"Who?" Zhong Shouyong asked in a low voice, with his thumb on the spring of the scabbard, ready to kill at any time. Da Wen replied with a sad face: "It's a bully from this street, here to collect debts.
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Everyone looked at each other in shock. This latent agent from Dongchang was really miserable. He was extorted by local gangsters and had debt collectors chased him to their doorstep. It was really unbelievable to tell him.
"Wen Baihu, what is your cover identity?" Liu Ziguang asked, touching his chin.
"Sir, I usually make a living by selling vegetables. Also, my surname is Da, Wenxi, not Wen." Da Wenxi replied seriously, as if he didn't feel any shame.
"Well, not bad." Liu Ziguang nodded helplessly. At this time, the sound of knocking on the door became more violent, as if the door was about to be smashed. Accompanying the knocking was a howling like a broken gong: "Open the door quickly.
If you don’t open the door, your shabby yard will be torn down.”
Liu Ziguang signaled Zhong Shouyong to open the door. A group of local gangsters were kicking the door vigorously. As soon as the two doors were opened, a few guys couldn't control their feet and fell in. The gangsters were so angry that they were about to beat them.
But when I saw the 1.9-meter-tall goalkeeper in front of me,
The generally strong man put down his raised fists bitterly. A group of people poured into the yard, holding their arms and glaring sideways at a few people in the yard. The leader was a fat man with a sinister look on his face and his chest exposed.
The big braid is wrapped around the neck, and the small eyes are very powerful
He looked at the luxuriously dressed Liu Ziguang, and then at the wretched and short Da Wenxi. It seemed that his simple mind was not enough to understand the relationship between these two people, so he simply ignored it and walked straight to the stone bench in the yard.
He sat down cross-legged and took out a box of Nanyang Brothers Tobacco Shop
I flicked one of the Double Happiness cigarettes produced by No. 1 into my mouth. Someone immediately struck a match and helped the boss light it. The boss took a puff of it. The low-quality cigarettes with random sparks looked like fakes. However,
People smoke it very seriously and it looks like that.
"Da, you owe me money that you haven't paid back for some time," the boss said, exhaling a puff of smoke. The cigarette in his hand burned out within two puffs, and the one-inch-long black tobacco leaf stems were sticking out like that.
It couldn't be played anymore, and the smell was so pungent that it didn't take much guessing to know that the contents of the cigarette must be dried weeds.
"Master Shuo, please give me two more days of grace. You see, I have relatives coming to my hometown. I'm very busy and money is tight..." Da Wenxi awkwardly touched his body with his hands, looking at his broken double-breasted coat and the inside of it.
Lean ribs, it seems that life is indeed difficult.
"Damn it, the debt lent by Mr. Shuo in Caishikou is as long as you say. Do you still want to hang out on the streets of Caishikou?" The young man standing behind Mr. Shuo pointed at Da in a lively manner.
Wen Xi cursed. The other gangsters also followed suit and shouted, looking very energetic.
"Master Shuo, right? I gave you how much money my cousin owed you." Liu Ziguang said boldly. There are ruffians and loan sharks everywhere. People just rely on them to make a living. It cannot be said that they are all bad people who are evil and evil. They are new to Beijing.
It would be best if we could cause less trouble in the city. After all, we are now deep behind enemy lines.
"This gentleman is very handsome. I wonder which dock he is from?" Mr. Shuo simply put out the fake cigarette on the sole of his shoe and squinted his eyes as he looked up and down at Liu Ziguang who was speaking. Liu Ziguang was dressed in silk and satin, and his melon cap was decorated with water heads.
A lot of beautiful jade, a jade pendant hanging around the waist
He Sisui is also a top-notch product, dressed like a high-ranking official, and Zhamuhe and Zhong Shouyong, who are holding their arms and looking at each other coldly, are both battle-hardened masters with murderous intent.
The hanging long sword is a high-end item that ordinary warriors cannot afford.
Zhamuhe is dressed as a standard Mongolian warrior, and Zhong Shouyong is as tall and strong as an iron tower. To have such two followers under his command is definitely not an ordinary person. As a stubborn master of Beijing City, Shuo Ye has this ability.
There are still some, the one in front of me who calls himself Da Vinci’s old cousin
The nobleman is probably the young master of a high-ranking official in the capital, or simply a noble bannerman. Recently, the people in power in the court are all young talents of this age. I heard that they are thirsty for talents and visit hermit masters everywhere.
Well, is it possible that this is what I encountered this time?
Mr. Shuo has suffered losses from the bannermen before, so now he has to be cautious. He must first ask where he came from before making a decision. Is the money of the bannermen so easy to get? The bannermen are more ruthless than loan sharks. He took their money.
Not only would you have to spit out your capital and profits, but you might also have to get a beating. That's why Mr. Shuo asked such a question cautiously.
"My surname is Xu. I am a businessman from other places. I have just arrived in Beijing and I don't know the rules. Please give me some advice from Mr. Shuo." Liu Ziguang said politely. After hearing this, Mr. Shuo felt relieved. It turned out that he was not a bannerman.
He immediately regained his arrogance, held out three fingers and said: "Your cousin owes me three hundred taels of silver. If you can come up with it now, we can cancel it in one go. If you can't come up with it, I will happily accept this three-in-one Siheyuan Master Shuo."
