The carriage swayed through the bustling streets. Zhang Biwu in the carriage had a deep expression on his face and furrowed his brows. He was obviously thinking about something extremely important.
Today's gathering allowed him to learn about Zhao Xuanji's plan, but now Zhang Biwu is caught in an extremely entangled situation.
He was thinking about who to tell this plan to.
Should I tell the prince or the person really standing behind him?
After weighing for a long time, Zhang Biwu suddenly asked the driver driving outside, "Go to Wang's pickle shop."
"Yes, sir."
The coachman's response came from outside, and then the carriage changed direction, turned into another street, and finally stopped at the entrance of a time-honored pickle shop.
Zhang Biwu got off the carriage, and the clever waiter who had already gone inside called the shopkeeper. Then he saw a middle-aged man with a big belly coming up to him with a face full of flattery and flattery.
"The little question is why the magpies are always chirping at the door of the shop this morning. I thought that there must be an important guest coming to the door. Sure enough, it is Mr. Zhang who is here."
The shopkeeper trotted quickly to the carriage, and respectfully helped Zhang Biwu get out of the carriage. As long as Zhang Biwu was happy, he wished he could lie down on the ground and serve as a human bench for Zhang Biwu.
Everyone likes to hear good words. Although this flattery is not clever, Zhang Biwu also smiled.
"Shopkeeper Wang is too polite."
Zhang Biwu entered the shop and said, "I just like your pickles. I usually feel like my food doesn't taste good without a bite of pickles. I'm just passing by your house to see if there are any new pickles."
Shopkeeper Wang hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, of course there is. It is our blessing that Mr. Zhang likes our pickles. Why don't we keep two jars of the best for Mr. Zhang? I am thinking about whether to give them to him tomorrow.
I went to the mansion, but I didn’t expect Mr. Zhang to come in person."
"But as for pickles, Master Zhang, you also know that if you want to make good pickles, you can't see the light or the wind before opening the altar, so I invited Master Zhang to come inside and see him. If Master Zhang likes it, I will pick it up in person right away."
Go up to the house."
Zhang Biwu nodded and motioned to Shopkeeper Wang to lead the way.
Seeing the two people leaving, the two young men chatting at the door of the pickle shop looked at each other, and then one of them lowered his voice and said to the other: "Go back and report to Mr. Ge, saying that you saw Zhang Biwu entering the Wang pickle shop and talking to the shopkeeper.
We went to the backyard together and everything seemed fine."
Another person asked cautiously: "Captain, it's no secret that Zhang Biwu likes to eat Wang's pickles. It's normal to come here. Do you need to report this kind of thing? Does Mr. Ge think we are making a fuss out of a molehill?"
"Go if I tell you to!"
The man glared and said, "Everything that Mr. Ge ordered must be done carefully and carefully. There is no room for carelessness."
"Yes Yes."
The man who answered turned around and ran away.
When the captain who gave the order saw that Zhang Biwu hadn't come out yet, he simply went to the bun shop across the street and ordered a drawer of buns. While eating, he stared at the pickle shop, waiting for Zhang Biwu to come out.
In a small tea shop further away, two middle-aged men stood up, paid and left.
One person told the other person: "Zhao Xuanji has already suspected Zhang Biwu and sent people to follow him. Since it is currently impossible to know what Zhang Biwu and Zhao Xuanji and Fu Yuzhi talked about in the restaurant, put this information into a file immediately and hand it over to the factory.
Submitted to His Highness through secret channels."
"Yes." The other person bowed his head in response, turned around and disappeared quietly into the crowd.
