The two of them had a panoramic view of the scene by the lake in the Accord.
A smile appeared on Mrs. Qu's lips: "Just looking at their backs, they are really a match made in heaven."
Zhao Ning lowered his eyes and looked at the crimson-browed girl expressionlessly, listening to what Yi Qiu had said after he came back in the afternoon.
Mrs. Qu continued: "The shopkeeper's face is completely inconsistent with his figure. Such deportment and temperament are mostly produced by nobles and famous families with their money and wealth. It is not ruled out that there are imitators among the people, but when faced with a girl with crimson eyebrows, A man who walks neatly and without any trace of emotion is not a mortal man."
After a while of silence, Zhao Ning said: "He said he was in the timber business and kept it secret from me. It didn't matter to me, but I'm worried that he is from Song Zhiyi or Li Qian, or even from the Northern Yuan Dynasty."
"Then just ask directly," Mrs. Qu said, "This can't be careless."
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The banquet was held in Haizhai Hall, and the shopkeeper Yu and two of his men followed the people sent by Zhao Ning into the hall.
Yujing Restaurant is one of the largest restaurants under Mrs. Qu's name. Mrs. Qu loved gold the most, so the entire Haizhai Hall was splendid and dazzling.
There were eight banquet tables in the hall. Shopkeeper Yu sat at the Chunlan table. The Xiahe table next to him was empty, with only three people sitting there.
Shopkeeper Yu looked at them, and the three men who were talking stopped and looked at him in unison.
Shopkeeper Yu smiled slightly, humble and polite.
Wang Fengnian, Xu Yinjun, and Kang Jian nodded in return, looked away, and continued chatting.
Shopkeeper Yu looked at the others, looking at them one by one, but suddenly heard the three people at Xia He's table talking about the situation in Huazhou. Shopkeeper Yu immediately pricked up his ears and held his breath attentively.
A rather heavy woman sat down next to him at this moment, her butt pressing against the stool. Shopkeeper Yu quickly turned around to look.
Mrs. Qu's eyes were bright and she smiled: "Are you the shopkeeper Yu?"
Shopkeeper Yu looked at her calmly and said, "Who is Madam?"
"My surname is Qu, the boss of Yujing Restaurant." Mrs. Qu said with a smile.
"It turns out to be Mrs. Qu, disrespectful." Shopkeeper Yu clasped his fists.
"Haha, it doesn't have to be like this," Mrs. Qu raised her fingers, wearing two gold rings and an emerald ring on her fat right hand, covering the shopkeeper Yu's folded hands, "Shopkeeper Yu's hands don't look like they are making wood. A businessman, slender and powerful, like a man of literary skills."
While talking, Mrs. Qu's palms were caressing the shopkeeper's closed fists intentionally or unintentionally.
A burst of goosebumps suddenly ran from the soles of shopkeeper Yu's feet to his forehead.
He calmly lowered his hand, but Mrs. Qu said "Huh~" and held it again.
"Shopkeeper Yu, what kind of business are you doing, Jumu?" Mrs. Qu said softly.
Shopkeeper Yu's two men were standing not far away, dumbfounded when they saw this, but there was no signal from shopkeeper Yu, so they didn't know whether to go over or not.
Shopkeeper Yu tried hard to pull it out.
Mrs. Qu had a kind and harmless smile on her face, but the strength in her hands did not relax.
The two of them secretly competed for a while, and shopkeeper Yu used all his strength to force out a smile: "Yes, Mrs. Qu, beech wood."
"The skin on the back of shopkeeper Yu's hand is so silky and smooth." Mrs. Qu said hoarsely.
Shopkeeper Yu shouted for help in his heart, swallowed his saliva and said, "Mrs. Qu, are you going to ruin my Chinese timber business?"
"What?" Mrs. Qu said.
