"Master Yin, I'm sorry to obey." Fang Zilan's clear and cold voice fell on the ears of everyone present, like cold mountain spring water, making people jump.
She took out the last piece of paper from the black box, then handed the black box to the shopkeeper beside her. She unfolded the note, lifted it up like she had just done, and presented it in front of everyone.
"Miss Zhen, the conclusion of the three-round deal is what you said personally." Yin Quanzhang stepped out and stood in front of the private room. He said calmly and proudly: "I heard that Qianjinfang promised a thousand gold and never broke the promise. Miss Zhen Are you going to break the rules?"
Fang Zilan looked stern, "Master Yin, if you insist on doing this, tonight's three rounds of transactions will be abandoned. Unless..."
"Unless what?" Yin Quanzhang raised the corners of his lips and showed an almost sarcastic smile, "Does Miss Zhen think there are others here who dare to buy your information?"
Fang Zilan raised her head and looked at Yin Quanzhang intently, as if she wanted to see something, but there was no clue.
For some reason, she always felt that the Yin Quanzhang in front of her was completely different from the Yin Quanzhang she had seen before. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have even thought that one of them was an imposter.
However, she knew it wasn't. She has been in the ghost sect for many years and is used to seeing various disguises. She has also seen many human skin masks that are exquisite enough to look real. Therefore, it is almost impossible for ordinary people to get by under her nose.
What's more, as Yin Quanzhang is the prefect of Suzhou, there are many people who have met him. It is impossible for him to let others stand in his face and make such a big splash at the Fang Family Spring Festival...
"It seems that Miss Zhen also has something that she can't figure out." Yin Quanzhang chuckled and raised his hand in a gesture of invitation, "In this case, you might as well move on and explain."
Fang Zilan hesitated for a moment, but in the end her inner curiosity prevailed. She wanted to know the truth, which meant risks.
But if you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger's cub? She is willing to take risks for the sake of the truth, no matter what.
Fang Lihui took a step forward and tried to stop Fang Zilan, but she avoided her without leaving a trace. She just gave him a reassuring look and left with Yin Quanzhang without looking back.
"Dear guests, please be patient." Fang Lihui took a deep breath and said, "The transaction is not over yet, so please stay where you are and don't move around to avoid anything going wrong."
He meant something, and the guests hidden in the private room were surprisingly calm and silent, as if they acquiesced. But the strange silence made him a little uneasy.
I don’t know if Fang Zilan’s invitation to the emperor will be effective in this round? Or was it that Yin Quanzhang had already seen through it and fell into his trap?
For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through Fang Lihui's mind, and he could not suppress the panic in his heart. However, at this time, Fang Zilan, who walked up the stairs with Yin Quanzhang and stepped onto the last step, was in no better condition than him.
There are dark clouds all over tonight, covering the moon and stars, and no light can be seen. Fang Zilan stood by the railing on the roof, calmed down, and stroked her injured leg with her hand.
"Miss Fang, your legs are injured, why are you so reluctant?" Yin Quanzhang held a candle and slowly walked to Fang Zilan's side.
The candlelight in his hand was wavering, as if it would be swallowed up by darkness at any time. "Master Yin, I'm sorry to obey." Fang Zilan's clear and cold voice fell on the ears of everyone present, like cold mountain spring water, rushing people. A quickie.
She took out the last piece of paper from the black box, then handed the black box to the shopkeeper beside her. She unfolded the note, lifted it up like she had just done, and presented it in front of everyone.
"Miss Zhen, the conclusion of the three-round deal is what you said personally." Yin Quanzhang stepped out and stood in front of the private room. He said calmly and proudly: "I heard that Qianjinfang promised a thousand gold and never broke the promise. Miss Zhen Are you going to break the rules?"
Fang Zilan looked stern, "Master Yin, if you insist on doing this, tonight's three rounds of transactions will be abandoned. Unless..."
"Unless what?" Yin Quanzhang raised the corners of his lips and showed an almost sarcastic smile, "Does Miss Zhen think there are others here who dare to buy your information?"
Fang Zilan raised her head and looked at Yin Quanzhang intently, as if she wanted to see something, but there was no clue.
For some reason, she always felt that the Yin Quanzhang in front of her was completely different from the Yin Quanzhang she had seen before. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have even thought that one of them was an imposter.
However, she knew it wasn't. She has been in the ghost sect for many years and is used to seeing various disguises. She has also seen many human skin masks that are exquisite enough to look real. Therefore, it is almost impossible for ordinary people to get by under her nose.
What's more, as Yin Quanzhang is the prefect of Suzhou, there are many people who have met him. It is impossible for him to let others stand in his face and make such a big splash at the Fang Family Spring Festival...
"It seems that Miss Zhen also has something that she can't figure out." Yin Quanzhang chuckled and raised his hand in a gesture of invitation, "In this case, you might as well move on and explain."
Fang Zilan hesitated for a moment, but in the end her inner curiosity prevailed. She wanted to know the truth, which meant risks.
But if you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger's cub? She is willing to take risks for the sake of the truth, no matter what.
Fang Lihui took a step forward and tried to stop Fang Zilan, but she avoided her without leaving a trace. She just gave him a reassuring look and left with Yin Quanzhang without looking back.
"Dear guests, please be patient." Fang Lihui took a deep breath and said, "The transaction is not over yet, so please stay where you are and don't move around to avoid anything going wrong."
He meant something, and the guests hidden in the private room were surprisingly calm and silent, as if they acquiesced. But the strange silence made him a little uneasy.
I don’t know if Fang Zilan’s invitation to the emperor will be effective in this round? Or was it that Yin Quanzhang had already seen through it and fell into his trap?
For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through Fang Lihui's mind, and he could not suppress the panic in his heart. However, at this time, Fang Zilan, who walked up the stairs with Yin Quanzhang and stepped onto the last step, was in no better condition than him.
There are dark clouds all over tonight, covering the moon and stars, and no light can be seen. Fang Zilan stood by the railing on the roof, calmed down, and stroked her injured leg with her hand.
"Miss Fang, your legs are injured, why are you so reluctant?" Yin Quanzhang held a candle and slowly walked to Fang Zilan's side.
The candle in his hand was unstable and could be swallowed up by darkness at any time.
