When Zhu Kuai returned home, he happened to see Gao Yong rubbing his hands and standing at the foot of the door to wait. There was no south wind today, but the west wind was blowing for the first time in summer. Although it was not very fierce, it was still colder than usual. In addition, Outside the Baiqiong Tower, there were all green trees. The latter's lean figure felt cold all over as the west wind swept over him. He couldn't help but rub his hands together, and he often looked in the direction of the young man's mansion, feeling uneasy.
There is no such thing in the world as the principle of resolutely paying off the damage when fighting. Even if it is hard to get out of bed with a broken muscle or fracture for half a year, it is normal. Moreover, you come to the house for an appointment to fight and fight. It is natural to say that you should go to hell It fell on Shaoxia Yun, not to mention that the government in Bafang Street had always been unwilling to interfere too much. Even if Zhu Kuai stepped into the courtyard, he would not be able to bear the slightest punishment if his shoulders and arms were removed by the young man.
Gao Yong has never been a meticulous master, but after all, he has been walking in the world for many years. He has definitely seen too many things that are more unfair than this. Now he heard what the servants in the side building said, Zhu Kuai Qingchen I went out in a hurry during the season, and I immediately knew what this man was thinking, and I couldn't help but be curious, so I didn't even use half of a snack to satisfy my hunger. I just walked outside by myself, and stood outside the wall to investigate, for fear that it was... That Yun Shaoxia was also one of those people who came out of the Shura field to kill generals. He didn't care about martial ethics at all. After winning, he would ruthlessly take away half of Zhu Kuaiduo's life.
And Zhu Kuai walked out of the young man's mansion, feeling a little depressed. Not far away, he saw the lean man. He was about to raise his eyebrows when he saw that the man with not much flesh on his body was really intolerant of the cold. Rubbing his palms together, he launched a fierce and hard punch. However, this tall figure was too slender. No matter what the intention of the punch was, it was difficult to find any strength in the figure, which was like a dried bamboo pole. Meaning, on the contrary, it looks like a dead branch blowing in the wind, very dry.
"If I really taught Young Master Yun to beat him to death in the house, I think the person who would be most happy would be you, a mediocre person. Originally, your skills were not as good as mine, but then you will justifiably take over the title of the number one master in Baiqiong Tower, regardless of your face. They all make a lot of money."
But Zhu Kuai didn't feel angry at all. He slowly walked up to Gao Yong who was punching to relieve the cold. He seemed to want to say a few words, but he didn't have much words in his heart. In the end, he just curled his lips slightly and hummed twice. Aiming at the back of Gao Yong's head, he slapped him neither lightly nor hard.
The lean man turned around and glared.
"How can you denounce someone's innocence out of thin air? I was worried that Brother Zhu would suffer a loss when he came to discuss with me, so I hurriedly ran out. You think of me as a villain who wants to use other people's lives to gain benefits. It's really chilling."
The five-year-old man said nothing and laughed dully twice, but his facial expressions were much more relaxed than before.
Baiqiong Tower is said to be where the richest people live. Whichever woman has earned the most money in recent months will have to move her boudoir to a higher floor. And if it is a woman who lives on the seventh or eighth floor, she will have to move her boudoir to a higher floor for two or three months in a row. The income was mediocre, so they had to give up their seats. They took over their original residence, including the fine rouge, gouache, and porcelain vase handles. They had to pick and take them all away, leaving nothing to see. The dilapidated objects caught my eye and I moved downstairs in frustration.
This move may not be intentional by the original building owner, but the cause is the woman in the building. If it happens for two or three months in a row,
There is an endless stream of business, and there is no shortage of wealthy masters who come to visit. They always have to show off for a while with those women who have not been as good at business as themselves recently. They often have a lot of thorns in their words, which inevitably leads to many quarrels, and even more so. What's more, there are people who usually have deep grudges, but they don't hesitate to get entangled in one place, and two or two people get angry. As time goes by, the shopkeeper sets such a rule that the women in the building are not allowed to do anything, and the most they can do is After saying a few words, if there is anyone who strikes first, he will be punished with a stick and kneeling. Those who have a lot of money can choose their own residence. As for whether they are humiliated or not, they don't want to care.
The person with the highest position should be at the top, but the shopkeeper's house is located on the third floor. I don't know whether it is to avoid suspicion, or what the shopkeeper, who has been here since the establishment of Baiqiong Tower, has in mind. He has never changed his residence, and the women in the building are not allowed to approach the house. Except for the day when Qiao Lan came to the door, he was not rejected. There are many other women with such unpredictable thoughts, but none of them are successful. become.
Except when the door is open to welcome guests, most of the time the shopkeeper is in the Baiqiong Building, or he goes to the back and side of the building and sets up a wicker chair in a sunny place, crookedly. Reclining comfortably, he doesn't look like a shopkeeper in Bafang Street at all, but like an old man who goes out to laze around in an ordinary market. Although he is not confused about his age, he has no desires and desires, and only covets the money and sun all day long.
After Zhu Kuai returned to Baiqiong Tower, he did not go straight back to the house. Instead, he took Gao Yong, who had nothing to do, and went to the main building together. After half an hour of burning incense, Zhu Kuai came out of the backyard. A middle-aged man wearing a thin gown, holding a cattail leaf fan in one hand and a delicately woven birdcage in the other hand, saw the two people in front of him asking to see him, he couldn't help but frown slightly, and was very suspicious.
