Xie Qian's impatient voice floated into their ears.
"Why did you stop me and only let Mr. Zhang in?"
"Why can't I go in?"
…
The two people in the room looked at each other and smiled.
Ye Qing faced Mr. Zhang who was a big thigh himself and found a bigger thigh to help him out. He smiled gratefully and spoke first:
"Thank you Mr. Zhang for rescuing me."
Faced with Ye Qing's kindness, Zhang Xiuran, who put aside his indulgence and smiled kindly, said: "You're welcome, it's just a small effort."
Ye Qing, who no longer pretended to be injured, sat up directly. He cupped his fists and bowed towards Zhang Xiuran and said:
"Your little effort is a life-saving grace for me."
"I am willing to do three things for Mr. Zhang that do not violate the conscience of heaven and earth and do not harm the laws of heaven and earth in return!"
"Oh? Only three pieces?" Zhang Xiuran looked at the sincere and handsome face with interest, and then walked up and sat beside Ye Qing's bed.
The pungent smell of the golden sore medicine made Zhang Xiuran frown slightly. He took out the brocade handkerchief from his pocket, put it on the tip of his nose, and smelled the elegant fragrance, and his expression relaxed a little.
Then he pointed to the scars on Ye Qing's chest and abdomen and said, "Three pieces are not enough! There are many more!"
On the night when he bid farewell to the surrounding vendors from Pinglefang and decided not to set up a night stall, Ye Qing had already inquired about Zhang Xiuran's personality.
Facing this indulgent and unruly young man, Ye Qing knew that he probably wanted the same thing as Dan Dan.
Ye Qing pursed his lips slightly and asked openly:
"How do you want me to repay you, Mr. Zhang?"
"You know how to repay your kindness, and you even showed your sincerity by reciprocating your kindness. I will open the sky window and speak frankly."
Zhang Xiuran straightened his back subconsciously, looked at Ye Qing arrogantly and said: "Two choices, I, Corporal Li Xian, need a staff member."
After a pause, Zhang Xiuran raised his index finger, pointed upward, and said expectantly:
"Or, if you climb up, I can let you look down at me!"
Smart people don't need to say too much when talking.
Ye Qing immediately understood what Zhang Xiuran meant, he frowned and said solemnly:
"First, the young master is extremely intelligent, how can you be sure that I am capable of giving him advice?"
"Secondly, the young master thinks too highly of me. I'm just a lowly person."
Every time he asked a question, he laughed at himself, but Zhang Xiuran knew that Ye Qing, who was aloof and arrogant at heart, was testing him.
Zhang Xiuran was not angry either. Who is a capable person without a little arrogance? On the contrary, it made him look more favorably on Ye Qing.
However, he couldn't stand Ye Qing's pungent medicinal smell after all. He stood up and walked aside, looking at the longevity bamboo placed in the quiet room, and said calmly:
"The first time you entered the prison, it was your handiwork that allowed the prisoner on death row to kidnap the jailer to see Magistrate Chen, right?"
Ye Qing, who remained silent, let Zhang Xiuran know that he had guessed correctly.
"This matter was something I only figured out later. Based on this, you have the ability to be my staff, rather than a small ghostwriter."
He stirred the green leaves of the pothos, turned sideways, looked at Ye Qing with sharp eyes, and said:
"The second time you entered the prison, I asked the jailer to tell me a message for you. He also left you with scars that looked scary and ferocious, but were actually superficial. I guess you have already made plans to do things for me."
"Afterwards, I went to the prison to find Xie Daru and Magistrate Chen to rescue you. Therefore, you changed your mind and planned to repay me with three things to increase your worth, or to prevent yourself from becoming my slave.
dog."
"Is what I said right?"
Ye Qing, whose eyes flashed, said: "Young Master's eyes are as bright as a torch. Nothing can be hidden from You."
"Young Master, I'll be honest with you. I don't think you will treat my humble life, Ye Qing, like a dog. However, I don't understand the second point that Young Master said."
Zhang Xiuran smiled proudly, pointed to a pot of orchids next to the pothos and said:
"Orchids are exquisite and even more beautiful when they bloom. Unfortunately, they are too delicate and require careful cultivation and care before they can bloom in full bloom."
"But this pothos can survive with water. As long as you give it a little water, it will grow vigorously and bloom."
"You have already brought some water yourself to keep you alive. If I pour some more water on you, what will be the result?"
Ye Qing, who looked greatly moved, looked at Zhang Xiuran in surprise and confusion.
He didn't expect that the young master in front of him had this idea.
Right now, he looked at Zhang Xiuran with admiration.
Being willing to cultivate a lowly person as a support is not the idea and courage that an unruly playboy who only cares about sex can have.
Moreover, no one knows whether Ye Qing can climb to a high position with a lowly status.
No one knows how long it will take Ye Qing to climb to a high position.
No one can guarantee whether Ye Qing will help Zhang Xiuran or bite back him once he becomes powerful.
This kind of courage is truly something few can match!
Ye Qing, who had always been calm, couldn't help but look moved.
He looked at Zhang Xiuran who was smiling arrogantly, the expectation and excitement in his eyes, and the strong gambling intention, and sighed in his heart:
"Such a person, once he decides to do something, is a lunatic who can risk his life and property to the death!"
However, there was no contempt or fear in Ye Qing's eyes, only admiration.
When he was young, it was precisely because of his risking his life that Amei was able to live safely until now, Granny Zhang did not have to go out to work for a long time, and Weng Zhang had money to buy medicine to treat her illness.
He admired: "Young Master thinks so highly of me, it makes me a little scared."
Then, Ye Qing asked bluntly again:
"But, sir, aren't you afraid that the water you poured on me will be wasted?"
"Or, my pothos grows too slowly and cannot help you at all?"
"Or maybe, when I grow up, someone takes it away and puts it in someone else's home?"
The three questions did not make Zhang Xiuran get entangled and think, but made Zhang Xiuran's eyes even more excited.
He looked at Ye Qing approvingly and said, "You asked these three questions well."
"However, I don't care at all what you said."
It is very well maintained, and its white palms are more delicate than those of some delicate women.
Zhang Xiuran looked at Ye Qing, flipped the palm of his hand casually, and said arrogantly:
"My master's family has a big business, but it's just a green radish. As long as the seeds are good, no matter how many seeds there are, I will have plenty of water to irrigate them."
"In the same way, I have a lot of patience, and in the same way, I am not afraid that this green dill will be taken away by others, and I am not afraid that when it grows up, it will strangle me with branches and vines."
Looking at the hand that represented the ups and downs, Ye Qing remained silent.
Zhang Xiuran didn't urge Ye Qing to make a decision, he just dragged the fresh and juicy leaves of the pothos out of boredom.
After a while.
Ye Qing took a deep breath, looked at Zhang Xiuran with piercing eyes and asked:
"May I ask what the master's background is?"
Zhang Xiuran threw away a leaf he had just pulled off, put his hands behind his back, and said proudly:
"This young master is Zhang Xiuran, a concubine of the divine Zhang family!"
Suddenly, Ye Qing's eyes widened, and he looked silently at that handsome face full of rebelliousness.
Seeing Ye Qing's moved expression, Zhang Xiuran raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of pride.
After a few breaths, Ye Qing took a deep breath and solemnly said:
"Please forgive me for my ignorance. I have never heard of the name of the Zhang family."
For an instant, Zhang Xiuran's arrogant expression froze.
After two breaths, the jade-white face turned red visibly to the naked eye, and he said angrily:
