It was almost time for Luo Fan to leave the Chief Police Department.
Exactly, every house is closed and everyone is sleeping peacefully.
Luofan took off his night clothes. Wearing a black arrest suit and a bronze medal hanging on his waist, he came to the bustling Zhongyang Street.
On the street, a few brothels and wine shops had only scattered lights. There is only one three-story red building, "Fengyue Building", which is still brightly lit and bustling.
Across the street from the Red House, several snack shops were still open.
Luofan smelled the aroma of food from a distance and came to a meat pie shop.
The shop is small, with a clay stove and a chopping board blocking the door.
The shop owner is an old man with a gray beard. He wears a blue cotton-padded jacket and a blue round hat. He looks honest and loyal.
The old man is standing behind the chopping board, skillfully making cakes. In the willow basket in front of the chopping board, half a basket of meat pies has been made. It seems that there is no need to worry about sales this late at night.
Luo Fan came to the front of the shop and greeted with a smile: "Boss, you are quite busy at this late hour."
The boss looked up and saw a catcher coming, so he quickly stopped. He greeted with a smile: "Hey, the boss is here. Not only is the location good, but the gentlemen in the building opposite also have a good taste. My fresh meat pie is generous and delicious, and no one will forget it after eating it." Would you like to try one too?"
Luo Fan smiled: "Hey, I'll never forget it after eating it. Then I have to try it. Two pieces! How much is it?"
The boss smiled: "Five cents each, ten cents in total."
Luo Fan took out two coins of broken silver and threw it on the table, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I don't have any copper coins with me. Just keep the account. Next time I come, I'll eat some more cakes from you."
The boss picked up two pieces of meat pie from the box, wrapped it in paper and handed it to Luofan. He smiled and said: "Okay! Don't worry. Although the old man is old, he has a good brain. Who has ever given money to these guests who come and go? , I remember it exactly.”
Luofan stood eating the cake, looking at the red building across the street, chatting: "Boss, you are such an honest person. This is the most prosperous area of Qicheng, and the people who come and go are all powerful and wealthy businessmen. You only sell one cake. Five cents is really not expensive."
The boss smiled and said: "The old man has been working for decades, and the price has always been this. It mainly depends on the volume of regular customers, and he is embarrassed to increase the price. In this way, he can make a living in a month."
Luo Fan smiled and said: "How about you being an honest person? However, the location here is so good, no one will compete with you?"
The boss continued to roll out the cakes and replied with a smile: "These days, even if you don't have any background, Northwest Wind can't grab a drink. As long as there is a penny business, the black and white gangs will also rob eight or nine cents. But in our flag city It’s different. Flag City is the territory of King Wu. Most of the industry in this city belongs to Prince Wu’s Mansion. I am also good at fortune telling, and my son is also capable. He is now working as an errand in Prince Wu’s Mansion. Otherwise, how would I get my turn in this good location? Others know about my son. Since I'm from Prince Wu's Mansion, I don't dare to bully me. Besides, even though my shop is small, I still give twenty taels to Prince Wu's Mansion every month!"
"Twenty taels?"
Luofan was also surprised.
Five cents per piece of cake, twenty taels is four thousand cakes, and this does not include the cost. The protection fee for Prince Wu's Mansion is high enough.
Luofan smiled again: "Oh, with such a high salary, you are very lucky to have a hard time. However, since your son is so promising, it is time to go home and take care of him. As a human being, a lifetime of hard work is in vain, no matter how much you earn Money is of no use. Why not just go and be free."
The boss smiled happily: "The catcher is really good at joking! Who in this world would hate having too much money? Few of those gentlemen who have gold and silver at home can rest. Besides, I've been making cakes all my life, and I won't do it for a day." , I still feel uncomfortable. This may be what the fortune teller calls a bad fate. Unless I can't move, I really want to work for the rest of my life."
Luofan smiled: "No, no no! Be honest and work hard to get rich. God will not deceive you, and ghosts will not offend you. You have a good life. I admire you. It's not like us young people who want to sit down when we are standing. I just want to lie down, I want to lie down and die. However, I advise you to be careful and don’t talk about Prince Wu’s Mansion and Jianghu. Talking too much is too dangerous."
The boss smiled and said, "I can't help but say a few more words because of your kindness. I'm a good judge of people. You are a good person."
Luo Fan chuckled and said, "Boss, you have such good eyesight! I'm such a good person, I can't even bear to step on the ants on the ground. I'm really happy chatting with you. Two more cakes!"
Luo Fan stopped talking to the old man and continued to eat the cake.
While looking carefully at the three characters "Feng Yue Tower" on the plaque of the Red Building opposite.
Although Feng Yue Tower is a Feng Yue place, its background is not small.
There are hundreds of Fengyue Towers blooming all over the thirty-six cities in the world. The girls in this building are all excellent in sex and art, and can attract all the wealthy families and knight-errants to send money to them. In this way, if the business is very big, it can be considered as a daily income.
Just like what the owner of the meat pie shop said just now, whenever there is a penny in the transaction, both black and white will take away eight or nine cents. But no one dared to get involved in Feng Yue Tower's business. Even if there was a gang that dared to take advantage of Fengyue Tower, they soon disappeared from the world.
Everyone in the world knows that the boss of Fengyue Tower is not simple, but no one knows his true identity.
However, he must have an unusual relationship with Gu Yunzheng, the leader of the Baidao Alliance. Because the plaque on Fengyue Tower was written by Gu Yunzheng himself.
Luo Fan gnawed on the meat pie and saw the three characters "Feng Yue Lou" written by Gu Yunzheng himself.
He thought about it and said: "The calligraphy is average. I heard that Gu Yunzheng's family was poor when he was young and he was just a cowherd boy. It should be true. Although this calligraphy is not good, it is more powerful than the real calligraphy. It is indeed the handwriting of a top master in the family. Look at the shape of this soaring dragon, with the domineering power of wanting to soar into the sky. Gu Yunzheng has already been the leader of the Baidao Alliance, and he still has such ambitions. What a powerful thief!"
At this time, a girl in green ran out of the building. The steps are light and brisk, like a green leaf.
The girl has a delicate appearance, red lips and white teeth. When he came to Luofan, he saluted briskly and said with a naughty smile: "This young master catcher. You have been standing outside for a long time. My lady, please invite the young master into the building to listen to the piano and drink tea. Can you please do it for me?"
Luo Fan ate the cake and said with a smile, "Do you have any wine?"
The girl smiled slyly: "Of course. Although the young master has just arrived in Flag City, he has been looking at this plaque for a long time. You should know that we are the most elegant Feng Yue Tower in Flag City. How can we be called Feng Yue without wine?"
Luofan: "I was just thinking of eating the cake with wine!"
When I looked back, I didn't forget to say hello to the boss: "Boss! You are busy. I went inside to drink."
The boss smiled: "Hey! Please walk slowly."
Luofan followed the little maid into Fengyue Tower.
Seeing Luo Fan leave, the old man who made the cake lost all his shamelessness, his dull eyes became shrewd, and he said to himself: "Luo Fan! He has come to Flag City, he must have something in mind."
At this time, Zhao Xue and He Mingming followed quickly from a distance.
Seeing Luo Fan enter Feng Yue Tower, the two stopped.
Standing on the street, the clouds are hazy, the wind is blowing, and the autumn cold is approaching. In the Guanfengyue Tower, the lights are warm, the sound is wonderful, and the beauty is delicate!
He Mingming held the sword in both hands, with a look of contempt on his face, and criticized: "No wonder he loves money so much. One song in Fengyue Tower costs five taels of silver. He has been in and out of such places just one day after he came. I'm afraid he has bad morals."
Seeing He Mingming's face full of jealousy, Zhao Xue joked: "You know it very well. I'm afraid you come and go to Fengyue Tower often."
He Mingming blushed and said in embarrassment: "Second sister, you can't talk nonsense. Most people in the world like to go to such places, and it is inevitable for us to come and go when investigating cases. Besides, how can I afford such an expensive hobby with my little salary? .”
Zhao Xue smiled: "You can't afford to be well-off! There are no good people in a place like this. In a few days, the second sister will find you a good wife. Don't always go to places like this!"
He Mingming blushed: "Second sister! I don't have it!"
Zhao Xue yawned, stretched, and said with a tired look on his face: "No wonder he didn't go to live in the official residence. It turned out that he had a better place to go. I'm too lazy to care about him. I haven't slept well in three days, so you and I will go home separately." Come home."
Waving her hands, Zhao Xue left.
He Mingming looked at Fengyue Tower, touched the shriveled silver bag in his arms, and let out a long sigh!
Walking to the cake shop, he shouted proudly: "Boss! Bring me five cakes today!"
The boss smiled warmly: "Hey, congratulations. I only eat three cakes on weekdays, but today I want five. Can you finish it?"
He Mingming glared: "If you can't finish eating, I'll make it breakfast! I can't afford to go to Fengyue Tower, and I can't afford to eat a few of your cakes!"
The boss smiled: "Yes, yes. The old man talks too much. Please forgive me!"
He Wenming held five meat pies and walked back to the chief arresting department angrily.
His family was of a commoner background, unlike the other six divine catchers who were all born into wealth. Later, he was lucky enough to learn a lot of skills from Xue Yang, and he got the official title of Divine Catcher, and his salary was quite generous. But in a high position, there are many favors. It costs a lot to save money to buy a house, marry a wife and have children. He really couldn't afford to go to a place like Fengyue Tower.