Martial arts warriors in the martial arts world are said to be difficult to discipline and restrain, but these warriors who have been bruised and bruised in the martial arts world and are willing to retreat from the martial arts world are easier to discipline than ordinary martial arts practitioners who are not bad at it, so the shopkeeper feels that he can be here It's very unusual to see these two people who usually don't want to show up, but are known as conscientious owners all day long.
"It is rare for the two of you to come here without telling me, but it seems very rude to me, the little shopkeeper. The host also asked me to build some friendships with a few masters who have retired from the world, but when I think about it, it turns out that I have failed. In response to the host's request, you two are here today. What do you think?" The middle-aged shopkeeper seemed to have just finished teasing the birds in the cage. He covered the outside of the cage with a black handkerchief and smiled gently. Suddenly he remembered that he seemed to be a little rude. , then they welcomed the two people into the house, found a secluded area, and let them sit down first.
Zhu Kuai rarely moves around on weekdays. It seems that the shopkeeper has no airs, but his face is much more natural. A smile appears from his dull face, "What did the shopkeeper say? It's because he doesn't move around often." There is no reason to blame the shopkeeper for the fault of the two of us. I think that when the two of us retired from the world and had nowhere to go, it was thanks to the shopkeeper that he looked up to us and received the monthly salary for many years. I am really ashamed."
Gao Yong naturally echoed the words. After all, he was a figure who came out of the world. A few polite greetings may not seem important, but they are definitely indispensable.
"You two don't need to be so polite," the shopkeeper waved his hands repeatedly, saying that he couldn't be so polite. He put the birdcage in the shade under the table and asked for a bottle of wine with the two women who were standing beside him. It's just a side dish, so I asked
Inquire.
Zhu Kuai was not a procrastinator. He made his future intentions clear and did not say much. Instead, he looked at the person in front of him calmly and waited for a reply.
"The letter I received from Qiao Lan a few days ago must of course be inspected by me, the shopkeeper. At least every word on the letter must be read clearly." When mentioning this, the middle-aged shopkeeper was very excited. , The excitement intensified, "I think back then, when Baiqiong Tower first opened its doors, Bafang Street was not long after its completion. At that time, it was just an unknown place. Not to mention dignitaries, the only visitors were poor scholars or scoundrels. What a scoundrel, there was a scholar who used the ink in his belly to seduce a good-looking woman in the building and secretly handed over the money. I saw at a glance that the poem in the letter was hidden, so I immediately stood still. We only caught two people doing it on the second day."
"The poor scholar was beaten to pieces by the thugs in the building. He was hung on a tree in front of the door for two days. I don't know if the blood from his body flowed into his brain, and he died. He was exposed to the sun for three days and no one was ordered to collect the body. But the woman was Since that time, she has behaved well and behaved well, so that she can serve the guests well, no matter whether the visitor has weird thoughts or not, she has been treated well and comfortably, and she has been a guest for three full years. The courtesan left the brothel a few years ago, got property and a house, and lived a peaceful life."
The short-sighted man's expression remained motionless, but Gao Yong's eyes changed slightly, but soon became calm.
"I am here to seek this position. It is Baiqionglou's blessing that the shopkeeper does everything without revealing anything." Zhu Kuai took the drink and drank it in one gulp. "I thought that girl Qiao Lan was very thoughtful. Then The origin of the letter is unknown, so it’s better not to make any serious mistakes, but now it seems that he is just assuming the manager’s ability and acting a little abruptly.”
"In that letter, his father's voice sounded between the lines. He seemed to feel very sorry for his daughter," the shopkeeper said in annoyance, "People always behave like this. When they don't have money, they worry about money. What kind of bullshit is human nature thrown away to the nine heavens? When there is no shortage of money and enough food and drink, I want to pick up the humanity that I left out of my hands, but there is nothing so cheap in the world. I smash it with my own hands. There is a memorial arch, and no craftsman is willing to take over the work to repair it even if we give you money.”
Consciously speaking a little too much, the shopkeeper coughed twice, took two sips of wine, and then smiled at the two people in front of him again, "Don't worry, there must be no omissions in the letters that have passed through our hands, let alone two. A master of this caliber is here, and if he wants to get out of Bafang Street or Xuanhua City, it is just wishful thinking."
After chatting for a while, Zhu Kuai stood up and bowed to leave. Since he didn't talk much, the shopkeeper didn't stay too long. He just ordered the two women to bring the side dishes and drinks to the side building, and then got up to see them off.
But all three of them knew that what was delivered to the side building was not only the few plates of exquisite side dishes and the two bottles of very expensive drinks.
When the four of them came out of Baiqiong Tower, the shopkeeper looked around and no one was looking at his table. Then he felt relieved, got under the table again, picked up the tightly wrapped birdcage in his hand, and grinned. With a smile, he called two women to bring two pieces of flesh and blood and stuffed them into the birdcage with a very affectionate expression.
There are not many people in Xuanhua City, but the shopkeeper of Baiqionglou is the best at this.
