Hearing that Ye Mingsheng's reasoning was sound and well-founded, An Zhirong nodded thoughtfully.
Quietly looking at An Zhirong's expression, Ye Mingsheng couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw that he was quite satisfied with his answer.
The last time Liu Chunfu came, although Ye Mingsheng didn't ask, he secretly kept an eye on it, relied on some connections, and investigated Dalongchang Company and Mingyan Building to prepare for today's appointment.
Through investigation, he learned that Mingyan Building was a partnership between the An family and Wei Guogong Tang Di. The background of the Dalongchang company was a bit complicated and the specific situation was unknown. He only knew that the An family and the Fan family were behind it. A wealthy family that maintains neutrality in the court.
Although he found the shadow of Anjia behind Dalongchang Company and Mingyan Building, Ye Mingsheng didn't think too much and just thought it was just a coincidence.
The reason why Ye Mingsheng made the judgment that it was "An Jia" was because the maid in green just said unintentionally, "My master!"
Although this was the case, Ye Mingsheng chose to conceal the unintentional act of the maid in Tsing Yi. After all, the third master of the An family opposite him has always had a strict reputation in Luo'an. If he knew about the relationship with the maid in Tsing Yi, I am afraid that the beauty would be The night is about to fade away...
Although he never considered himself a good person, Ye Mingsheng did not intend to do anything that would harm others and benefit himself. He did not want to cause others to lose their lives just because of his boasting.
After talking about this matter, An Zirong and Ye Mingsheng discussed some trivial matters. After being complimented by Ye Mingsheng a few times, An Zirong arranged for the banquet to begin.
Soon, eight steaming dishes and a ginseng soup were placed in front of Ye Mingsheng. All of these dishes were vegetarian, but they were different from the bland and tasteless vegetarian dishes that Ye Mingsheng imagined. These eight dishes and one soup All of them are delicious, delicious, and they look like they were made by a chef. They are absolutely extraordinary.
Because An Zhirong was always going around and talking about insignificant things without mentioning serious matters, so even though all these vegetarian dishes were delicious and tempting, Ye Mingsheng was still the same now. Not interested in tasting, always on guard, An Zhirong might ask questions at any time...
Although eight dishes and one soup were arranged, An Zhirong's appetite did not seem to be large. He only ate half a bowl of rice, a little shredded radish, and half a bowl of ginseng soup before putting down his chopsticks.
, seeing him put down his chopsticks, Ye Mingsheng, as a martial artist with a big appetite, even though he was just eating a little to satisfy his stomach, he could only put down his chopsticks.
"Master Ye, if you haven't eaten well, you can continue to enjoy it!" Seeing that Ye Mingsheng seemed to be a little unfinished, An Zhirong said with a smile:
Ye Mingsheng shook his head and said, "Thank you, Third Master, for your kindness. I've already eaten!"
Seeing that Ye Mingsheng stopped eating, An Zhirong nodded without much politeness and arranged for someone to take the delicacies off the table and replace them with two cups of fragrant tea.
"This is the Yuqian Longjing sent from Jiangnan. Master Ye can have a taste!" An Zhirong took a sip from the teacup and said calmly:
When Ye Mingsheng heard this, he did not refuse. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Although he often drank tea when he was not at home, this time with the clear tea soup entering his mouth, Ye Mingsheng only felt that his mouth was full of fragrance, and his mouth was full of flavor. It is the unique and mellow flavor of Longjing tea, which makes people have endless aftertaste...
"It's really good tea!" Ye Ming couldn't help but admired enthusiastically as he picked up the tea cup:
Ye Mingsheng's praise put a smile on An Zhirong's face, and he said unintentionally:
"I heard that Mr. Ye was born in Liaoyang. Does he know the price of tea in Liaoyang?"
Although An Zhirong's words were in a very calm tone, as if they were chatting over tea between friends, when these words fell into Ye Mingsheng's ears, they had a different meaning. After thinking about it for a while, Ye Mingsheng said in a deep voice:
"Tea in Liaoyang is divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower. Three kilograms of high-grade tea can be exchanged for a sheep, twenty kilograms of medium-grade tea can be exchanged for a sheep, and fifty kilograms of low-grade tea can be exchanged for a sheep!"
Hearing Ye Mingsheng's answer, An Zhirong looked a little noncommittal, took another sip of Longjing in the cup, and then said lightly:
"Brother Shen, did you tell Mr. Ye anything?"
"Except for the letter that shopkeeper Liu gave me, the last time I talked with Master Shen was in Liujing. Master Shen advised me to transfer to the Zhenwu Army. As for the rest, I know nothing about it now... ·······”
Seeing that An Zhirong was finally getting down to business, Ye Mingsheng also became serious.
Before Ye Mingsheng could finish his words, An Zhirong's elegant face showed an expression that looked like a smile but not a smile. He looked at Ye Mingsheng and said slowly:
"I believe Brother Shen hasn't said anything to Mr. Ye yet, but Mr. Ye is so smart. Even if Brother Shen doesn't say anything, he should be able to guess something. The word "knowing nothing" is probably an exaggeration for Mr. Ye. !”
Ye Mingsheng was a little silent when he heard this. After a moment, he nodded slightly and admitted: "I do have a guess!"
"I heard that Lord Chen has given Mr. Ye a target of recruiting 10,000 troops?" Looking at Ye Mingsheng, An Zhirong changed his voice and said:
Seeing An Zhirong suddenly mention this, Ye Mingsheng's eyes flickered and he said nothing, quietly waiting for An Zhirong to reveal his price.
"I have investigated Mr. Ye. Although your old lady is from the Cui family, she has not been in contact with the Cui family for decades. For the mission of Lord Chen, Mr. Ye, you just asked to go to the Cui family. As the Cui family has always been cautious, With a steady style, Mr. Ye, do you think they will help you?" An Zhirong continued to ask:
"Third Master, what do you mean...?" Facing An Zhirong's gaze, Ye Mingsheng said in a deep voice:
"It's not interesting. Mr. Ye is Brother Shen's disciple, so naturally he is one of our own. Our own people always have to take care of our own people!"
"If Mrs. Cui is not going to help Mr. Ye, I will help Mr. Ye. In any case, I will let Mr. Ye get the fifth-rank official position and the establishment of the three battalions promised by Lord Chen!" An Zhirong smiled and said:
Listening to An Zhirong's general Chen Dechang's promise to him, Ye Mingsheng narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that this Third Master An was indeed as powerful as the legend!
The price An Zhirong offered was very high, but Ye Mingsheng was not very happy.
He knows very well that in this world, there is no love without reason, and there is no hatred without reason. If An Zhirong offers himself such a high price, then what he wants to do must not be simple... ··
