After leaving Xichun Tower, Su Yonglin returned to the Wanlong store where he was temporarily staying without any hindrance.
Wanlong Hotel is a well-known private high-end hotel in Lin'an City. It specializes in receiving wealthy businessmen. Although it is not as large as government-run hotels such as Taihe Tower, it has three floors like Xichun Tower.
There are ordinary rooms on the first floor, medium rooms on the second floor, and upper rooms on the top floor.
The superior rooms are exquisitely decorated, the furniture is made of exquisite materials, and the bedding is soft, warm, and clean. When you lie on it, it is so soft that your whole body feels like you are sinking into the bed. It is very comfortable.
What's even better is that there are service staff on duty 24 hours a day and 24 hours a day, specially prepared for room guests. Whenever you need it, there will be extremely considerate and timely room service.
Hot water and hot food are the minimum, and they can all be delivered to your door.
Taking a bath is no problem, you just need to bring a change of clothes. The hotel will boil hot water and prepare bathing utensils for you, so that you can fully enjoy the pleasure of bathing.
If you are too lazy to go out, the store can also provide you with takeout and delivery services, making you feel at home.
The service is so impressive, and the price is naturally also impressive.
A night's stay costs upwards of 500 cents, and many services require additional charges.
Of course, Su Yonglin, who is engaged in "maritime business", will never be unable to afford this money.
After going up to the third floor and walking to the door, Su Yonglin pushed the door open and saw Su Yong, the personal guard sitting inside, looking at him with wide eyes, a panicked look on his face, his hands behind his back, and his breath was disordered.
Su Yonglin stared at his face for a few seconds, then walked up to him and stretched out her hand to him.
"Bring it here."
"Alang, I..."
"Bring it!"
"Here."
Su Yong hesitated for a second, lowered his head, and handed the thing he was looking at to Su Yonglin with both hands, very obediently.
Su Yonglin took it and looked at it. It was a copy of "Farewell Biography of Zhao Feiyan".
I opened it and flipped through it, and I saw that this legendary story, which was originally suitable for all ages, had been embellished and added many details of Zhao Feiyan and Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty playing sports together.
The brushstrokes are quite delicate and the descriptions are very detailed. At first glance, it seems to be the work of a talented person with rich experience and good writing skills who has plenty to eat and nothing to do.
Su Yonglin also ate some of Sun Yuanqi's farewell meal, and his heartbeat was a little faster now. However, in order to ensure his dignity in front of his subordinates, Su Yonglin immediately closed the book.
"I teach you literacy so that you can understand Sun Tzu's art of war and learn the art of battle formation. If you can use it in the future, you can help me. It seems that Zhao Feiyan should not pass it on. After reading this, do you still want to read it? Yang Taizhen’s side story?”
As soon as Su Yonglin finished speaking, Su Yong raised his head and looked at him in shock, like a prisoner whose conspiracy was revealed by a detective.
Su Yonglin suddenly understood.
"Take it out, take it all out, don't let me do it myself."
"Alang..."
Su Yong had a pleading look on his face, and he lowered his eyebrows like a big golden retriever who had made a mistake and begged his master for forgiveness.
Su Yonglin glared, and Su Yong was scared for a second. He didn't dare to beg for forgiveness, and immediately took out all the things he should take out and gave them to Su Yonglin.
Good guy, there are seven or eight books in a bag, including the biography of Yang Taizhen, the biography of Li Wa, Jade Begonia, and Youxian Cave. After opening it and taking a quick look, Su Yonglin felt that his eyes were full of mosaics.
Some of the books themselves are not problematic color books, they are just ordinary romance novels. They also have profound critical meaning and can be used to criticize feudal society.
Mainly because some people who had nothing to do but had enough to eat added fuel and jealousy to the story. They rewrote a story that was originally enlightening for all ages and made it completely different and full of color. They then quietly re-released it and it was very popular among the citizens of Lin'an.
The further sinking of education, the improvement of papermaking and printing, and the growth of the citizen class brought about by the prosperity of commerce actually produced unexpected results at this level.
So Su Yonglin's heart beat faster.
He was also angrier.
Su Yonglin closed the magically revised version of Yang Taizhen's Gaiden with a snap, and drove the intense multiplayer sports scene between Yang Yuhuan and Tang Xuanzong out of his head. Su Yonglin stared at Su Yong.
"Confiscated them all! You guys, the good ones are uneducated and the bad ones are self-taught. Where did you buy them all? Huh?"
When Su Yong heard this, he was as anxious as a loyal dog whose tail was stepped on by its owner but didn't dare to get angry.
"Alang, forget it about Zhao Feiyan. Don't confiscate the others. Those are all brothers who asked me to... ah."
Su Yong covered his mouth and his eyes were as big as bells.
Good guy, it’s still a group crime!
Su Yonglin immediately had the urge to launch a rectification movement.
"Teach you how to read, teach you how to read and write, and make you educated. OK, once you become educated, do you start reading this kind of thing?"
Su Yonglin took a deep breath, and the majestic anger made the sturdy Su Yong shrink into a ball and tremble.
But after thinking about it, Su Yonglin felt that this was also human nature.
They like to do things like color, but they may not like it. After all, we are all human.
Besides, it's not that important.
After going through this matter in his head, he shook his head helplessly, sat down, and threw the bundle on the table.
"Forget it, this is not an important matter. Just put it away. Changsheng has taken care of the matter. We will leave Lin'an early tomorrow morning and return to Dinghai."
Su Yong was stunned for a moment, and then his expression changed.
"Alang, isn't it too easy to let that thief Sun Yuanqi die on his bed? Our family was in such danger at first, and it was all this thief who was responsible for it. Later, he showed mercy and helped others. I don't think he should be stabbed. The dozen or so transparent holes are really annoying!”
