Cao Youyun was so angry that he didn't want to speak, and he also knew that he couldn't talk to the cousin in front of him.
After saying nothing, he turned around, sat down behind the desk, and said coldly: "What you want to think is your business, I can't control it, but don't try to change me, I can't do anything to you now.
You can do to me whatever you want, but you should know what kind of person I am, I hold grudges very much."
Song Qingtang sneered: "Are you threatening me?"
"I have been threatened by you all night, so what if I threaten you again? Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps?" Cao Youyun said.
When these words came out of Cao Youyun's mouth, Song Qingtang really found it funny. After all, Cao Youyun was famous for hating the poor and loving the rich. He had always been aloof and arrogant, but now he called himself a commoner.
Song Qingtang put away the letter he threw and said: "You hold grudges very much, but you can't do anything to me. If you persist, I will tell your uncle about these things, and you may be driven back to Dingtao."
Oh, have you forgotten your Cao family’s Dingfeng Pavilion?”
Cao Youyun curled up his lips with a sneer and looked at the lantern over there: "Okay, Song Qingtang, you can say such things. People who don't know think that you and I have some kind of blood feud."
Dingfeng Pavilion is located in Cao's Dingtao mansion. It is not an ordinary pavilion. Once you enter Dingfeng Pavilion, you will never come out in your lifetime. Cao Youyun's third uncle is still in confinement there, waiting to die of old age.
"Okay, I won't talk to you about this anymore," Song Qingtang took a deep breath and said, "There is a sleeping place in the house over there. You can go in and sleep by yourself. I will ask my uncle to pick you up tomorrow, and I will tell you that you are hungover here.
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Cao Youyun looked cold and said nothing.
Song Qingtang looked at him, turned around and left.
Cao Youyun looked at the study door that was closed by him, feeling angry and gritting his teeth secretly.
Early the next morning, the Cao family came to pick up Cao Youyun.
Song Qingtang left the house earlier and went to Huangning West Street where Huiping Pawnshop is located.
He was sitting in the second-floor window of a shop opposite. His sight was relatively hidden, but he could see the opposite side clearly.
The pawn shop was open as usual, and there were many people coming and going. At midnight, there was even a long queue.
All the people coming in and out were waiters, but he didn't see the shopkeeper, or was the shopkeeper dressed just like the shopkeepers?
There was a gentle knock on the door, and Song Qingtang looked back: "Come in."
The subordinate opened the door and walked in, saying in a deep voice: "Master, there is nothing unusual in the backyard. There are almost no people walking around. However, it is strange to have a little beggar outside the door."
"Little beggar?"
"Yes, he stayed there for a long time. He seemed to pass by accidentally. He often looked towards the backyard, and occasionally he would go around the corner and come forward."
Song Qingtang raised his eyebrows, looked downstairs at the street, and said, "As you put it, I have seen a beggar sitting there."
"He is very alert. If someone looks at him a few times, he will leave."
"What about now, where are they?"
"Ran……"
Song Qingtang shook his head and said, "That's all."
"Why don't my subordinates go back and tell Liu Yan that if he sees this little beggar again, he will be caught?"
"Go." Song Qingtang said.
"Um."
The men left and the room became quiet again.
Song Qingtang raised his hand to pour a cup of tea, holding the cup at the pawnshop with a serious expression.
In a few days, Li Xun will lead his troops northward. Tomorrow he will start clearing the streets. Only the pawnshops can still be so busy.
He was really curious about who was sitting behind the pawn shop, who dared to gather a crowd at the emperor's feet, and at a time like this.
Thinking about what Cao Youyun said about the Dingguo Palace last night, Song Qingtang felt that this was the place that made him most uneasy.
Since ancient times, every military official must have a name, and once the name Dingguo Gongfu is established, he can attract a large number of heroes to gather. After all, Da Gan really can't stand up to the Xia family.
But because there is no one in the Dingguo Palace now, anyone can use this title. What monsters, ghosts, monsters, and monsters are there? Who knows what to do with the name Dingguo Gong.
What I fear most is that it will ruin the Qingming Festival of Duke Dingguo I.
Therefore, Song Qingtang must find out the person behind the pawn shop.
Unfortunately, this matter was related to Cao Youyun. He couldn't even tell anyone else, so he could only investigate behind his back.
At this time, a gorgeous carriage came and stopped nearby.
The little maid jumped out of the carriage, turned around and raised her hand, a slender hand held hers, and then a young woman got out of the carriage.
The woman was beautiful, with charming eyebrows and well-dressed clothes. When she got out of the car, Song Qingtang could tell at a glance that her right arm was injured.
After coming down, they adjusted their clothes briefly and then went in. Perhaps because of their clothes, those who were still queuing did not say anything to stop her.
Song Qingtang recalled it in his mind, but he had no impression.
The little maid helped Lin Qingfeng in, and the waiter came out to entertain her. The little maid directly called the shopkeeper by name and wanted to see the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper was happy and said, "My shopkeeper doesn't like to see people. If you have anything to do, just tell me."
"It's a big deal," Lin Qingfeng said with a smile, "it would be better to discuss it with your shopkeeper."
"If it's a business, you have to go outside and wait in line." The waiter stretched out his hand and said.
"It's a big deal," Lin Qingfeng said, "This business is done, we can each earn ten thousand taels."
"Hahaha..." The waiter laughed directly, stretched out his hand and said, "You'd better go outside and line up."
Lin Qingfeng sighed and said, "That's it, I'll have to find someone else."
"Okay, okay," the guy said.
"But in the future, if you, the shopkeeper, see that other companies have made a lot of money, and come to inquire about it, and find out that it was you who pushed this business out today, will you be able to afford the consequences then?" Lin Qingfeng said.
The waiter still smiled and said: "Please, please, our store is small and cannot accommodate the Big Buddha."
Lin Qingfeng's expression finally turned ugly, but he still gave him a generous gift and turned around to leave.
"It's so strange," the little maid couldn't help but said when she came out, "How could someone drive a big business out of the country?"
"Maybe you don't believe me that this is a big deal." Lin Qingfeng said calmly.
"Then they deserve to lose."
"Or maybe," Lin Qingfeng looked at the long queue over there and said, "They are not short of money at all."
This pawn shop is huge and has a lot of wealth. It's such a bad time. Other pawn shops have closed down early. They are the only ones who are still willing to open their doors and do business. The money they hold in their hands is flowing out in large quantities. There seems to be no fear that he will be shortchanged.
With such courage, how could he dare to do this without the support of mountains of gold and silver?
Lin Qingfeng raised his head and looked at the signboard above the pawn shop.
It would be great if I could own this store. With the money from this store, there is no need to worry about not being able to buy anything.
