Those who are familiar with Bingcheng outside Fengcheng have all heard of the name Buwu Tea House. Especially in recent years, the shops in Waibingcheng that cannot support it really seem to be defeated like a mountain. Maybe I was wandering around the street in the first two days. After a few steps, I wrote down the plaques on the door of several shops. After two days, I walked around the streets and alleys and saw that the plaques had been replaced and a new shop had opened.
Han Jiangling rarely walks in the streets and alleys, but over the years, he has seen many shops that have changed their doors. There are only a few shops that can last for several years in Waibing City, such as Buwu Teahouse. Among them, if there is a lot of free time, even Han Jiangling, who is not willing to go out, will go to this teahouse. Naturally, he cannot be compared with those who come and go to play with money. At most, he just wants to have a pot of tea. The reasonably priced sharp-leaf tea soup can be poured and drank by oneself, which is a good way to pass the long time in the city.
Shops that are targeted by Fu Guiru in the small building in the west of the city often end up in a very miserable way. This is a strange thing that many people in the city know about, and there are traces of it after all. Fu Guiru can't blame him. Ru made a lot of profit from the accounts, while others could only get two or three percent of the profit, but when it was Fu Guiru's turn, he actually made 40%. It shouldn't be such a huge profit, but Fu Guiru did the opposite. And by doing so, with his extremely heavy money and the manpower at hand, he was able to raise the profit from this business to as much as 40%.
And with such huge profits, business is still booming, and there are always people who are willing to risk their lives to take a gamble. If something really good comes to them, the future is bright, and the 40% profit can create a smooth path, enough for the whole family and the descendants to benefit from it, then Even if the profit is 100%, it seems worth a try.
It's a pity that since the woman in the small building started this business, almost without exception, she planned to make a comeback, but in the end she was alone, and when she spent all her wealth to pay off the 40% of the debt, she was shocked to realize that all this time has passed. , only that woman had the easiest time getting money.
Unless they are desperate, no one would be willing to shoulder the heavy burden of forty percent profit for nothing, and as long as there is a desperate way out, most of them will not go to the small building to do business with the most cruel and ruthless woman. , in the end, they may not be as good as ordinary people, their wealth is gone, and they will be expelled from the city. I am afraid that if they want to enter Fengcheng again in the future, it will be difficult for them to jump over the dragon gate and the skinny tiger to jump through the gorge.
Therefore, Han Jiangling knew that this Buwu Tea House had been delayed for several months and had not paid back the capital owed from the woman together with the 40% profit. Han Jiangling already knew that this place had been maintained the longest in Waibing City. A tea house must have a high threshold that cannot be climbed, and this threshold is so high that it may prevent all ordinary people in the city from going out.
However, in this case, one code will always come down to the other, and Han Jiangling has never wanted to be one of those unreasonable bastards. But even though this Buwu Tea House has been around for a long time, it still has a good reputation among business customers. , but since I have borrowed money from Fu Guiru, it is natural to pay back the debt.
The road you choose, even if you go to the oil knife mountain, you still have to grit your teeth and get to the end. This is the greatest truth in the world. Han Jiangling thinks this way and does the same thing. He never thinks that this truth has any meaning. I don't think I will be embarrassed by others or myself by acting this way.
When we stepped into Buwu Tea House, the sky was getting darker and darker. It was clearly not yet noon, and the skylight in the city had already disappeared. Many people who passed by had poor eyesight, and they had already lit up their lamps. Most of the people who were traveling from north to south to make a living, were fully dressed in coir raincoats and bamboo hats, and continued to quicken their pace, hoping that by running around for a while, they could save another day's food and clothing for their families. Therefore, no one wanted to take it lightly. Even more unwilling to find a place to rest for a while while waiting for the heavy rain to fall.
Some people are interested in tea drinking, some are interested in playing with money, and those who still have money left but are unyielding in their evil intentions are happy to enter brothels, but the number of people who listen to the rain has always been the smallest. The reason is probably because listening to the rain is a waste of time, and it cannot be used to deal with the business dealings of the rich and powerful. , since no one has such elegant taste, and the journey is in a hurry, of course not many people are willing to go and do such a thankless act.
Han Jiangling held an umbrella and stepped into the Buwu Teahouse. As expected, the business in the teahouse was extremely deserted. There were only two or three tables of guests playing punches and making money on the second floor of the Quiet Teahouse.
The waiter came up to him listlessly and asked Han Jiangling if he had any horses that needed to live in the land. However, after only a brief glance, he knew the general idea, so he spoke a little more slowly, and when Han Jiangling said that he wanted to find his own home. When he was the shopkeeper, the waiter frowned and looked at the latter, and then left in a hurry to report to his shopkeeper.
"Brother, look at the continuous heavy rain. You might as well go upstairs and talk about it. After all, I and a few others are playing with money, which is boring. It happens that strangers come to the door and play with me and a few others. It's just a boring moment. Look at me. The rain is about to fall, so it's fun to play with your hands." A man on the second floor saw Han Jiangling entering the teahouse, raised his eyebrows with a few others, and immediately greeted Han Jiangling downstairs, and intentionally or unintentionally touched Han Jiangling. Glancing everywhere.
