More than a hundred people gathered at the door of Jushi Winery. There was a man standing on the steps, who seemed to be the tough black-faced man during the discussion that day.
He was shouting something from above, and the people below seemed to be inspired to fight, and everyone was furious.
"Ju Lao's business is our business!" shouted a young man below, waving his fist.
"Defend the Pima Chateau! Defend the winery! Defeat the bad guys!" A middle-aged man also shouted loudly.
"Golden Wind Peony must live in old age!" Someone else was shouting.
The crowd was noisy, shouting loudly, and full of momentum. Fu Yunge rubbed his ears that were shocked, and signaled to Dongfang Shiming if he wanted to go there now.
The black-faced man stood on top and saw the two of them. His memory was pretty good, and he could barely remember that he was Master Ju's friend.
But because he was still boosting morale and couldn't move away, he waved to a servant on the side and asked him to go over to greet the two of them.
The servant's eyes were bright, and he understood what the black-faced man meant, so he quietly went down the steps on one side and met the two people in the distance.
There are several small back entrances to the Gu family winery. The servant led the two of them around and finally entered the winery.
The two of them still remembered the location of the meeting hall and were anxious, so they left the servants behind and ran towards it quickly.
When they arrived, they found that Ju Lao, Ju Wuzhu and others were inside, and the voices of arguments were heard one after another.
Ju Wuzhu was persuading his father to participate in the auction, standing beside the chair and talking. When he saw Fu Yunge and the two coming, he was naturally overjoyed and hurriedly welcomed them in without even finishing his words.
Time was running out, and Fu Yunge and the others had no time to be polite to them, so they hurriedly poured the beans into the bamboo tube and told everyone the key points in one breath.
After the two of them finished complementing each other, the expression on Mr. Ju's face was still very solemn, but the elders among the crowd who still believed in putting the people first gradually fell silent.
"They have made preparations secretly. Regardless of whether they give in or not, they are very likely to let the tragedy of Buyuanfang happen again." Fu Yunge said with a frown.
"At this time, there is really no point in making concessions..."
"If we still swallow our breath now, we will become a shrinking generation. Not to mention that the centuries-old reputation of Chateau Ju's winery will be ruined, it will not be good for the people." An elder who just now was trying to persuade Mr. Ju to refuse the auction also took a roundabout way. The conversation started.
"Yes, father." Ju Wuzhu's mouth was dry and he had finished all the reasons he could think of. Now he just nodded in agreement.
Everyone in the room then turned their attention to Ju Lao, and there was silence everywhere.
At this time, the black-faced man who had just been building momentum outside the door of Gu's Winery also strode in.
Seeing that the situation in the house was unusual, he stood at the door and observed it.
Although he looked rough on the outside, he was very attentive. He quickly felt that the emotions in the room seemed to be focused on Ju Lao, and he roughly understood what was going on.
In order to assist, he then beat his chest, pointed to the door with a wave of his hand, and said: "People from Pazhuang, all support us in fighting the bandits and insisting on the auction!"
This sentence was like wind fanning a fire, and everyone's anxious and unbearable emotions were ignited one after another, forming a raging prairie fire situation.
Ju Wuzhu patted the armrest of the chair with his hand and tried to persuade his father reproachfully. Everyone else also agreed and tried to persuade Si Laolai.
Ju Lao's eyes finally loosened, and gradually became brighter, like a person lost in the snowfield who found a bonfire.
"Alas..." He stood up holding the chair, as if tens of thousands of tons of stones had been loosened, and the confusion and sadness on his face faded away.
"In that case..."
He turned his back to everyone, looked at the large picture of the word "Benevolence" hanging in the center of the meeting hall, and hesitated.
"Then, from today onwards, Ju's Winery will be at odds with those gangsters."
"The auction must be held normally."
Outside the door, the wind gradually became louder. The sky outside didn't know when it started to turn cloudy, and the wind was a bit chilly. From the other side of the mountain, it blew across the Taotao River and spread to every place on both sides of the river.
At night, everyone returned to their homes in Zuichen Township.
