midnight.
Three updates.
"Jingle Bell……"
Suddenly a ethereal camel bell sounded in the backyard of the inn.
The cold wind howls, and the heaven and earth are in a state of silence.
For some reason, the atmosphere suddenly became serious.
The cold wind swayed the lantern, and in the flickering firelight, a masked man in black drove a carriage and stopped at the door of the backyard.
he came.
What is supposed to come will come.
Song Che held a lantern and strode out of the backyard.
The carriage stopped in front of the courtyard gate. The masked man glanced at Song Che coldly, snorted softly, picked up the knife and jumped out of the carriage. Then the door opened and Yang Song stepped out slowly.
"He is indeed a smart man, he didn't even bother to call the door." Yang Song's smile was anything but friendly.
Song Che said coldly: "In the middle of the night, only thieves will use the back door. I didn't come here to wait for you, but I came to see if any thieves passed by."
Yang Song's face was sullen, his eyes were like a dead fish, and he stared at Song Che coldly: "You should sell your cloth well in Suzhou, and you shouldn't come to Yangzhou to cause trouble."
Song Che shook his head, "Young Master Yang may have poor hearing. I told you just now that I came here to see if any thieves passed by. If so, I would like to catch him."
The masked man in black held the knife tightly, the murderous look in his eyes getting stronger and stronger.
The two parties stared at each other for a moment.
Yang Song sighed and nodded: "Okay, we are all businessmen, just make a price."
Song Che immediately said: "You also know that everyone is a businessman, so you should know more clearly that the so-called equal value, except for your life, I can't see any chips,"
He asked Yang Song coldly: "Are you willing to give it?"
"You know there are some things tied to interests that I don't want—"
"That's because you care about these interests. If you don't care, you won't be bound and you won't do bad things."
"Aren't you pursuing profit?"
"Businessmen are all greedy for profit, but unlike you, I am aboveboard."
silence,
The silence was tense.
"Give me a chance, Song Che. My father has died because of this." When Yang Song spoke, his eyes squinted at the man in black next to him. Was he praying? Still threatening?
"A chance?" Song Che sneered: "Go and talk to Mr. Li and the women you kidnapped and see if they give you a chance."
Yang Song's eyes showed disappointment and fierceness, and he shook his head and stepped back, "You are too self-righteous. If this continues, neither you nor I will end well."
He retreated, but the masked man stepped forward with a knife.
Song Che frowned, as steady as a rock.
"Shashasha..."
Suddenly there was a friction sound in the wind.
Looking for the sound, I saw a swordsman sitting on the wall of the courtyard. He sharpened the edge of his sword with sandpaper over and over again.
The blade of the sword is white and shiny, and the cold air is overwhelming.
Jiang Yuntian squinted coldly at the man in black from the corner of his eye and said leisurely:
"It's so cold. The hot blood flowing out should solidify quickly, right?"
The man in black lowered his murderous eyes and raised his hand to wave slightly.
"Swish swish!"
A dozen killers in black fell from the sky and surrounded the entire alley in an instant.
Song Che clapped his hands leisurely.
"Bah! Bah! Bah..."
The windows of nearby buildings opened at the same time, and dozens of muskets were placed on the windowsills, surrounding all the killers.
Liao Heng appeared in front of the second floor window, looked coldly at the audience, and ordered: "Whoever lifts a finger will die."
The man in black smiled disdainfully and glared at Song Che: "Do you think you can kill me with these things?"
"But this thing has made you suffer. You should have a long memory," Song Che asked:
"You also killed Cao Tian, right?"
The man in black lowered his eyes.
"We have met several times, why should we hide it? Your eyes have already betrayed your identity, Mr. Jia." Song Che said coldly.
The man in black hesitated for a moment and slowly took off his mask. It was none other than Jia Yong, the eldest son of Master Jia.
"I should have killed you if I had known you were in the capital."
Song Che said: "If the past could be changed, you and your father would not be driven out of the capital."
Jia Yong's face twitched and he held the handle of the knife tightly, but he said: "You are a talent. It would be a pity to kill you. How about doing big business with us?"
Song Che slowly raised his hand and pointed at Yang Song behind Jia Yong: "Like their Yang family?"
Jia Yong said: "It's obvious to all, right? Twenty years ago, the Yang family was just a tea seller. After doing business with us, he became the richest man in Jiangnan."
Yang Song's eyes gradually darkened.
Song Che shook his head, "Your father can raise many godsons and dogs, but there can only be one richest man in Jiangnan. Song doesn't like to be the second."
silence.
Anxious.
Murderous intent surges.
