There are no years in the mountains, but there are thousands of years in the world.
Although it can’t be said that a thousand years have passed, for Zhao Jin and Song Qingru, the past two months have indeed been days when they “didn’t hear what was going on outside the window and only read the books of sages”, but this “book of sages” refers to It's just the knowledge and skills of the spiritual master.
The moonlight shines through the treetops, casting mottled shadows on the winding paths, and the cool air is filled with the tranquility and serenity of late night.
"Squeak~~~"
The small wooden door of the stone courtyard was gently opened, and Zhao Jin and Song Qingru walked out quietly. Recently, Song Qingru has basically been living in Zhao Jin's courtyard, and the two of them lived their lives. Speaking in simple terms, without being shy or impetuous... Oh, no, it is the days of living in seclusion, immersing yourself wholeheartedly in the teachings of Mr. Big and Brother Hu.
(Lin Tian: Are you polite?)
Song Qingru had already gone through the suspension of school procedures like Zhao Jin two months ago, but there were not so many procedures to go through. He just informed the school. After all, his family background was unparalleled.
"Miss, Master Zhao."
Song Qingru's driver was already very familiar with Zhao Jin, and he even firmly believed that Zhao Jin was their future uncle of the Song family. The old man of the Song family could rest assured that Song Qingru would live in this "ordinary" stone house. In Zhu Xiaoyuan, he knew that the background of Master Zhao Jin Zhao was not simple.
Don't tell him anything about the fairy tale of a rich girl falling in love with a poor boy. Those are all tricks used in third-rate novels to scare people. If you really believe in this plot, then you are really too naive. (What he didn’t know was that maybe this novel wasn’t even third-rate.)
Even now, ordinary people's families pay attention to being well-matched when getting married. This is not only a good match in terms of material wealth, but also a good match in the spiritual world such as knowledge, conversation, worldview, and living habits.
This is real life, we have to be grounded and down-to-earth, and don’t deal with those empty-headed things.
Don't talk about the extremely rare and extremely unlikely events that are basically impossible to happen, lest someone really asks, "Can't that person be me?"
What are you talking about? What kind of tiger-wolf talk is this? Your ancestral grave is on fire, even if it is smoking, it has to be burned. A lightning struck and struck. I called 119, but there was no signal.
Song Qingru didn't care about his driver and master's thoughts, but just nodded gently.
"Um."
Zhao Jin on the side was a kind smile. Of course, he knew the ability of these "little people". Don't underestimate any driver master, because you don't know how fast the news behind him is.
Don't take the driver's improper "intelligence head".
The black business car quickly drove out of the alley and drove into the distance. That direction was getting farther and farther away from the city. That was... the suburbs of Xicheng?
"That's the black market here?"
The vehicle stopped and looked at a small black wood -painted forest in the distance through the window. Song Qingru felt a little puzzling.
"Haha, it's a black market. How can it be called a black market if it's not black?"
Zhao Jin gave a pun-intended answer.
"Also, the ghost market has to be like a ghost city. Then you said, are the people who go to this ghost city?"
Song Qingru also asked playful.
"Haha, you're right, there are all kinds of monsters, monsters, and snakes, just like us."
"Then do we also have to wear some kind of large black robes, a mask on our face, a cloak on our head or something like that?"
After Song Qingru finished, she saw Zhao Jin, who was wide and stared at her with a sigh of eyes, and couldn't help humming.
"What are you doing?"
"Wow, why are you so smart? You are indeed my chosen partner!"
"Okay, don't play treasure, it's about being tight."
Song Qingru was amused by Zhao Jin again. For some reason, she felt very happy and comfortable physically and mentally when she was with Zhao Jin.
Haha, Lin Tian, Lin Tian, if Zhao Jin didn't have any thoughts about Song Qingru, otherwise he would have captured this college beauty goddess long ago. If you, the fake protagonist, don't hurry up, you will be crushed by the real protagonist.
"Haha, don't be so serious. Hey, there are wide hooded black robes and masks, red, white, black, green, and yellow. Which one do you want?"
Zhao Jin took out two hooded robes and several cartoon masks from the demon refining pot, unfolding them like playing cards, as if letting Song Qingru choose.
Zhao Jin has now decided to disguise the demon refining pot as a space storage device in front of his friends and acquaintances. For this reason, he also wore a black ring on the ring finger of his right hand as a decoration.
And Song Qingru in front of him also had a silver ring in his hand. It was a gift from Mr. Da to her. A large space ring with a large space, which shows Zhao Jin a envy!
But with Zhao Jin's emotional intelligence, he would not be unbalanced in his heart to ask Mr. Da to ask for the same one. If Master gives you, you will hold it. If Master does not give you, then there is nothing wrong with you.