Su Yong looked like he was gnashing his teeth. The big golden retriever who had just a low eyebrow was now like a strong Tibetan mastiff ready to go. He wanted a fierce man to rush up and bite Sun Yuanqi's throat open.
Su Yonglin's preparation for Sun Yuanqi's death began very early.
He had early arranged for one of his cronies, Su Changsheng, to work as a servant in Xichun Building and get to know the people there. He also spent a small amount of money to buy meals and drinks inside Xichun Building to improve his popularity within the building.
At the time of the operation, Su Changsheng had already become the foreman in Xichun Tower and was able to personally "serve" Su Yonglin and Sun Yuanqi.
Then just when it was time to serve, I added a little bit of seasoning to the meal.
There is something on every plate, but the portion is not large. If you eat less, you will blush a little at night and your heartbeat will speed up, but you won't have much of a reaction.
It's just that Sun Yuanqi has always loved to eat, and he has a big appetite. The food in Xichunlou is very delicious. Every time he is invited to eat, he will eat up all the food and start a disc operation. From this point of view, he is quite cherishing it. of food.
Therefore, the dose he took tonight was enough to keep him excited and energetic all night long until he died.
So it's no wonder that Su Yong felt upset.
As the saying goes, it is romantic to die under peonies and become a ghost. How could a thief like Sun Yuanqi deserve such a romantic death?
This guy's price to be the protector of the Su family is not cheap.
Giving gifts on a daily basis or during holidays is child's play, and it's hard to make him really happy even if you rack your brains to come up with something new.
What this guy likes most is the ground.
If Su Yonglin wants to please him, he has to help him buy land in his hometown and build a house for him. The land price in his hometown is expensive, and every time it is a big loss.
In the early years, when Su Yonglin's grandfather Su Dingguang was still alive, his asking price was quite realistic because of his previous superior-subordinate relationship.
After Su Dingguang's death, he plotted against the Su family and used many shady methods. If Su Yonglin hadn't acted decisively, it would have been impossible to prevent the Su family from being completely swallowed up by him.
In this way, Su Yonglin could not retaliate against him because he needed to continue to be the protector of the Su family.
Without Sun Yuanqi's protection, the Su family's brainless business would really not be able to continue.
I can only compromise and compromise, and act like a grandson in front of him.
"Taking advantage of others, he is indeed not a thing, but thanks to him, our business can continue and we can accumulate enough capital to go north. This is the most important thing."
Su Yonglin walked to the window, opened it, looked north, and clenched his fists.
"Ayong, Zhao Kaishan is almost ready. We should go over and meet him soon. Before leaving, let Sun Yuanqi die on the bed, and we will be clean. From now on, Southern Song Dynasty and I will... It doesn’t matter anymore.”
Southern Song Dynasty.
Su Yong remembered that he had called Song Guo this way since he followed Su Yonglin when he was very young.
Su Yonglin said that he looked down on the Southern Song Dynasty from the bottom of his heart, and even more looked down on the Zhao Guan family, thinking that the Zhao Guan family were complete cowards.
Then he slowly told Su Yong, a group of friends who had followed him since childhood, how the Song Dynasty was transformed into the [Southern Song Dynasty] by the Jin people.
He spoke very carefully and in detail, and also described how the Jin people insulted the two emperors of Huiqin and their wives and daughters.
His speech was very contagious.
Su Yonglin's eyes would well up with tears when talking about emotional parts, and even more angry when talking about Yue Fei's death.
So his attitude soon became the attitude of Su Yong and others.
When he heard the story about the Zhao and Song clan being humiliated and his wife and daughter being put into the laundry for the Jin Dynasty's powerful people to enjoy as much as they wanted, he was filled with anger and felt that he was the one who was being insulted.
Immediately afterwards, he despised the Southern Song Dynasty and the cowardly Zhao Guan family. He mourned his misfortune and was angry that he would not fight. His heart was filled with a strong desire to avenge his previous humiliation.
But they didn't know how to avenge their shame. They were filled with anger and had nowhere to vent, which made them very uncomfortable.
So Su Yonglin took the opportunity to tell them that they could not avenge their shame by staying in the Southern Song Dynasty. There was no hope in the Southern Song Dynasty. If they wanted to avenge their shame, they must leave the Southern Song Dynasty and seek hope in the vast Central Plains.
"A noble man, I would rather die fighting in the Central Plains than die in the gentle countryside beside the West Lake!"
Su Yonglin, who was only 12 years old at the time, delivered such a speech to his group of friends. The friends' blood surged, they clenched their fists and roared loudly. They all expressed their intention to fight and die together with Su Yonglin in the Central Plains.
Then Su Yonglin really made a plan and started working towards this goal.
So far, it has been eight years.
During this period, many things happened in the Su family, but Su Yonglin's ambition never changed and he made full preparations. Soon, he would really fulfill his vow.
A lot of people might really die if they go there, and maybe all of them will die in the Central Plains.
After all, what they are going to fight against is the hegemon and the strongest country in East Asia for a period of time.
However, as Su Yonglin said, everyone will die eventually, and it is better to die in a vigorous battle than to die in a gentle village by the West Lake.
As soon as he thought of this, Su Yong's heart was filled with fire, and looking at Su Yonglin's back, he was filled with infinite yearning and hope.
"Ayong."
Su Yonglin, who was looking out the window with his back to Su Yong, suddenly spoke out.
"Alang, what's wrong?"
Su Yong asked hurriedly.
Su Yonglin turned around and looked at him with a smile.
"Are you hungry?"
"ah?"
"I'm hungry. I didn't eat much tonight. Let's go to the night market to eat something."
"okay!"
Su Yong laughed naively, then packed up and followed Su Yonglin out, and the two of them merged into the crowded Lin'an night with bright lights.