"Of course, Song doesn't need to be your dog to become the richest man in Jiangnan," Song Che took a deep breath, turned around and walked into the small courtyard holding a lantern:
"It's late at night, and the neighbors have to work tomorrow. Don't bother them. Go back and wash up and sleep."
"Snapped!"
Close the courtyard door tightly.
Jia Yong stood there for half a quarter of an hour before raising his hand and saying, "Let's go!"
The killer hid in the darkness, sat back in the carriage with Yang Song, and wondered how he came and how he left.
Song Che was in the courtyard, his ears almost glued to the courtyard door. It wasn't until he heard the sound of the carriage going away that he let out a long sigh: "Damn, you scared me to death..."
"The coward you are now is completely different from how high-spirited you were just now." Jiang Yuntian jumped off the courtyard wall, holding up the snow-white shining sword and said:
"My sword has been sharpened to pieces, why can't you give the order?"
Song Che said bitterly: "I have seen Jia Yong's kung fu. He can also use sword energy just like you. What's more, all he brings are killers with strong martial arts skills. There is no advantage in fighting."
Jiang Yuntian said: "You have completely broken up with them today. One day you will have to fight for life and death. Why don't you work hard and buy some charlatan killers to give him a thorough cleanup?"
"Uh-"
Liao Heng opened the courtyard door and walked in, "You think everything is too simple. With the Yang family's financial resources, I can play with you until death."
He looked at Song Che again: "I believe Brother Song must have his own purpose in letting them leave tonight, right?"
"That's right," Song Che said, "At first I thought about having a life-and-death fight with Yang Song, but when I saw Jia Yong, hehe... I knew it was God helping me!"
Jiang Yuntian scratched his head, "What other tricks did you do?"
Song Che asked with a smile: "What do you think is Jia Yong's purpose in coming to Yangzhou?"
Jiang Yuntian replied without thinking: "I'm here to kill you."
"You only guessed half of it right," Song Che said: "Suppose the dog you raised was not tied to a leash and accidentally bit someone. You have two ways to escape responsibility. The first is not to admit that you raised the dog. Yes, the second is to kill the dog;
A gecko would cut off its own tail in order to save its life, and the same goes for the Jia family. The privy minister was assassinated by Japanese pirates, and a road-level pacifier also died. This incident was enough to shock the government and the public. If the Jia family wanted to stay out of the incident, they would We have to get rid of those who know this——
I am one of them, the Eight Immortals Tower is one of them, and the Yang family is also one of them;
But the Yang family is undoubtedly the strongest dog raised by the Jia family. It is so strong that it can even bite its owner;
Let me ask, if a dog is likely to bite its owner, will the owner keep it with confidence?
The Jia family may have disliked the Yang family for a long time, but the Yang family knew too much, and he couldn't get rid of it yet. "
Liao Heng took over the conversation and added: "At this time, Brother Song appeared. Although it sounds a bit unpleasant, maybe in the eyes of the Jia family, Brother Song, you are also a dog with more value than the Yang family, so he I just wanted to win over you and make you work for him."
Song Che smiled and said, "Not bad."
Liao Heng added: "When the Yang family dog feels that its owner may raise another dog to replace its position..."
"Oh! I understand!" Jiang Yuntian exclaimed: "This dog of the Yang family is likely to bite the owner of the Jia family!"
"Not bad, you can also interrupt between us." Liao Heng smiled and patted Jiang Yuntian on the shoulder.
Jiang Yuntian folded his arms and hummed: "I also have a brain, okay? Although I don't have as many brains as you two."
"That's not all," Song Che added: "Once the Yang family dog loses its value, the owner who has already been prejudiced against it will definitely kill it."
Jiang Yuntian said: "I think the Jia family and the Yang family are both dogs. If they are allowed to bite dogs, they will have a hairy mouth. Then we will beat the dogs on the head!"
Song Che smiled and said: "This plan is called 'the snipe and the clam compete for the fisherman's profit'."
"But what if they don't kill each other?" Liao Heng worried.
"Have you forgotten our 'Jinfu Plan'? The two punches of power and force have been struck. If I become the president of the Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce in three days, it will be the most fatal punch;
With three punches, the Yang family became a powerless and bereaved dog in Yangzhou. At this time, the master wanted to kill him, and I wanted to kill him too. But I was powerful and rich, and Taishi Jia was deprived of his title. Quan, expelled from the capital, has long lost his former power. Who do you think the Yang family's dog, who is driven to death, will bite? "
Song Che raised his head and took a deep breath of the fragrance in the cold air, raising the corners of his mouth confidently:
"We are the final winners."
The wind is so cold.
The night is so deep.
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