Not long after Fengbei left the Zheng family.
The young man Sun Erming, whom Qing Shisan suspected of being the "Knife Credit Card Holder", came to ask for money again.
Although it is natural to repay debts, Zheng Xiu always feels a little uncomfortable if the other party really takes the unpopular way of being a "credit knife person" and forcefully plucks the wool over his head.
Inviting Sun Erming to the meeting hall, the young credit card holder had dog skin plaster on his face and put his hands flat on his knees, looking a little embarrassed.
"The waiter."
Zheng Xiu decided to shorten the distance between the two of them through their titles.
"?"
"I heard them talk about your rules."
"Then please ask Mr. Zheng. He is still cutting money. It is only right to pay back debts."
"That's natural." Zheng Xiu squinted and smiled: "It is natural to pay back debts. But I, Zheng Xiu, also have a small rule."
"Huh?" The young knife dealer stared, suddenly feeling an ominous premonition.
Zheng Xiu then said: "If you receive a favor from others, you will return it tenfold. Come here!" After saying that, Zheng Xiu clapped his hands.
The prepared Zhizhi appeared behind the screen, holding a red cloth tray with a stack of banknotes neatly stacked on it.
"One thousand taels of silver, you and I don't owe each other any more."
"Ah!" Sun Erming said anxiously: "No! Absolutely no! We agreed on one hundred taels of silver, not one cent too much, not one cent too little! How could you, how could you give one thousand?"
Zhizhi had already placed a thousand taels of silver in front of Sun Erming and left.
"Then, I will only take one hundred taels."
Sun Erming was smart and wanted to take one hundred and leave. The rest of the money has nothing to do with him.
Zheng Xiu chuckled: "That's your business. What you do with the money given to you is your freedom. If I give you one thousand and you take one hundred, you will lose the other nine hundred, not I only gave you a hundred. After all, you also received a thousand, not a hundred."
"Isn't this reasonable?" Sun Erming was stunned by Zheng Xiu's difficult logic. It sounded nonsense at first, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to make some sense.
This is trouble.
Zheng Xiu blinked at Sun Erming: "You have your rules, and I, Zheng, also have mine."
Sun Erming gritted his teeth: "No! If you lend a knife on credit, you can only take one hundred! This is my rule!"
"Repay tenfold, this is also my rule!"
"Master Zheng, how could you..." Sun Erming was so anxious that he didn't know what to say.
"You can go to the government and sue me, saying that I paid you too much."
At worst, you can sue me and see who is right.
Hum hum, the number one catcher Guo Zifei ate my Zheng family's reunion banquet, how can he not give me this face?
"..."
Sun Erming was stunned for a moment, then suddenly pointed at Zheng Xiu with a trembling finger: "You too?"
"Oh?" Sun Erming's reaction surprised Zheng Xiu. He originally thought that Sun Erming knew that the Golden Fleece was there on purpose, but he didn't expect that Sun Erming was there unintentionally at first. So Zheng Xiu asked, "You too?"
"It's over." Sun Erming sat back on the stool slumped and rubbed his hair vigorously: "It's over."
Zheng Xiu was a little surprised by the other party's fierce reaction.
Is it the rule of credit card holders that they can only do one "business" at a time?
Only when the last "business" is completed can the next one be carried out?
In other words, once Zheng Xiu fails to succeed in this business, he will be... stuck here?
oops! What a coincidence. If this is true, this is good news.
Zheng Xiu was very happy in his heart, but his face was tense, and he shook his head "depressedly": "It's bad, it's bad."
"Ahem." Seeing Sun Erming's confused look, as if he had been cheated out of his salary by a sinister landlord, Zheng Xiu coughed twice: "Since we all have rules for each other, Zheng has a proposal that everyone is happy with."
Zheng Xiu smiled and raised his index finger towards Sun Erming.
Half an hour later.
Sun Erming, who left in a hurry, turned back in a hurry.
He tearfully owed a contract.
Party A of the contract is Mr. Zheng, and Party B is Sun Erming. The content is roughly that in order to ensure profits and comply with Party B's rules, Party A decided to sacrifice himself and bought Party B's "credit rights" ten times with tears, and the last balance was a thousand taels in total. Before the money and goods are cleared, the two will maintain a good contractual relationship, and Sun Erming will conduct "divination sales" for Master Zheng ten times in a row.
If Party B breaches the contract, it will be credited ten more times. If Party A breaches the contract, it will pay ten thousand taels of silver.
To be honest, what Zheng Xiu is not afraid of the most is losing money. He has a lot of money.
Sun Erming read the contract drafted by Zheng Xiu several times. After finding nothing wrong with it, he anxiously pressed the clay in Party B's column.
"It's done!"
Zheng Xiu smiled happily and asked Zhizhi to put away Sun Erming's knife-selling contract, and then Sun Erming spread out the package behind him.
There are dozens of knives of different styles inside. Judging from the workmanship, they don’t look like contemporary works. They have a bit of an antique feel, but they are well polished and well maintained.
