This woman spoke more fluently than before, but her words became even more vicious.
How could anyone talk like that!
What’s more, she’s a woman!
What about women? This woman can kill even people easily...
Zhou Lang clenched his fists. If this was a man, he would have to punch him to death!~
"It's nice to be his friend, isn't it?" Cheng Jiaoniang looked at Qin Langjun and said.
Qin Langjun's expression has returned to normal, and he laughed when he heard the words, while Zhou Lang glared with bared teeth.
"Cheng Jiaoniang, don't bully others too much. I know you are powerful, and now that you have this Taipingju..." He took a step forward and gritted his teeth.
Before he finished speaking, Qin Langjun interrupted with a loud voice.
"There's nothing special about this Taiping meal. Let's find another place." He took over the conversation and said.
At this time, people were coming and going on the roadside. Because it was close to a restaurant and there were constant customers coming and going, it was not noticeable if they stopped and talked. However, when Zhou Lang made two loud noises in succession, passers-by looked over curiously.
Qin Langjun stopped Liu Lang. Cheng Jiaoniang glanced at him and saw that the maid had put down the stool and helped her get into the carriage. The curtain was lowered and the carriage swayed away.
"You still know how to protect her, such a vicious woman..." Saturday Lang sneered.
"What are you arguing about?" Qin Langjun said with a smile, urging Liu Lang with his eyes, "Let's go quickly, eating is a big deal."
Zhou Lang looked around and saw many people looking at him. There must be many eyes staring at Taiping Residence now, both openly and secretly...
He said no more and walked inwards.
Here, Liu Lang and Qin Langjun also entered Taiping Residence. A young man who seemed to be waiting for a seat at the door stood up, looked inside Taiping Residence, and then looked at Cheng Jiaoniang's car and horse as they drove away, with a somewhat confused expression.
"Who is it? Where have I seen it before? Now we have this Taipingju? What do you mean..." He murmured.
In the bustling downtown of Kyoto, Shenxianjuli seems deserted.
A few waiters stood at the door chatting and laughing lazily. In the backyard room, Dou Qi looked at the boy kneeling in front of him with some impatience.
"Stop talking!" he shouted.
The boy was so frightened that he stopped talking and lowered his head to look at the shopkeeper beside him.
"When you have time, give me some time to think about how to get the business done!" Dou Qi lit the shopkeeper's door with a folding fan and said sharply, "What do you mean by telling me day after day how prosperous Taipingju is? You still think it's a slap in my face.
Isn’t it enough?”
"No, boss." The shopkeeper said hurriedly, "I just want to find out who the boss behind this Taipingju is."
Taipingju shot five gangsters to death in public and escaped unscathed, which shocked the entire capital. Everyone was speculating on what kind of backer he had behind him. The opinions were more and more mysterious, and the more mysterious the more people were in awe and fear. Let alone the gangsters looking for trouble.
Even the police officers didn't dare to cause trouble.
If you can't find out the master behind it, you can't wait for an opportunity.
Dou Qi has been searching for many days. Through Liu Xiaoli, he found out that it was Old Master Chen who spoke in front of the old monk Minghai in Puxiu Temple that day. However, it was confirmed that the Chen family was definitely not the real owner of Taipingju.
But it is certainly not ordinary people who can help the Chen family.
It's a pity that if I inquire further, I will have no clue.
"I think since he is the boss, it is impossible for him not to leave his mark in Taiping Residence. There are always some traces to follow." The shopkeeper said, "That's why I asked them to guard Taiping Residence and see what they find."
Dou Qi left the folding fan on the ground.
"Did you find anything?" he asked sharply.
The shopkeeper is looking at the boy.
The boy shook his head a little.
Dou Qi sighed.
"Have you found the cook I asked you to hire?" He looked at the shopkeeper and asked, "If you can cook well, unlike today's cooks, who can't do anything but cut meat, and even the meat will be cut by someone else.
Taught him..."
When he said this, the boy who was sitting with his head lowered suddenly raised his head.
"I remember!" he shouted.
Dou Qi who was speaking was startled by his surprise.
"What the hell is that?" he cursed.
"The shopkeeper, the boss, I remember, it's those two people!" the boy said hurriedly.
"What are those two people?" the shopkeeper asked.
"It's those two," the waiter said, gesturing with his hands, "The one who taught the cook how to cut meat in our store! That one, a passing god!"
A passing fairy?
The shopkeeper and Dou Qi looked at the boy.
"A member of the Zhou family?" Dou Qi asked.
The boy nodded hurriedly.
"Yes, a boy and a girl, that is to say, they are the ones who made the passing gods." He said.
These two people were paid attention to by Dou Qi before, but later they stopped showing up and ignored them.