Fu Yunge and Dongfang Shiming came back late, but in order to spread the news, they rushed back overnight and handed Ju Lao's letter to the director of the big merchant house.
According to the curator's wishes, the notice of closure will be spread out tomorrow morning, so the streets will definitely be busier tomorrow. After a brief exchange with everyone, it was clear that they would all go to the street to help organize the situation tomorrow. They also made arrangements for the relevant battle situation and ended the meeting early.
In fact, everyone knows in their hearts that a battle will come sooner or later. All they can do now is to prepare and wait and see.
Zui Chenxiang asked them to rest early, but the moment they lay down, everyone seemed to have something to say but didn't know what to say.
In the dark night, the silence enveloped all the restlessness and words in my throat, and was swallowed up by the quick night wind. There were no stars at night, and layers of thick clouds hid the moonlight.
Except for the occasional barking of dogs, there was silence all around under the dome.
The whole next day was spent busy. Many merchants swarmed to large commercial stores to ask for explanations, and those who had nothing to do were dealing with matters related to their stores.
Peach Blossoms on the street was neglected, and everyone from Dashi Shang Guan to Chong Daocheng was exhausted to the point of death, but they managed to handle it well.
However, although Fu Yunge was tired, he was still in a good mood.
Poinsettia disappeared for half an hour in the morning, and when she came back she brought him a sword wrapped in a brocade bag. He said that although he just bought one randomly from a blacksmith, it should be useful to him at his current stage.
After all, he lacks strength and may suffer a disadvantage in a melee with his bare hands. What's more, Dongfang Shiming has a silver fan, so it is not safe for him to be "unarmed".
There is not much time left before the auction opens. After settling the merchants, they must start helping the big shopping mall handle the auction.
Because not only the publicity of this event will be reduced, but the number of specially invited guests will also be reduced, and they will mainly be regular guests in the past.
Finally, the curator also attached an unexpected notice at the end of the invitation, allowing them to choose whether to come.
The weather has been cloudy for several days. The cool wind shuttles among the crowds of people in the street, as if it is accumulating a long-lost rain.
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Riverside. Fu Yunge faced the wind blowing from the river, holding the sword in his hand and the negotiated personnel allocation.
The Chaojiang River is full of wind and mountains, and green tips emerge from the miscellaneous reeds on one side.
This is the last afternoon. What it will be like at this time tomorrow, no one can say.
"Well, everything is over, but the real thing hasn't begun yet."
Behind the scenes is Dongfang Shiming’s voice. Fu Yunge didn't look back, but nodded lightly as a response to him.
Dongfang Shiming walked up to him from behind, bent down, pulled out a reed and inserted it into his mouth. He folded his arms leisurely and looked at the scenery on the other side.
They both have the same job tomorrow. Stationed in the big shopping mall, one is to personally protect Ju Lao and every participant, and the other is to protect Golden Wind Peony. If Ju Lao succeeds in photographing Jinfeng Peony, they will be responsible for returning him safely to Pima Village.
Neither Ju Lao nor Jinfeng Peony can make a mistake. This is their resolution.
"Zuichenxiang is at the front pier, Gongsun and the others are stationed at the first main street, Yue Shenchen and the others are stationed at the second street, Senior Poinsettia is at the auxiliary pier, Chongdaocheng and the others are at Pazhuang."
Dongfang Shiming took out his share of the personnel allocation from his arms and said with a joking tone: "I feel that the mission of the two of us is the most risky. They are so unkind."
The corners of Fu Yunge's lips curled up: "The big merchant house has close to a hundred capable guards, but we probably won't need them."
"Is it -" Dongfang Shiming drawled his accent, completely meaningless.
Fu Yunge was not in a joking mood, so he slowly took out his sword and watched.
It is indeed a sword with no characteristics. The workmanship is not very exquisite, and the edge of the sword is somewhat rough.
However, this is his first weapon, so it has some commemorative significance. But he hasn't had time to get familiar with this weapon yet, and they will go to the battlefield together tomorrow.
"It should be okay..." Dongfang Shiming looked at the surging river and murmured to himself.
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