"Choose one, Master Zheng."
Sun Erming signed the contract like a broken pot. Until now, he still didn't fully understand how his "ten fortune tellings" were signed in such a confusing manner. But at this point, he had no choice but to be led by Zheng Xiu.
This was indeed the first time for Sun Erming to meet such a person.
Bullying others with wealth.
But Mr. Zheng just gave more than he wanted, and he had nowhere to seek justice.
The sky is blind.
Sun Erming has sold knives on credit three times in total. It would be good if the other party paid him honestly.
This was the first time for Sun Erming to encounter someone like Zheng Xiu who acted out of common sense and insisted on "paying back ten times."
Isn’t this bullying an honest person?
Sun Erming angrily asked Zheng Xiu to choose the sword.
A dazzling array of knives were placed in front of him like street stalls, but Zheng Xiu saw how extraordinary the pile of knives was. After whistling a few times, Qing Shisan dropped from the roof and hurried over. When he saw the knife clearly, Qing Shisan also had a somewhat surprised expression on his face: "Tsk, they are all good things. No wonder Lao He couldn't hold back at the time, as if he had picked up a treasure."
"Okay, you can go."
Zheng Xiu drove Qing Shisan away.
Qing Shisan was dumbfounded. Master, you whistled for me to come here just to take a look at it for you?
really.
After Qing Shisan left gloomily, Zheng Xiu nodded secretly. At this time, one of the small carving knives caught Zheng Xiu's attention. He was about to reach out and take the small carving knife when he suddenly remembered something and asked: " Waiter, according to your rules, can you designate a certain person to do the 'divination'? Zheng means to let Zheng take a pick."
"Mr. Zheng, what else do you want to choose?" Sun Erming's eyebrows jumped wildly when he heard this.
"I have a relative named Zheng Shan, who is a painter. I want the timing of the second repayment to be related to him."
"Are we familiar with you?"
Sun Erming asked.
"very familiar."
Zheng Xiu nodded.
"That can."
When Sun Erming heard this, he was relieved. At first, he was a little worried that Zheng Xiu would make some excessive demands.
This is not too much.
"I want this one." Zheng Xiu pointed to the eye-catching knife.
Sun Erming frowned: "This is a knife used by a famous sculptor thirty years ago. Are you sure?"
Shaper?
Zheng Xiu pondered for a moment, and then decided to trust his own eyes. Anyway, he was so big that he didn't need to fight and kill, so he decided: "That's it."
Sun Erming took a deep breath, picked up the sculpture carving knife, and handed it to Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu spread his palm, and Sun Erming pressed the knife into Zheng Xiu's palm.
At this time.
Sun Erming and Zheng Xiu had indirect contact with each other with the help of a sculpture knife.
In an instant, their expressions changed simultaneously.
A line of text suddenly appeared in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes.
[You have discovered a new inn, you can reach "Inn·Credit Dao Man·Yiji·Sun Erming". 】
[You do not have permission to enter the inn. 】
【You cannot stay at this station. 】
Sun Erming also had a shocked expression on his face.
An image appeared in his mind.
In the picture, a handsome and stalwart man throws away a flying knife with a sad expression on his face, and the flying knife passes between one's eyebrows.
Sun Erming wanted to see clearly, but he couldn't see clearly whether the person "killed" by Zheng Xiu with a flying knife was male or female, beautiful or ugly.
The entanglement between the laws of nature and human nature turned into a hazy picture in Sun Erming's mind.
The picture flashed away.
After a while, the knife owner, Sun Erming, had a complicated look in his eyes.
But since Zheng Xiu was talking about his relatives, Sun Erming had no scruples in his words. How could he have thought that the relatives Zheng Xiu was talking about were himself.
Sun Erming followed the rules and said slowly:
"No more, no less, a full hundred taels of silver. When Zheng Shan kills his best friend with his own hands, I will come and get the money myself."
Sun Erming left the Zheng family with complicated emotions.
Someone heard him talking to himself on the way out, wondering what he was talking about.
Zheng Xiu played with the new carving knife. There was a small word "Dai" engraved on the handle. A small hole was punched at the end and a bunch of red rope was strung on it. It had a rather antique feel.
Buying this knife for one hundred taels was definitely earned with blood.
Even if it is not used as a knife, it can still be regarded as an antique.
Playing with the small carving knife, Zheng Xiu recalled Sun Erming's "prophecy".
"Kill a close friend? Who can I count as a close friend now?"
Before leaving, Zheng Xiu wanted Sun Erming to give more details.
But Sun Erming stubbornly refused to say anything, saying that this was the rule for people who borrowed knives on credit. He only said one sentence, one sentence at a time. If he said more, it would not be in compliance with the rules.
"There's something."
It was Qing Shisan who said this.
Qing Shisan, who should have walked outside the house, walked out from behind the screen and smoked a cigarette.
Zheng Xiu had smelled Qing Shisan's smoke a long time ago and knew that this guy was hiding in the dark, so he didn't reveal it.
