Qing Fen accepted his fate, holding two jars of fine wine, feeling the five taels of silver in his pocket, gritting his teeth and trying to cheer himself up.
Chu Qianqiu is not a god, so naturally he cannot turn into the wine in these two jars in a short period of time. The source of this wine is no one else, but Xiao Changfeng, the famous local rich man in Baixiang Town, the president of Changfeng Chamber of Commerce.
After knocking Qing Fen unconscious, Chu Qianqiu first took him to the warehouse and tied him up, then returned home, took out 30,000 taels of silver notes, and went to Xiao Mansion while the night was getting dark.
"Chu Baihu came to visit at night. Do you have business to do?" Xiao Changfeng immediately woke up from the hardwood bed, arranged his clothes, and treated Chu Qianqiu with the strictest etiquette.
The Xiao family compound is very comfortable, but Xiao Changfeng only sleeps on hardwood beds and wears underwear when sleeping so that he will not miss the enjoyment of life too much.
"I have heard some rumors that President Xiao once did some business in the world." Chu Qianqiu considered it, but unexpectedly Xiao Changfeng replied very happily:
"Chu Baihu, there is no need to beat around the bush. I have indeed been a broker. No, the five brothers of our Xiao family are all brokers."
"I am the only one alive now."
"If Chu Baihu wants Daxia's elixir, Xiao no longer has the ability."
Xiao Changfeng seemed to have misunderstood something, thinking that Huang Qianhu had entrusted Chu Qianqiu to come to him to do some business.
He could only tell the truth frankly.
"President Xiao is ridiculous, Qianqiu is not here to do such big business." This was the first time that Chu Qianqiu knew about the business that the Xiao family had done, smuggling elixirs.
No wonder he is so rich.
Smuggling Daxia Daomen's elixir to the Shenwu Dynasty brought huge profits of more than ten times, but the mortality rate was also astonishingly high. The five brothers were all in the business of licking blood with the blade of a knife. The big shots made a big profit, but they could only make a small profit.
, he died at every turn.
After Xiao Changfeng dug a few pots of gold, he quit, and naturally his network of connections was completely cut off. Of course, he might have done some other business, but he wouldn't tell Chu Qianqiu.
So Chu Qianqiu revealed his purpose. He was entrusted by Huang Qianhu to investigate Boss Wang's gang, so he hoped to do some business with Xiao Changfeng.
For example, buy some medicine to deal with the master in iron cloth, or ask his disciples to help protect the law to avoid accidents.
The father-in-law was naturally the tiger skinned by Chu Qianqiu, but it was impossible for Xiao Changfeng to confront Huang Qianhu about such a trivial matter.
"Chu Baihu is very considerate." Xiao Changfeng looked at him in surprise.
As the saying goes, he is young and energetic. He is obviously going to investigate a few rogues and trivial matters, but he actually comes to him to buy some medicine specially designed to deal with masters, and also asks his own disciples to help, so as to avoid an accident.
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Regardless of how powerful their disciples are, they are all good at accumulating qi. Unless there are innate masters among those scoundrels, they will not be able to turn the world upside down.
"I wonder if President Xiao is willing to take over this deal."
As for the money, Chu Qianqiu certainly had it, but Xiao Changfeng didn't seem to want the money, and instead said something sincere.
"Xiao Pang is a useless child. I hope Chu Baihu will take more care of him in the future."
"Uncle Xiao, don't worry. Little Fatty is very popular and very smart." Chu Qianqiu knew that the matter was settled, so he said a few words of comfort.
"He is just too smart. He knows everything and has talents. He is just afraid of hardship and getting tired."
"It's all because I pampered him too much when he was a child, so that he couldn't bear the hardships. He knew clearly that we were businessmen, but we still thought about getting drunk today."
"A solid military household and a smooth businessman."
Hereditary military households like Chu Qianqiu are inherited from generation to generation and are one body with the country. As long as the Shenwu Dynasty can live, they can eat hard-core crops as long as they can, otherwise the blood tax will not be in vain.
As long as the family is not exterminated, a bottom line can be maintained. Unlike businessmen like Xiao Changfeng, who has been rich and prosperous in this life, Xiaopang can only become a green man after encountering something.
"We are not the salt merchants in Haizhou. We have hereditary business to do."
"You can use elixirs to create a great achievement of accumulating energy, but you can't create innate ones." Xiao Changfeng shook his head, with a look of helplessness on his face.
Chu Qianqiu had seen Xiao Changfeng many times, but she had never seen him like this. Could it be that something happened to the Xiao family and was related to Governor Zheng?
"Little Fatty is our classmate, and the apprentices in the martial arts hall are all one family." Chu Qianqiu said thoughtfully.
Hearing this, Xiao Changfeng smiled, and then Chu Qianqiu saw how well-prepared a broker was who could survive the chaos in the world.
We have everything from Shiquan Dabu Powder, powerful poisons, disguise masks, hidden weapons, crossbows and arrows, etc.
I'm afraid not even an innate master can be killed by evil spirits.
"My good nephew does everything well, but he still lacks some experience."
"The so-called villain's revenge, from morning to night, my nephew is a promising person, so naturally his identity cannot be exposed."
"This rainstorm pear blossom needle is just for self-defense."
"I have a blessed uncle who is deaf-mute and a master of energy accumulation. How about letting him follow my nephew?"
Xiao Changfeng was equally thoughtful in his work. He made up for Chu Qianqiu's deficiencies in details with three strokes, five divided by two, and even sent a deaf-mute old man to follow and protect Chu Qianqiu.