Shopkeeper Yu's voice was emotional: "Yu has been fond of wood since he was a child. He wants to be a carpenter and loves wood. He aims to travel all over the country and do all kinds of wood business. If Mrs. Qu makes Yu lose her integrity and Yu can't think about it and commits suicide, then the wood business will be reduced. He is a kind-hearted businessman who is full of enthusiasm and honest, but as one goes and the other goes up, the profiteer who is unkind and greedy for wealth has gained another influence. Madam Qu, are you sure you want to ruin the Chinese timber business?"
"..."
The three men at Xia He's table once again stopped communicating tacitly, and all turned to look at him.
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Mrs. Qu blinked her eyes.
He said this with a full expression, but everyone could tell that it was nonsense.
Shopkeeper Yu finally got rid of the "devil's claws" with great force, and said: "Mrs. Qu, where is Mrs. Zhao?"
Mrs. Qu sat upright, raised her hands to straighten her clothes, and said calmly: "She doesn't want to see you."
"Don't want to see me?"
"Isn't it just her who said you hate me?"
Shopkeeper Yu smiled: "Mrs. Qu is joking, Mrs. Zhao and I were chatting and laughing this afternoon, and it was Mrs. Zhao's men who led me here personally."
Mrs. Qu looked into his eyes: "Mrs. Zhao of Ning'an Building, everyone knows that she has an old wound on her lip. You must know it too, right?"
"I have heard about it, but how can a few flaws block the brilliance of Mrs. Zhao's body?"
"Because of this wound, she has been covering her face with gauze all year round, but what about you?" Mrs. Qu said, suddenly reaching out her hand and wiping away the scar on Shopkeeper Yu's face.
Shopkeeper Yu had quick eyes and quick hands and quickly grabbed her wrist. However, her wrist was too thick and he couldn't hold it tightly in his haste. His fingertips slipped and he let go.
Mrs. Qu's fingers swiped hard on his cheek, forcibly wiping away the makeup he had only applied half an hour ago.
"Oh," Mrs. Qu clicked her tongue and handed her thumb to shopkeeper Yu, "Look, let alone Zhao Ning, I'm going to be angry too."
At that moment, two of Shopkeeper Yu's men thought she was planning to murder the shopkeeper, so they rushed towards her without paying attention to Shopkeeper Yu's signal.
"Master!" the two shouted quickly.
The three men at Xia He's table immediately stood up, fearing what they might do to Mrs. Qu.
Finally, everyone turned their attention to Shopkeeper Yu, whose face was stained.
After a while, shopkeeper Yu raised his eyes and sighed quietly: "Alas."
The elegance and elegance of just now are completely gone.
"Huh?" Mrs. Qu smiled.
Shopkeeper Yu looked at her: "Business cannot be done without righteousness. Mrs. Qu, you tell me, why bother."
"Shopkeeper Yu, your real surname is Yu?"
Shopkeeper Yu was too lazy to pretend: "Yu's surname is Zhao."
"What a good surname, the same as Zhao Ning."
"Heh," Shopkeeper Yu smiled, "It's the same way of pronouncing and writing, but my Zhao is more noble than her."
"There are so many famous families with the surname Zhao in the world, but they are not in Shiwu County, Ningzhou. Where is the surname of shopkeeper Yu?"
"You don't want to do business with me, do you still want me to reply to you?" Shopkeeper Yu stood up, "Yu said goodbye."
"Stop." Mrs. Qu's voice was deep, not angry but powerful.
Shopkeeper Yu turned around and left without looking back.
Mrs. Qu slapped her plump hands on the table, and a large group of strong thugs appeared in all directions.
Shopkeeper Yu's two subordinates immediately glared angrily and pretended to defend their master.
Shopkeeper Yu stood up straight with his hands behind his back, showing no sign of timidity. He turned back to Mrs. Qu with a cold expression: "What, Mrs. Qu, is this the Hongmen Banquet hosted by you and Mrs. Zhao?"
"Sign up and you can still be friends." Mrs. Qu said loudly.
"What if not?" Shopkeeper Yu raised his eyebrows.
"Then there will be three more corpses outside the city tomorrow!"