Already."
Liu Ziguang nodded and signaled Zhong Shouyong to take out the money to pay. Zhong Shenjiang, who was preparing for a fight, saw that his commander was furious. He couldn't say anything, so he had to take out a stack of Shanxi Dadexing banknotes from his bag.
When the banknotes came, I counted six of them with a face value of fifty taels, and I handed them over to Mr. Shuo.
The relationship between the Manchu rulers and Shanxi merchants was good. The Dadexing bank account opened by Shanxi merchants had good circulation in the north, outside the country, outside the customs, and even in North Korea. Although its influence and reputation were not as high as those of Rishengchang, a Hui merchant
Loud, but also loud hard currency. On this trip to the north, Liu Ziguang asked people to exchange a lot of Da Dexing banknotes and take them with him for daily needs. Zhong Shouyong's bag contained tens of thousands of taels of banknotes.
As well as several hundred taels of broken silver, he was tall and tall, and the rag bag hanging on his body did not show off his appearance. Once he untied it and counted the money, he would be exposed, and a bunch of gangsters in the capital, including Mr. Shuo, would look at him.
To be honest, I took out three hundred taels of silver without even beating it. It’s a shame for my ancestors to not slaughter such a rare big fat sheep. No matter what Mongolian guards or big bodyguards, it’s worth risking two lives for this money.
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Mr. Shuo is a calm person, so naturally he will not do anything on the spot. He took the banknote, checked it with saliva, stuffed it into his arms randomly, and gave Liu Ziguang a fist: "Master Xu is a wealthy businessman. I, Wang Shuo of Caishikou, have lived my whole life."
What I admire the most is a hero like you. Let's do this. I'll be the host of the meat shop at the entrance of the alley, and we'll get drunk and then rest."
Liu Ziguang didn't expect that Master Shuo's attitude would change so quickly. Just a moment ago, he was a scowling debt collector, but in the blink of an eye, he turned into a good friend who wanted to treat him to a drink. He wanted to refuse, but then he thought about it. He was new to Beijing, and maybe he could get acquainted with her.
A few local ruffians who are familiar with the industry can be of some use, and it's already noon, and I haven't eaten after working hard for a long time. Seeing that Da Wenxi's family is in ruins, it doesn't look like they have food in stock, so why not follow this local snake Shuo Ye to get some food?
It was characteristic of Beijing. He raised his eyebrows and said directly without humility: "This is going to be annoying."
Master Shuo raised his brows, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, and said: "Master Xu is really happy, the weather is just right, let's go to the bar right now." He winked at the attendant next to him.
"Why don't you go to the Ershi Pork Shop and tell them that I, Mr. Shuo, are treating you, and ask them to quickly prepare some of their specialty hard dishes." The follower was a smart boy. After hearing the boss's instructions, he immediately slipped out as if he had greased his soles.
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A group of people came out of Da Wenxi's house and walked ostentatiously in the alley. When pedestrians saw these plague gods, they all avoided it. Master Shuo and others were so proud that they were not ashamed but proud. Liu Ziguang and others laughed secretly in their hearts. This world
The gangsters all have the same character. Wasn't Sun Gang, the big boss of Nanchang, also known as a bully back then? He also made a living by loan sharking and ran rampant in the countryside. The only difference between the two is that one is ugly and the other is handsome.
Suddenly there was a sound of gongs, and the local land security guard came towards me. As he beat the gongs, he howled in a voice that was even worse than the broken gongs: "Neighbors, don't forget to go to the open space outside Zhengyangmen tomorrow to listen to Mr. Fan's lectures."
, every family that comes to the event can receive two kilograms of millet.”
When the local security guard saw Mr. Shuo coming, he quickly followed the example of a banner man and said, "Master Shuo, have you eaten?"
Mr. Shuo cupped his fists and said, "Thanks to you, let's go to the Ershi Shop to have a feast. You can come over and have a drink after you finish your work."
The land security guard put the broken gong under his arm, wiped the sweat from his face, and said: "No, the government office is busy with official business. If the neighbors can't come to listen to the class tomorrow, I, the land security guard, can be the
It’s over, you drink yours, please treat me when you have time.”
"Okay, you're busy, we'll see you later." Master Shuo once again handed the security guard away. Listening to the broken gong's voice gradually fade away, Master Shuo sighed: "What the hell, you slave dog."
Liu Ziguang asked curiously: "What kind of lectures are the land guards talking about? Why don't they let the scholars listen, but let the common people listen, and they can still get millet?"
When Liu Ziguang asked this question, Mr. Shuo was even more sure that he was really a merchant from out of town, and he answered without hesitation: "That's what happened. A scholar named Fan held an event called 'I am a covering, I am glorious'"
, he appeared all day long to speak out and call on the neighbors to take the initiative to serve as bannermen, saying that sheep are born to serve wolves. I was puzzled. They all have one head and two legs. How can the bannermen be the masters and the Han people are the grandsons?
I think they are going to collapse if they don’t wait for the attack from the south.”
Shuo Ye's unscrupulous speech won Liu Ziguang's favor. In any case, this person still has a sense of nationality, which is much better than those traitors who don't know what their ancestors are.