Wang Zhi's people arrived faster than expected.
He looked like he was just a dock porter dressed in ordinary clothes. He was shirtless and hunky-backed. He was notified to board the ship according to the rules, and then Fang Bi personally led him down to the bottom cabin.
Originally, Fang Bie was worried that they might not be able to lift it. After all, Fang Bie had seen the things inside. Except for the silk tea leaves, everything else was very heavy.
But the other party didn't care so much. They worked in pairs and carried it with a wooden stick. No matter whether it was gold, silver, treasures, tea leaves or silk, they all seemed to have the same weight, which meant that the sound of their feet stepping on the ship's plank was slightly different.
In short, in a blink of an eye, all twenty large boxes in the bilge were moved.
What does it mean not to have a single hair left?
"I originally expected to use these things to meet Wang Zhi." Fang Bie said with some melancholy.
"Aren't we going to meet you now?" Yin Ye said with a faint smile, "But do you really just want to meet Wang Zhi?"
"Otherwise, should I kill him?" Fang Bie asked quietly.
"Maybe." Yin Ye looked at Fang Faye and said with a calm smile.
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Hangzhou, above the West Lake.
A cruise ship is wandering quietly on the West Lake.
The oars broke the tranquility of the lake, and a fair-skinned middle-aged Confucian scholar was fishing with a pole at the stern of the boat.
Generally, boat fishing requires stopping the boat, because only in this way the swimming fish will not be disturbed.
And this West Lake boat was quietly shuttled among the emerald green lotus leaves, and even the fishing line was pulling out a slight slope in the lake water.
The lotus leaves are infinitely green, but now it is close to the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the lotus leaves are gradually withering. Although they have not turned into residual lotus, there are only lotus leaves, and it is much harder to see the lotus reflecting the sun.
"Why don't any fish take the bait?" the middle-aged Confucian scholar sighed.
"Master, if you calm down, the fish will naturally take the bait one after another." said the boatman behind the boat.
"How can it be so quiet?" the middle-aged Confucian scholar sighed.
"What's going on at Yingtian Mansion?" the middle-aged Confucian scholar asked.
"The seventy Japanese Ronin sent a dozen elites to secretly sneak into Yingtian Mansion, but unexpectedly, Hu Beizong found out and strangled them all."
"Among them, Beehive also sent its own assassins to take advantage of the chaos to assassinate Hu Beizong, but they were repelled by the mysterious masters around Hu Beizong."
"Trash." The middle-aged Confucian scholar said coldly.
"The mysterious master who stopped the assassin has been found out," the boatman continued.
"Who is it?" asked the middle-aged Confucian scholar.
"He is not from the south of the Yangtze River, but from the north." The boatman said, "His name is Shang Jiuge."
"Shang Jiuge?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar hesitated and said, "I have heard of this name."
"Yes, my lord has heard of it. I mentioned it before when I reported the news to my lord."
"Shang Jiuge, born in Huashan, is perhaps the most outstanding young master in the contemporary martial arts world."
"I'm only seventeen this year, and I'm already ranked 49th on the Honeycomb Jianghu List."
"Forty-nine?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar still had some idea of this ranking: "That's really incredible."
"How far does Luanyun fly?" the middle-aged Confucian scholar continued to ask.
"Da Xia Luan has not made a move for nearly three years, but after the last move, the record left behind was nineteenth on the Jianghu list." The boatman said.
"It's too low." The middle-aged Confucian scholar sighed.
"It's not low." The boatman shook his head and said, "My lord, I don't know. There are a large number of famous heads on the Jianghu list. It cannot be said that these heads have no strength, but their general strength is overestimated, and like Luan It is almost a miracle that a master like Da Xia, who has no sect and no sect, can reach the 19th place."
"Besides, now that Luan Daxia has received help from my lord, this time I take action, I have a chance to reach the top ten on the Jianghu list."
"After all, to put it bluntly, the Jianghu list is also based on a record."
The white-clothed Confucian scholar nodded: "So how are the arrangements of the Duzun Association?"
"Everything has been arranged in the Duzun Gui. The boat for the lord has been prepared. After eating the vinegar fish from West Lake tonight, we will rush to Yingtian Mansion overnight to attend this feast." The boatman said, and at this point, he Still hesitating to speak: "Lord..."
"You have been with me for so many years, so just say what you want." The scholar in white looked at the buoy in front of him quietly. The boat was still moving and the people were talking, so of course no fish would dare to bite such a bait.
"Does the Lord really want to hold this solemn meeting in Yingtian Mansion?" The boatman said: "Although the Lord has no plans left and his actions must have deep meaning, it is too risky."
"Once Ying Tianfu takes action, the distance is so close, I'm afraid even the Lord's safety will be in question."
"And my lord, you should know that others may have something to do, but you must never go on a business trip."
"After all, no one can take on such a huge inheritance except you."
The Confucian scholar in white smiled and said, "If you can't bear it, we will leave."
"There is no eternal empire, not to mention, we are just a group of bandits."
"However." The Confucian scholar in white looked in front of him: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit."
"Success or failure depends on this."
"The Duzun Association is set on Xuanwu Lake in Yingtian Mansion. I also have concerns and thoughts, but since there is always a showdown, it's better to choose the day than to hit it."
"Hu Beizong is an interesting person. I am very curious how he will entertain my arrival."
"Also, you told Xu Hai not to dock at sea."
"Until I return safely, Xu Hai will be the only master of this sea."
The boatman was shocked when he heard this: "Lord!"
This is tantamount to establishing an heir.
Why is this so?
"You don't need to persuade me. I have my own sense of proportion." The Confucian scholar in white waved his hand and said, "This time I went to Yingtian Mansion to seek skin from a tiger."
"But the other party is a tiger, and I, Wang Zhi, am not a kitten that can be manipulated by others."
"In short, the Eight Immortals crossed the sea and each showed their magical powers."
"At this point, don't hide it."
"Yes." The boatman responded in a low voice.
The white-clothed Confucian scholar in front of him was chatting and laughing and giving advice without any hint of evil. If someone really stood in front of him, he would never have imagined that he was the great pirate Wang Zhi who could almost stop a child from crying at night.
But now Wang Zhi can even boat on the lake in a grand manner, feeling unparalleled in his confidence.
In other words - he originally regarded the Hangzhou government as nothing.
"When Jiang Taigong fishes, whoever wants to take the bait will take the bait." Wang Zhi said with a low smile: "When I fish, I want to fish, so you will come."
Saying this, he quietly lifted the pole, and a silvery carp came out of dehydration, and was then held by the boatman in his hand.
"I'll eat it tonight." Wang Zhi put down the fishing rod, stood up, and stretched.
"Put more onion and ginger."
"The fish in West Lake has a strong earthy smell."
