lot...

However, this year, the limelight is too tight. The Fuzhou magistrate has replaced people. It is probably not easy to get iron ingots. My elder brother said that he had to take action quickly, otherwise he would not have a chance to take action in the future...

Now the batch of iron ingots has been transported to a small ferry south of Songjiang Mansion, where our warehouse is located. When my elder brother has all the other goods, he will set off from there...

That small ferry is just south of Funan County. From there, board the boat, then pass by Chongyu Mansion, go ashore at Yibin Mansion, and then take the land to Xinlunzhou..."

After saying it in one breath, he opened his eyelids with a trembling slit: Oh my god! The oil lamp has not been turned off!

Meng Yong's temples were wet, but he didn't feel hot. Even though it was summer, he still felt cold and shouldn't have sweated.

He tilted his head to rub his sweat on his shoulders, but when he rubbed it, he realized that it was tung oil!


Chapter completed!