Huang Wenqiu asked Jiang Gan to talk about the central issue. He was very embarrassed and his face turned red.
He said in a cold voice, "I came here to tell you out of kindness, so that you would be careful so as not to be taken in, but you still think that I am narrow-minded."
Jiang Gan said quickly: "Brother, don't get angry. I was just joking. You also know that I have always been a poor talker and I have offended many people."
Huang Wenqiu thought to himself that you were just watching someone else order the food, and even a helper in Prince Jin's palace would give you a condescending compliment - shameless.
He concealed his unhappiness and got back to business: "Is the person you're looking for reliable? I'm afraid I'm a coward and I'll go to the Yamen to confess you myself. Then I won't be able to rely on you anymore."
"That's not the case. I won't tell you which tea merchant I sold it to, but Brother You from Prince Jin's Mansion also bought a lot of it to take away. If these things are related to Mr. Qi, why don't Brother You come to see me?"
Huang Wenqiu frowned: "Prince Jin always doesn't care about things."
Jiang Gan saw that he was unwilling to give up, and seemed to be determined to find the ugly Yin Mao before he would give up. A trace of disgust and displeasure flashed in his eyes.
With such a small amount of popularity, one can actually make a fortune.
"Brother, the dragon group is divided into three, six and nine levels. Besides, when did I tell my brother about the Shi Kua tea? Don't taint my innocence."
"you!"
Jiang Gan raised his teacup: "I'm still on fire, so I won't be with you for a long time."
He drank the tea in one gulp, turned around and went upstairs.
When Huang Wenqiu saw him walking away without any respect for himself, he suddenly became angry.
For an idle man to despise himself so much, he must have made a fortune as a middleman.
Even idlers deserve it!
He drank three bowls of rock sugar water in a row and suddenly had an idea.
If he could catch Jiang Qian interacting with thieves, help Qicangsi recover the lost property, and then directly interact with Qicangsi to get tea, would he still be afraid that Song Huiyue would talk to the King of Jin?
Thinking of this, he thought of a way, walked upstairs, and looked for Jiang Gan again.
Jiang Qian was changing cups with the prostitute when he saw Huang Wenqiu coming up to disturb him again. He smiled and said, "Brother, do you also want to have fun?"
The prostitute hit the snake on the stick, stripped naked and got into Huang Wenqiu's arms.
"No," Huang Wenqiu quickly pushed him away, "I still have something to tell you. You left too fast. Let's go down and talk."
This kind of flower tea house, where people drink tea and meet prostitutes, is a low-class place. Literati and refined people will never come here. He feels like his breath is muddy when he stays here.
That prostitute was a man who had traveled thousands of times. How could he not see his little thoughts? He turned around and sat down, and glanced sideways at Huang Wenqiu: "You touched me this time, it turns out your hands are slippery."
Jiang Qian laughed secretly, but he looked very serious and glared at the prostitute: "My brother is a gentleman. If anyone touches you, don't blackmail them."
"Gentlemen are dirty, taking advantage of others secretly and touching others secretly, right?"
Huang Wenqiu was ashamed and angry, but he couldn't help her, so he said anxiously: "Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense."
Jiang Qian laughed in his heart and pulled Huang Wenqiu down: "Brother and she know what to do."
The two sat down and asked the bartender to serve tea and fruit.
Only then did the red color fade from Huang Wenqiu's face: "Actually, I asked about Qi Xianggong's theft because I wanted to find out more about it before doing business with you. Didn't I just buy another tea drink?"
Jiang Gan pretended to regret: "It's really gone."
Huang Wenqiu said: "Please help me ask again to see if he has any good stuff hidden in his hand. No matter how much, I will take it all, and you will make money, right?"
"Of course you can't make too much money. Then I'll ask my brother. If you get the letter, I'll go to your house."
"Then I'll do your best."
After leaving the flower tea house, Huang Wenqiu whispered a few words to the servant, gave him a handful of copper coins, and went home.
The boy Xiaohai was a smart boy. He took the money and went to the teahouse opposite. When the sun set and Jiang Gan came out to play, he followed him quietly.
Jiang Qian, a helper, was not very idle. He went to three small government offices to ask for help, said three good things to him, and drank and dined for three times. When it got dark, he picked his teeth and went to the cross street.
Cross Street is close to the West Outer City. There is a grave outside the city. Strangers and those who have no money to bury are buried here and burned. Therefore, Cross Street is inhabited by all kinds of people.
Lighting lamps costs oil, and even when it gets dark, there are not many lights. Many people rush out to go to the three-tile house to do their night's work.
Xiao Hai mingled with the pedestrians and watched Jiang Gan enter the third room. There was a gazebo in front of the eaves, which turned out to be a small wine shop.
He followed and saw Jiang Gan directly lift the curtain and go to the back after entering. He came out without even having a cup of tea.
Xiao Hai kept it in mind and ran all the way home to explain everything clearly to Huang Wenqiu.
Huang Wenqiu immediately changed his clothes and went to that place.
He went inside and picked up a pair of slightly clean red lacquered tables and chairs and sat down. He looked around and saw that wine and meat were sold here and there was a tea stove, so he asked the bartender for tea.
The bartender went to fan the stove and chatted with him. He said he looked unfamiliar, but he just smiled and didn't answer. He looked left and right, looking at the people coming and going in the bar.
There were many people coming and going to rest, and he couldn't see anything suspicious.
The bartender served Huang Wenqiu tea. When someone asked for wine or meat, he opened the blue coarse curtain and went into the back kitchen to cut the meat.
Huang Wenqiu glanced over and trembled with surprise, almost rolling under the table.
The person behind him sitting at the meat table, cleaning a sharp knife, was none other than his nemesis—Yin Xiao.
The blade was sharp and flashed with cold light, eclipsing the knife on the meat table.
The curtain fell, and Huang Wenqiu could only see Yin Xiao's straw sandals from underneath, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
He carefully changed his seat and sat on the left side. He could see Yin Xiao, but it was inconvenient for Yin Xiao to see him.
The curtain was quickly opened again, and the bartender came out with two plates.
Huang Wenqiu's eyes were like those of a thief, taking the opportunity to sweep in.
Yin Xiao was still cleaning his wrist-removing knife, and there were two white jade paperweights lying upside down on the chair next to him.
Just when Huang Wenqiu was about to take a closer look, Yin Xiao felt something and raised his head and looked in his direction.
He quickly raised his arms to cover half of his face, and then picked up the tea cup to drink tea to cover it up.
When he put down the tea cup and looked again, Yin Xiao had disappeared.
Huang Wenqiu was filled with doubts and couldn't help but think about it. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the two upside-down white jade paperweights looked like tiger buttons.
What Qi Cangsi lost was a pair of suet-fat white jade tiger button paperweights!
Could it be that the Jiang thief Jiang Gan came to see was Yin Xiao?
It's very possible that Yin Xiao's demeanor is no different from that of a river thief who kills without restraint. It's very possible that he was a river thief in the past.
He must have stolen Qi Cangji's things.
These ten pieces of tea must have been made for him by Song Huiyue.
Yin Xiao first stole the things and then asked Jiang Gan to sell them. As long as he took over, no matter whether he had a tea guide or not, Song Huiyue would expose him as soon as the theft of Qicang Si came out.
Fortunately, he escaped.
Taking a sip of tea to calm himself down, his mind turned over and over again, and he suddenly laughed.
Song Huiyue, Song Huiyue, you brought this to your door yourself.