After all, it is Master's own things. It is already a great kind of ethics that can teach you things. You can't think that everything is taken for granted. People still have to figure out their positioning.
"Then I have to choose which concubine brand who flipped today."
Song Qingru stretched out her hand and hovered in front of several masks, as if an emperor was choosing a concubine.
"That's it, little Zhao Zi, let's go to Kunning Palace."
"twitter!"
Zhao Jin's pretending to be a little eunuch made the other party laugh.
Song Qingru chose a mask of Maka Baka from Garden Baby and put it on her face, while Zhao Jin took back the remaining masks, leaving a mask of Ultraman Tiga to put on her face.
"Do you believe in light?"
Zhao Jin's solemn voice passed to Song Qingru's ears. Needless to look, Zhao Jin knew the white eyes that had been turned down on the other side.
"come here."
"What?"
"I'll let you come over."
"oh."
Zhao Jin stepped forward, and Song Qingru also stretched his head over. A faint girl's body fragrance floated into Zhao Jin's nostrils. It smelled really good, with a slight ecstasy feeling.
The breath of Song Qingru's words also floated faintly towards Zhao Jin's earlobes, which immediately caused him to feel a little itchy and almost gave him goosebumps.
"You know, there is no Ultraman in the world."
"What!?"
After saying this, Song Qingru chuckled and took back her body, leaving Zhao Jin alone to look at her in shock.
"You...you...you, what a vicious woman!"
Zhao Jin pretended to have a collapsed worldview and pointed at Song Qingru, causing the other party to laugh.
The middle-aged driver sitting in front couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth as he listened to the two of them playing and quarreling. It's great to be young!
The two people quickly put on their black robes and walked slowly into the woods. A large dark cloud covered the bright moon in the sky, and the thick night enveloped them, as if they had melted into the darkness.
"There is an underground air-raid shelter behind this small forest. It is said that it was built privately by an unknown wealthy businessman during the Republic of China. The place that the Xinhai City Geological Bureau had not discovered was actually discovered by this unknown force, and they actually opened it. A new black market was built. But this place is really good, and it is really perfect for a black market."
"Didn't you say that there is only one black market in Xinhai City? The Ping An Hotel has the final say."
Song Qingru, oh no, or "Makaba" crooked his head and looked at "Diga Altman", expressing his doubts.
"That's because Xinhai City is too small to accommodate the existence of two black markets. However, as maritime trade has become more and more developed in recent years, Xinhai City now has the conditions to allow the existence of two black markets. Like other big cities. As long as These private small black markets allow him to exist by paying service fees to Ping An Hotel on a regular basis, but Ping An Hotel is not responsible for ensuring his safety."
"Protection money? No, it's protection money for free prostitution?"
Song Qingru tilted her head and looked at Zhao Jin, looking really playful and cute.
"Haha, it's free prostitution. Except for a very small number of subordinate forces protected by Ping An Hotel, other forces must pay a certain amount of 'protection fees' if they want to open a private black market. There is no way, Ping An Hotel has such strength."
"Monopoly? Is Ping An Hotel so powerful?"
"Yes, he is much more powerful than you think. Not to mention foreign countries, more than 80% of the black market in Qian Country alone is under his control, even in extremely remote barren mountains and deserts. Where their power lies, they poop wherever birds don’t poop.”
Song Qingru was amused by Zhao Jin's metaphor, but she also deeply felt the power of Ping An Hotel.
"Haha, why does it feel like Ping An Hotel is raising pigs to other private black markets?"
"Bingdog, the answer is correct, it is pig farming. It is impossible to achieve an absolute monopoly. On the contrary, it may arouse the dissatisfaction of all parties. It is better to block it. As long as you leave a little profit to them, they will naturally Earn and rush to do it, once people see a little bit of hope, they will no longer fight."
Zhao Jin shuddered when he thought of his second uncle's methods. His mind was no longer limited to the petty fights between some forces, but the entire world of spiritual masters. He was the uncrowned king of the entire underground world of Qian Kingdom. .
"It is indeed a good method. Even if someone can see that Ping An Hotel is using such a method, they can only do it obediently, because if he doesn't do it, there are people who are willing to do it, so they can only bite the bullet and be forced to get involved in the involution. In the torrent, there is a naked conspiracy."
Song Qingru, who was born in a big family, had heard about the machinations of the upper class since she was a child. In addition, she was intelligent by nature. She knew the power of the Pingan Hotel just by thinking about it. She couldn't help but feel admiration and a hint of admiration in her tone. of shock and fear.
"Indeed."
Zhao Jin also deeply agrees with this.
