If you can make a profit without losing money, what kind of business in this world can make a profit without losing money?
Of course, only business without capital can make a steady profit without losing money, but what kind of business does not require capital?
If the men in white who were escorting the escorts were the robbers, then the jewels worth one hundred thousand taels of gold were their capital. If these jewels were robbed by others, how could they ensure that they would make a steady profit without losing any money?
The answer is of course to be compensated by the escort agency, but if the escort loses contact, the escort agency can only compensate the escort designated by the escort.
The escort designated by the escort in white is Wujiu Villa, so if the escort wants to make a profit without losing money, he must have a direct relationship with Wujiu Villa. In other words, Wujiu Villa may be the escort.
Of course, Xiao Ding had thought of these problems for a long time, so they went to Wugou Villa, but the fat woman weighing two to three hundred kilograms really didn't look like a murderous demon. It scared her so much that she was sweating profusely.
Xiao Ding has thought about every possibility, but every possibility has been overturned by himself. If it weren't for what Tang Qingqing said just now, he would have almost given up.
Tang Qingqing could imagine that the biggest beneficiary of this escort robbery case was Wugou Villa. Of course, the person who robbed the escort also knew that others would track down Wugou Villa sooner or later. How could he hide it?
Who would have thought that a fat woman weighing two to three hundred pounds would be related to a robbery worth one hundred thousand taels of gold? Who would believe that a fat woman who needs the support of three or four people to even sit up could be a murderous devil?
The first mistake Xiao Ding made was trusting his own judgment too much.
Everything they saw was just a show carefully arranged by others to make them feel that they were looking in the wrong direction.
The second mistake Xiao Ding made was not looking for Song Yuanwai immediately.
If you go to the south of the city at that time to see if the Song Shide that the fat woman mentioned is really a person, check if this Song Yuanwai is really a grain merchant, and ask if there is a fat woman secretly raising prices with him, you can prove it. What the fat woman said was true or false.
Now, will they still let Song Yuanwai live?
Just when everyone thought that Song Yuanwai was dead, Song Yuanwai was still alive and well.
Song Yuanwai had obviously seen a lot of the world, and he had made friends with many people in the world like Xiao Ding and Sikong Zhiyue, so he didn't look scared when Xiao Ding and the others stood in front of him.
"Are you Song Yuanwai? Is your name Song Shide? Are you really a businessman in the grain business?"
"I am Song Yuanwai, and I am Song Shide. How can I be called Yuanwai if I don't do business?" Song Yuanwai looked at the granary behind him and seemed to find Xiao Ding's question a bit funny.
Of course, it was not only him who found it funny, but also the guys who were carrying the grain. Song Yuanwai had lived in the south of the city all his life, and this was the first time someone had asked him this.
"Then do you know the fat boss of Wugou Villa? I heard that she is secretly bidding with you?" Xiao Ding is also smiling. When he can laugh, he will never cry, but his smile is not much different from crying. .
Song Yuanwai laughed and said: "I know Boss Zhang, Boss Wang, and Boss Li, but I don't know the Fat Boss, and I haven't heard of the Wugou Villa."
"You don't know about Wugou Villa in Lin'an City? You don't know about such a big Wugou Villa? And you don't know about that fat woman with two or three hundred hands?" Xiao Ding simply suspected that Member Song was playing tricks on him, he asked with a sullen face Outside the Song Dynasty.
Song Yuan also felt that Xiao Ding was amusing himself, so he replied patiently: "I have lived in Hangzhou all my life. I have heard of Biyun Villa, Juxian Villa, and Cuiyue Villa, but I have never heard of Wu Gu. Villa. I have never heard that a fat man of two to three hundred pounds can still do grain business, and he is still a woman. Haha..." As he said this, he felt that the question Xiao Ding asked was very funny, and he couldn't help but laugh. laugh it out.
The guys also laughed together. They had been busy all day, and they really didn't expect to hear such a funny joke.
Xiao Ding felt that he was the joke, so he could only laugh with them.
Immaculate Villa.
Those fine marble paved roads are still very clean, not even a leaf on them.
The fat woman is still there, but she is no longer lying on the wooden couch made of sandalwood, which is as big as someone else's bed. She stands in front of the wooden couch with her head lowered, and the three-foot-long pear wood cigarette rod falls on the bed. On the ground, no one packed tobacco leaves for her, and no one rubbed her shoulders or hit her back.
Because all the servants and maids were lying on the ground, could it be that they had all collapsed from exhaustion?
Opposite the fat woman stood a man, dressed in white as snow, with a pale mask on his face.
It seemed that this was not the first time that the fat woman had seen this man in a white mask, but she seemed to be too frightened to speak.
"This period of time is the happiest day in your life. No one else has even enjoyed a day like this, so you should be very satisfied." The man in the white mask spoke in a strange voice, as if he came from the underworld, and also sounded like Coming from the Nine Heavens Wonderland, he spoke very slowly, and every word seemed to be spoken after careful consideration.
The fat woman did not speak because she had no chance to speak. When she wanted to speak, a sword suddenly appeared on her neck.
Song Yuanwai did not lie to Xiao Ding and the others.
There really isn't any Wugou Villa in Lin'an City.
But they had just been here yesterday. Did they collectively have a dream? Have you all been to a place called Wugou Villa in your dreams?
The road is correct, and there are still the ruts left by yesterday's "cloud cart" on the ground. The old horses know the way, and the three horses pulling the cart today walked very familiarly.
When they came yesterday, they saw in front of them a high courtyard wall, a vermilion gate, and a large four-character plaque hanging across the door. On the plaque were the four characters "Wugu Villa". The plaque was made of fine nanmu. .
When they entered yesterday, there was an elderly servant leading the way. In front of them were fine marble paved roads, pavilions, steps and corridors, rockery ponds, flower gardens, swings and courtyards. There were always people everywhere. During the cleaning, even if it is a leaf that just fell from the tree, or the droppings of the birds in the sky, someone will deal with it immediately.
They saw a fat woman weighing two to three hundred pounds, reclining on a wooden couch made of sandalwood. The wooden couch was covered with a complete piece of tiger skin. The wooden couch was wider than an ordinary bed.
She held a three-foot-long pear wood tobacco stick in her hand, and a servant was filling the pipe with tobacco leaves.
At that time, there were two maids behind her who were vigorously rubbing her shoulders and back. It seemed that the two maids had used all their strength, but she still felt that the strength was not enough, and she was still cursing.
Xiao Ding still remembers that three or four people worked together to help the fat woman up and sit on the wooden couch.
Nothing seems to have changed now, and nothing seems right anymore.
The red door on the courtyard wall is still there, and the plaque made of nanmu is still there. There are four words on the plaque, but it is not Wugou Villa, but "Guiyun Villa".
Nothing in the hospital has changed, except that there are no people, no fat women and no thin women.
The servants and maids seemed to have run out of the painting, cleaned the courtyard and then ran back into the painting. The manor was as quiet as a painting.
Fortunately, there is another person in this painting, a person who should not be in this painting.
The wooden couch as big as a bed was still there, and there was a person smoking on the wooden couch. The cigarette rod was still the same three-foot-long pear wood cigarette rod, but the person was not the fat woman.
The man lying on the wooden couch smoking a cigarette turned out to be an old beggar.