But I didn't expect that Han Jiangling didn't refuse, but put down his umbrella in front of the tea house, took out some scattered silver coins from his arms, and sat down generously.
I remember that the person who taught Han Jiangling boxing was a weird man with a skin as old as an octogenarian and black hair and beard. I heard from others that he was a martial artist who sneaked into the city from outside the city. When he was young, he violated the city's laws several times due to injustices. Only then did he expel this man from the city. No one could tell whether it was true or false, what kind of laws and regulations he had violated, and what kind of grievances he had suffered. It seemed that Han Jiangling had acquired such skills for no reason, and suffered such grievances. A second glance at the old martial artist made him look inferior to others, which is why there were so many rumors. Although they never fell on Han Jiangling, they refused to get around the old martial artist.
In fact, after so many years, even Han Jiangling didn't think this person was very smart. His fisting and kicking skills were not bad, but he clearly had some hidden problems. When Han Jiangling secretly learned boxing, the old man always had to climb over the wall of the mansion. He came under the cover of night, but when he turned over and landed, he was not very smooth, and it had nothing to do with the rumored martial arts warriors' agile skills. However, he did his best to teach Kung Fu. Just a fist and palm movement was the same. This young man, whom he was quite optimistic about, passed down six sets of moves. He used fierce and fierce moves, attacking from the side to seize the opportunity, and he used no moves at all. He swept the vital points and hit seven inches, and the snakes and tigers pounced, and the most damaging and cruel , but in the hands of Han Jiangling, it was quite easy.
After the men at the two or three tables had lost more than ten hands in a row, the amount of money in front of Han Jiangling was very eye-catching, and the expressions of the originally sloppy men also changed from being sluggish to being stern. , every time they win another game, most of them will have red eyes and stare at this man who came for no reason. There is a sense of intimidation in it, but also a sense of confusion.
He is clearly an ordinary man in his thirties with no obvious skills. How can he have the guts to win more than a dozen hands in a row and still have the guts to continue playing?
Perhaps these ten men were all curious about what Han Jiangling could rely on, but the money in their arms was gradually becoming scarce, and they could not care too much.
When fighting in a teahouse, the tea bowl is often indispensable. But it was Han Jiangling who took action first. Taking advantage of his tea time, he swung the tea bowl with one hand and suddenly hit the back of the hand of the shaky man beside him. For a moment, he held down the man's immobile right hand with one hand and pointed at him. The area in his arms was gently lifted, and the man's shoulders and wrists were all separated. Unable to exert any force, Han Jiangling twisted his neck and threw him from the second floor to the downstairs, smashing an entire table. He fainted immediately.
The other men knew that they had been seen through, and they did not hide it. They stepped forward and threw fists and kicks. Han Jiangling did not try to challenge him, but kicked the table to stop him. Unfortunately, it was of no use. The fists and kicks of these dozen men were not used. Whether it was exquisite or not, it was so powerful that the table was immediately shattered and scattered everywhere.
At this time, Han Jiangling did not retreat but advanced. He linked his palms together, separated his palms from the front and back, and switched his palms with a single sword. He landed on the necks of the three people in front of him one by one, smashing them over one after another. His shoulders and elbows were frequently used to attack the vital parts, which immediately made the two unable to move. , coughing up blood, which clearly injured the lungs and big muscles, and both of them died in a matter of seconds.
After all, two fists were no match for four hands. Even though Han Jiangling's fists were strong and fierce, he was still restrained by a dozen men. His heart was firmly hit by six or seven kicks, all of which were kicked to the heart veins. , his shoulder was hit twice by a bench, he struggled to suppress the blood in his throat, he knocked several people over with his fists, and jumped down from the second floor, taking this opportunity to catch his breath for a while and adjust his breath.
There was blood flowing on the back of his head. It was probably because he had been hit twice on the bench just now and his skin had been broken. Although the injuries were not necessarily serious, the dozen or so people left in front of him were still difficult to deal with. Based on what Han Jiangling had learned when he was young. The following sets of fist and palm techniques are best suited for one-on-one fights where one is fighting for one's life. Whether it is to remove someone's limbs or to kill someone with authority, they are all excellent, but they are difficult to fight against many.
With a stick of incense, Han Jiangling wiped off the blood on his face, sat in front of the teahouse door, twisted his shoulders and pressed his elbows, snapped his left arm that was no longer hanging by his side back to its original place, swayed his body, and raised his right leg. Wiping away the blood on his head, he remained silent from beginning to end, but beads of sweat rolled to the floor.
There was blood everywhere in the tea house, but no one lost their life. I don't know if someone spared his life or if he really didn't have the ability.
"Throughout the ages, people have killed people to repay debts and repay money. It's a natural thing. Since the shopkeeper kept his hand, he should know the moral principles. Why is he so reluctant to come out to see me?" Everyone knows that Han Jiangling is mostly bluffing at this time, and there is nothing extra. No matter how hard it is, there is still an old man walking leisurely from the teahouse, slowly walking out of the door, sitting side by side with Han Jiangling, looking at the thousands of raindrops in the middle of the street, it seems that the whole city is empty, it can barely be said that it is a reunion of old friends. .
