After coming out of the house, the three people hurriedly asked the officials about the style of this "branch master".
The little official who led them here had a very soft voice and briefly introduced to them the financial resources and connections of this "branch master".
"It seems that it has nothing to do with this branch master," one of his subordinates said. "That young man's clothes don't look like a rich man."
"It's impossible at all," the clerk said. "This lieutenant just came yesterday. In the past two days, he has been followed by a group of people wherever he goes. They are all very powerful."
Several people walked outside while talking.
As soon as they left, the "Northwestern" men who were arrogantly showing off in the room immediately stopped holding their arms.
Ji Xiahe also picked up the tea and went to the inner room. He would be extremely busy in the next two days.
The entire Mingtai County government was looking for Zhili everywhere. In fact, he hadn't gone anywhere in the past few days, and he didn't deliberately hide his identity.
He just sat in the Sihai Tea House, drinking tea and listening to books.
The Sihai Teahouse is neither big nor small, quiet and elegant. The decoration in the store is simple and exquisite, and the owner's extraordinary taste can be seen in every detail at the entrance.
The teahouse was chosen by the old man. As soon as Zhili left and went to Zhuzhou, the old man sent a letter and the big boss behind the teahouse immediately made arrangements.
Since then, the entire teahouse has been looking forward to the arrival of the old man's two apprentices.
Now that we are separated, we don’t need to think about anything else. There are people taking care of everything inside and outside.
After hearing it from the teahouse owner, Zhili found out that the person he beat up that day was Qian Xutian's ninth son.
Qian Xutian's sixth son, Qian Yuandeng, was killed by his senior sister.
At present, Li Ju and Qian Xu Tianding are aware of Qian Ri'an's beating, and the shopkeeper is curious as to how they will react.
Zhili was curious as to why the senior sister killed Qian Yuandeng but left Mu Tingyu alive.
He and the shopkeeper were sitting across from each other, each holding their cheeks, each confused.
A respectful greeting from the waiter interrupted their thoughts and they looked at each other at the same time.
A group of big and powerful men came in. Only the leader was elegant and gentle. His clothes showed nobility, yet he was restrained and calm.
"That's Mr. Zhi," the shopkeeper said to Zhili in a low voice. "It is said that he is a very rich man who made his fortune by making war fortune."
"You know him."
"I don't know him, but my teahouse is full of people from all over the country, so I have heard of his name a long time ago."
Zhili had heard about it on the road, but he didn't have much interest in rich businessmen, and Zhiye was just one of the many rich businessmen mentioned by the person who mentioned him that day.
People in the world are so boring. They just rank the top ten wealthy businessmen, the four profiteers, the five mighty generals, and the nine tycoons.
Zhili felt that it would be better to have all four elements empty.
The branch manager was followed by four big men, one of whom was holding a pile of account books in his arms. They asked for a private room, and the clerk led them upstairs attentively.
"I didn't expect it," the shopkeeper said softly, "this branch master is so good-looking."
"I didn't expect him either," said Zhili, "he doesn't look like a businessman at all."
Probably aware that they were talking about him, the branch man on the other end looked back.
As he turned his head, several of his subordinates also looked over.
After looking at it lightly, they turned around.
After they disappeared from sight, the shopkeeper whispered: "Looking like this, it's not easy to get along with..."
"They all have good skills," Zhili said. "He really came out to make a living, and his subordinates are all masters."
In the afternoon, at the reception time, the teahouse invited several gentlemen who were speaking to open the table and touch the ruler.
So as we approach this point, there will be a lot of people coming to the teahouse.
The shopkeeper got up and went to work, but Zhili was still sitting in his original position.
There are some things that the storyteller can say.
If the storyteller told some things, not only would they be carried away with their tables, but the teahouse would also be destroyed.
Therefore, many people asked questions about those things in eastern Huazhou, but the storyteller did not dare to answer them.
Zhili held his cheek in boredom and looked around casually, when he suddenly caught sight of a pair of official boots.
Looking up from the pair of official boots, a young man with a cold face sat silently in the crowd.
The tea patrons around him were very interested, but he remained unmoved and kept staring at the storyteller on the stage.
Zheli looked around and saw that this man had no weapons and seemed to have no companions around him.
I'm not sure if it's Tianrong Wei who "visited privately incognito", but I'm sure that this person is in an extremely bad mood right now.
Zhili looked back and picked up the teapot.
The teapot was light and fluffy, but even though he knew it was empty, he still shook it out of habit.
Not wanting to trouble the waiter, Zhili took the teapot and went to the east side hall, and then went to the back hall along the pillars and between the seats.
A person came down the side stairs just in front. Zhi Li raised his head and glanced. It was Zhi Ye's subordinate.
"Hey, buddy!" Wei Dongyou called.
He stopped and asked: "What's the matter?"
"I want a pot of Longjing, brew it and bring it over!" As he said that, Wei Dongyou popped out a small piece of broken silver in his hand, "Here's a tip for you!"
Zhili had no experience in being a waiter, but fortunately he was agile and could catch it securely as soon as he raised his hand.
Seeing that he didn't even move, Wei Dongyou raised his thumb: "Little brother, it's okay! Not bad!"
"That's a lot!" Zhili held a small piece of silver, at least he had some money, "You guys tip so generously."
"Haha, it's okay, it's okay," Wei Dongyou waved his hand, "Our boss has more money!"
"Then how much salary will your boss pay you?" Zhili asked.
Wei Dongyou was cheerful, said nothing, and turned around to go upstairs.
Zhili felt that the money was not his own, so he went to the backyard, gave the money to the first boy he met, and asked the boy to take Hulongjing upstairs.
When he came back from making tea, he saw a young man wearing official boots and a cold face standing at the side of the stairs. From the looks of it, he was hesitating whether to go upstairs or not.
Seeing the confusion here, the young man's eyes widened: "What are you looking at! Get out!"