"They are going to eat," Dou Qi said, leaning on his fingers and narrowing his eyes.
Taipingju is so famous that it is not unusual to go there specially.
"I'm going to eat," the boy said.
Dou Qibei cursed.
"We're going to eat, what else is there to say!" he cursed, raising his hand to strike.
The boy held his head to avoid it.
"But I heard that man say that now we have this Taipingju..." he shouted hurriedly.
Dou Qi's raised hand stopped.
"What?" he asked.
The shopkeeper also stared at the boy.
"I was sitting nearby and heard the man and the woman say this, but before they could finish their words, they were interrupted by another one." The boy said with a bit of anxiety, "I am.
When I heard him say these words, I looked over, and then I felt that they looked familiar, and then I suddenly remembered that they were those two people."
Dou Qi slowly sat back down, his face uncertain.
"Repeat what they said at that time, and don't miss a word." He said.
At this time, Jiangzhou, Cheng family, and Mr. Zhou opened the letter sent by Mrs. Cheng and looked complicated after reading it.
"Going round and round, that's not what we have to do..." He muttered, "A few months ago, it would have been so troublesome."
A boy came hurriedly outside the door.
"Master, I heard about it," he said, with a bit of joy.
Mr. Zhou put down the letter in his hand.
"How?" he asked.
"That's the son of a branch of the Peng family. He is indeed a scholar." The boy said, his eyes dancing with joy, "But he got sick a few years ago."
People can't get sick even if they eat whole grains.
"What's the disease?" Mr. Zhou asked casually.
"Sir, it's a flower fistula syndrome." The boy lowered his voice and said with a wink.
Flower fistula?!
Mr. Zhou suddenly glared and slapped his hand on the table.
"Too much bullying!" he shouted, grabbed the sword hanging on the wall and rushed outside, "Cheng Dong! I want your life!"
That letter was easily trampled under his feet. With such a shameless father, there was no need to wrong his son.
The noise naturally reached Madam Cheng.
"Go and take a look. The Zhou family's warriors are fierce. Don't cause trouble." Mrs. Cheng said while standing in the corridor.
The girls and servants in the yard ran away in response.
Mrs. Cheng stood in the corridor and looked out, folding her hands and chanting Buddha's name.
"Aunt, this is really funny. How come your family was beaten and killed by outsiders?"
The Seventeenth Young Master in the room, who was being patted on the legs and shoulders by the little girl, said with a smile.
"What do you know?" Mrs. Cheng said, turning around, "You are the one who taught others what to do. You can't blame others."
She said, turned around and came in to sit down.
"No wonder the Master of the Zhou family wanted to shout and kill, and even told my little girl about someone with an incurable disease. If it were me, I wouldn't agree either." She said and sighed.
The Seventeenth Young Master sat up suddenly.
"Aunt, is this so?" he shouted, "That beauty? She actually said it to someone who is about to die?"
"What a beauty!" Mrs. Cheng raised her eyebrows and yelled, "Burn that painting for me!"
Young Master Seventeen laughed and didn't take her words seriously at all.
"It's good now. The couple should not interfere in my daughter's marriage anymore." Mrs. Cheng said to the servant girl.
"Why are you interfering? If she doesn't stop, then she's fine." The servant woman laughed and said, "Just now, the old lady and I were crying in grievance. They said it was not a fistula, but a rash. I don't know how it spread like this..."
Mrs. Cheng waved her fan.
"It's too late to say anything. Who asked that brother to raise a brothel lady?" She said in a nonchalant manner, "If you give someone a hand, you can't blame others."
If she hadn't pushed herself to the limit, she wouldn't be where she is today.
Find a member of your mother's family to marry that fool. It's really a waste of money and wealth. If you don't treat the person named Cheng as one of my own, why should I treat you as one of my own?
The maid poured tea with a smile.
"Madam, the second master can no longer interfere with my dear daughter's marriage, so I have to rely on you, uncle and aunt," she said.
Mrs. Cheng picked up the tea.
"This is a thankless task," she said. "She's like this, where can she find a suitable home?"
Upon hearing this, the Seventeenth Young Master waved the girl away and took two steps forward with a smile.
"Aunt, I am willing to relieve my aunt's worries. I have a suitable family," he said.
Mrs. Cheng glanced at him.
"Hey, we are seventeen and have grown up. We know how to relieve our aunt's worries. Let's talk about which family is suitable for us." She smiled and took a sip of tea.
The Seventeenth Young Master smiled and took two steps forward again and sat in front of Mrs. Cheng.
"Aunt, it's me." He pointed at himself and said.
Mrs. Cheng spit out a mouthful of tea. (To be continued)
