Chapter 284: Sister Mos child is already this old?
In the exchange with Shopkeeper Peng, Qin Feng finally understood the ins and outs of the matter.
The three land deeds given to him by Governor Li were located in the most prosperous streets of Qiyuan City. It can be said that it is a treasure land that most powerful and wealthy businessmen dream of.
As the saying goes, a man is not guilty of having a jade in his possession. If such a treasured land is obtained by a person from outside the city, it is natural that some people will become red-eyed and look for quarrels and troubles.
Therefore, when the branch was first established, people often came to make trouble.
But when shopkeeper Peng was at a loss, a middle-aged man who called himself Jubaozhai came to help.
The middle-aged man obviously had a high status. After he came forward, all the problems were solved.
"Do you know what the middle-aged man is called?" Qin Feng had a vague guess in his mind.
"I don't know the specific name, but those who caused trouble respectfully call him Master Mo."
Master Mo, that's most likely Mo Lintian, the bodyguard of Ya'an... Qin Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.
"That Mr. Mo not only solved those troublesome matters, but also asked me to give this space jade pendant to you, the eldest young master." While speaking, shopkeeper Peng took out a jade pendant from his arms.
Qin Feng took the jade pendant and scanned it with his spiritual consciousness. There were several cash boxes containing silver, presumably the profits from Immortal Druid's auction.
In addition, there is an envelope inside.
He opened it and saw that the handwriting on the letter was beautiful and had the style of a famous writer. It should have been written by the guy disguised as a man.
After all, the other person at the time always disliked his ugly handwriting.
The content of the letter was quite simple. It just talked about the silver coins that Xianren Zui had received from the auction, and the handling fee that she had deducted.
When Qin Feng saw the high handling fee, his eyelids jumped and he cursed the profiteer in his heart.
In addition, the letter also mentioned their cooperation in opening a Wangyueju branch.
Originally, Ya'an wanted to come back in person and have a detailed discussion in person, but she seemed to be very busy and couldn't get away at all.
Moreover, after the establishment of Huarong Dao in the Southern Territory, troubles caused by demons and ghosts occurred frequently in various places in the Southern Territory.
Considering her own safety, she did not dare to move around at will, so she sent Mo Lintian to come.
Qin Feng put away the letter, but felt a little curious in his heart.
Jubaozhai can be found all over Daqian, and there are people from Fengtian City backing them. It is normal for powerful businessmen to want to sell Jubaozhai to save face.
But Ya'an is just the young master of Yulin City, so it would be fine if she personally stepped in to deal with those young men in Qi Yuancheng.
Why can one of her guards have so much energy?
He was even respectfully called Master Mo?
Qin Feng always felt that he had underestimated the guy who was disguised as a woman. Perhaps his identity was far higher than he thought.
"The branch in Qiyuan City has been established, and I have sent trustworthy people to take care of it. I think there will be no problems."
Then, shopkeeper Peng explained many things.
After listening, Qin Feng nodded with satisfaction: "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's an honor for me to share the worries of the eldest young master. It's almost lunch time, but do you want to arrange a private room for the eldest young master and eat before leaving?" Shopkeeper Peng asked respectfully.
Qin Feng glanced at the sunshine outside the window and shook his head: "There is no need for a private room. I still like to eat in the lobby on the first floor. It is lively."
"Okay, I'll make arrangements for you right now."
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Business at Wangyueju is booming, and the lobby on the first floor is always crowded.
The seat arranged by Shopkeeper Peng was a window seat. After Qin Feng sat down, he could hear the noise and laughter of everyone.
It sounds very friendly.
Qin Feng likes to sit in the crowd and eavesdrop... ahem, listen to the anecdotes told by the people.
After all, people here come from all walks of life, and when they travel around, what they see and hear is naturally different.
Just as Qin Feng was eating and listening with great interest, a charming but familiar voice came into his ears.
It was an extremely satisfied sound of "Hmm~".
The woman's voice is full of magnetism, making people want to stop listening to it.
Qin Feng was curious and looked for the sound, only to see a beauty in black robe standing sideways.
Her hair is tied up on top of her head, her profile is delicate, her complexion is as white as snow, and the beauty mark on the right corner of her mouth shows off her charm.
She has an excellent figure, with peaks and turbulent waves, and her beautiful back wrapped in black robe can be seen at a glance.
Whenever a man passes by her, he will subconsciously arch his body, like a cooked prawn!
Qin Feng's eyes widened. This beauty in black robe was none other than Sister Mo who had left without saying goodbye!
He stood up in surprise and wanted to get closer and ask the other person where he had been these days.
But halfway through, his figure suddenly stopped.
His line of sight was blocked just now, so he hadn't seen that she was not the only one at the table where Sister Mo was sitting.
On the other side of the table, there was a little girl about about his waist.
Her hair is tied into a double bun, and her face is as delicate and delicate as a doll. Although her face has not yet fully grown, it is not difficult to imagine how stunning this girl will be in the future.
Especially her big, bright eyes, which seem to be glowing with light, make people feel happy when they see them.
Who is this girl and what is her relationship with Sister Mo?
Qin Feng strolled closer and heard the little girl calling inarticulately: "Mother~"
He was immediately stunned on the spot.
What's going on? We haven't seen each other for a few days, but Sister Mo's child is already so old?
Even if the demon clan is not like humans and pays attention to the ten-month pregnancy period, is the efficiency of giving birth to babies and raising babies too high?
Qin Feng had mixed feelings in his heart, including happiness that Sister Mo had become a mother, but also a trace of loss that he didn't know why.
Hearing this, the beauty in black robe swallowed the food in her mouth and reminded: "My young master, how many times have I told you that you want to call me aunt, not mother!"
The pretty little girl tilted her head and said vaguely: "Auntie! I want that plate of meat."
"Well, I got it right this time." The beauty in black robe was very satisfied, and then scraped the plate of meat into her bowl.
When the little girl saw this, she blinked her eyes, feeling aggrieved, and then there was a sound like thunder.
"What happened? Thunder?" Everyone in the hall was startled, and the thunder seemed to explode in their ears.
But they turned their heads and looked out the window. There were no clouds in the sky and the sun was shining brightly. How could there be thunder?
Qin Feng was stunned.
The title of "Little Master", "Auntie", coupled with the deafening sound!
Now that things have come to this, why doesn't he understand that this strange little girl is exactly the little beast in the black mist forest?
"Yes, yes, I identified it back then and found that the little beast was indeed female!
I didn’t expect it to turn into a human form?!”
Just when Qin Feng was shocked, the little girl sniffed with her beautiful nose and then looked up.
When she saw Qin Feng, an expression of joy suddenly appeared on her face.
Hastily falling down from the chair, kicking her legs, the little girl jumped up and threw herself into Qin Feng's arms.
"Dad!" the little girl yelled.
Everyone in the hall looked for fame, glanced at the black-robed beauty, and then at the little girl, all showing envy.