This also made Chu Qianqiu understand better why other brokers could not make anything in the world and were killed, but Xiao Changfeng was not only able to make money, but also wash his hands in a golden basin.
Of course, his intention in doing this is obvious. The Chu family has hard-core crops, deep military connections, and has been a local leader here for generations.
Even though the Xiao family is rich, they are only one generation old. The only support he can rely on is Governor Zheng. In the last few cycles, Chu Qianqiu has known that there is a gap between the two parties and the end is worrying.
For the sake of the family's future, Xiao Changfeng would go to great lengths to make friends with even a newly-adult Baihu and pass this favor on to his son.
Chu Qianqiu naturally accepted this with a smile. He was not afraid of owing some favors for things that could increase his chances of winning. They would just help each other in the future. The apprentices of the Jiangwu Hall would all be prosperous when they joined the army.
After making sufficient preparations, Chu Qianqiu went to find Qing Fen with his things, gave him two jars of wine, and asked him to replenish the health of the gang boss Wang.
At this time, the night is getting dark, but Chunfeng Tower is still as chic and brightly lit as ever.
Baixiang Town is backed by green mountains and is rich in medicinal materials. There are endless merchants from other places. This businessman is miserable when doing business. When he comes to the town, there are few people who don't go to the gold selling cave to have fun.
When the three people arrived, the scene was as lively as ever.
Chu Qianqiu and Qing Fen each changed their clothes, while the deaf-mute master Fu Bo followed Chu Qianqiu closely to prevent him from being in danger.
"Sir, we don't want to bring your own drinks here." When the waiter saw Qing Fen carrying two jars of wine, he quickly reminded him in a low voice.
"Now that you have this, can you take it with you?" Chu Qianqiu stretched out his hand, took out 1 tael of silver, and put it in the attendant's hand. The attendant's face instantly broke into a smile.
"Sir, please come inside."
"Is Boss Wang from West Street here? Our young master is here to treat him to a drink." Qing Fen quickly inquired.
"Then he must have come. We also invited a Taoist priest from the Yuanyang Sect. He is in Room 7 on the second floor, listening to Miss Su playing the pipa." The attendant is also a smart person, and he knows the origins of regular customers very well.
"Is there an empty room next to room 7?" Chu Qianqiu put down another 1 tael of silver.
"Yes, Boss Wang likes peace and quiet. When he comes, he will book the private room next door."
"The relationship is good, he and I have been good brothers for many years, he won't mind."
Put another 1 tael of silver on it.
"No problem, I'll make arrangements for you right away."
On the second floor of Chunfeng Building, two thugs were sitting on the ground out of boredom, drawing cards and playing the King of Ghosts.
Boss Wang is very harsh on ordinary young men, and he is even richer than a landlord, but he is quite generous to his personal bodyguards. He gives them martial arts secrets, gives them money to live happily, and even buys them ginseng stew.
Just like generals who drink the blood of their soldiers, they often keep their servants in captivity and provide them with delicious food and drinks to their cronies. This also breeds some of their arrogance.
"Who is here?" Two bodyguards were playing cards when they suddenly heard footsteps. They stood up immediately and asked warily.
"Two gentlemen, it's me, Qing Fen." Qing Fen held up two jars of wine and shouted flatteringly.
"You little brat, what are you doing here? Maybe you want to eat meat."
"How can you, a skinny little monkey, handle such meat?"
The two of them laughed heartily. They didn't like this little devil either. He looked like someone who was trying to get a job and might have come from behind and snatched away their bodyguard positions. Therefore, the relationship between the three of them was not good on weekdays.
Yes, I'll give you two bastards some meat and vegetables to replenish your health.
Why don't you put poison in this Shiquan Dabu Powder to kill you two bastards?
Qing Fen gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart, but his face smiled like a chrysanthemum.
"Two gentlemen, it's a good thing."
"There is a businessman who, after hearing about the reputation of the boss, insists on asking me to bring two jars of wine. It's good wine."
"I thought of the hard work of the two gentlemen, so I brought it here specially for you to try." Qing Fen smiled very humbly, and both parties were considered acquaintances. The two bodyguards had been to Chunfeng Tower no less than forty or fifty times, and they had never been there once.
After having an accident, I naturally don’t think that having a drink at work is nothing.
The boss is still inside drinking wine.
As he said this, Qing Fen opened a jar of wine, and as expected, the aroma of the wine immediately aroused the greed in their stomachs.
"We have a job as caregivers..."
"And it's the boss's wine..."
"The boss's wine is also our wine. Let's just drink a jar and nothing will happen."
"Then keep an eye on the door of Room 6. I don't think anyone will come."
Qing Fen was indeed a clever man. He moved the two of them with his words, opened the door to room No. 6, and started drinking together.
Chu Qianqiu took the opportunity to go to room 8, took out the eavesdropping equipment, and placed it on the wall.
I have to sigh that President Xiao’s equipment is really diverse.
With the effect of hearing and seeing, a sound came from next door.
"Let us congratulate Taoist Master Wu for becoming an outer disciple of the Yuanyang Sect. From now on, the road to martial arts will be smooth."
"Excellent, Boss Wang is too flattering."
"If you hadn't come up with the idea and asked me to pretend to be injured internally, how could I satisfy the steward of the outer sect?" Na Taoist Priest Wu said vaguely.
"Everything is thanks to Boss Wang. Come on, let me toast you!"
"You're welcome, you're welcome. In the final analysis, it's Miss Baizhu's credit. What credit can Wang have?"
What a bunch of turtle bastards.
Chu Qianqiu's fingers couldn't help but make noise.
He likes to practice the great monument smashing skill too much.