Seeing Qingpi walk out at this moment, Zheng Xiu did not blame him, but asked: "What do you think?"
"I underestimated him before." Qing Shisan frowned and thought: "I originally thought that knife dealers were engaged in a kind of fortune-telling business. Based on their knowledge, they would tell stories about the past and present, showing off mysteries. But what he just said The divination is so precise, it’s not like you can just make up nonsense based on a name you’ve never heard of.”
Zheng Xiu nodded: "I think so too." Then, Zheng Xiu smiled and glanced at Qing Shisan: "What if he is... a stranger?"
Snap.
Qing Shisan's precious cigarette rod fell to the ground, his mouth wide open, stunned.
"Haha, I just made a wild guess. The foreigner is not a girl from a brothel. I can catch one of them accurately. How can there be so many of them." Zheng Xiu said with a smile: "But let a brother keep an eye on him for a while."
Qing Shisan suddenly became energetic, he smiled and made a gesture of wiping his neck: "Master, what do you want...?"
"Fart, that's what you think!" Zheng Xiu said in a fit of laughter and tears: "Am I such a cruel person? I mean, let our people keep an eye on him, don't let him do anything wrong, let alone let him get into trouble with Others were exposed that they shouldn’t have been exposed to.”
Now Qing Shisan finally understood.
No wonder the master wanted to force the child to sign a deed of betrayal.
It turns out that he fell in love with the other party.
He is truly worthy of being a master of the [Businessman] path.
The trick of forcing people to sign a contract of sale is easy to come by.
Secretly writing the word "submit" in his heart, Qing Shisan blew the whistle and arranged for his men to handle the matter.
As night fell, Zheng Xiu just wanted to go into the dungeon to change his number. He suddenly remembered that it might not be a good thing if the dungeon was too soundproof, so he asked Yan Jiji to call in and temporarily installed a bell at the door of the main room, connecting it to the dungeon. In this way, whenever someone comes looking for him, he only needs to pull the doorbell, and Zheng Xiu can hear it even in the dungeon.
After installing the "doorbell", it was already dinner time. I originally wanted to invite the old craftsman Yan Jiji to have a meal with him, but Yan Jiji said that he had taken a few orders and had to start work all night, so Zheng Xiu could only send Yan Jiji to the door in person, and the two said goodbye.
It was about the time that he had made an appointment with Fengbei and the others, and Zheng Xiu was about to enter the dungeon.
At this time, Pingping and the others started to hesitantly get involved. The four of them blushed and hesitantly said that they wanted to practice.
Well, it’s pure practice, I hope you don’t think too much about it.
"It's hard for me to handle this!"
Ever since that night, Mr. Zheng's reputation has been damaged. Everyone in the Zheng family, including the second mother, thought that Zheng Xiu had raped the four girls in one go, with murderous intent. However, Zheng Xiu couldn't explain it clearly. , if he said that he kept the four of them overnight for the purpose of practicing, who would believe it?
Zheng Xiu himself wouldn't believe it.
"That……"
The four of them looked at each other. Only the four of them knew what they had gained after being restrained in prison for a night. Having tasted the sweetness, they must not give up.
At this time, Jing Xuemei suggested that since the master has concerns and the matter has come to an end, simply declare to the outside world that the master has taken the four of them as concubines. In this way, even if the master flies around every night, spreading the word will only show his bravery. mighty. Zheng Xiu's eyes widened when he heard this, and he thought to himself, if you come here, don't you confirm the fact that I, Zheng, have a party in the dungeon?
In order to gain more access to the family, they even dared to make such a request as "taking four of them as concubines" regardless of their reputation, which shows that they are determined and cannot shirk the blame.
If they refuse, they will find Zheng Erniang later, and Zheng Xiu, who has always been helpless with Zheng Erniang, has no choice but to agree in the end.
Since the end result was the same, Zheng Xiu didn't want to waste time, so he went with it.
But Zheng Xiu's final decision was to settle for the next best thing. Let them take turns to fight and practice in his dungeon every night.
He also told them not to gossip outside.
Unexpectedly, Lily suddenly said: "Master, if outsiders ask, if we say that we only stay in bed, lie on the same bed, and the master sleeps soundly all night, we open our eyes and look forward to the morning. This will make people misunderstand you... …”
Lily hesitated to speak. She blushed and raised her index finger first, then slowly bent it, raised it, and then slowly bent it down again. After several times, Lily's face became redder and redder. She blinked and looked at the master, and whispered: "This doesn't seem to be good for your reputation, master, right?"
Damn it.
Zheng Xiu covered his face: "It's up to you."
The implication seems to be, you can chew this stick if you want.
He blames no one, only that the practice rules of [Orchid] are too outrageous.
The end result is that everyone is happy.
They decide the order by guessing the game. The first is the turn of the poor princess Aiwen of Dayuezhi from Persia in the Western Region, also known as Pingping.
Ping Ping was handcuffed to the wall firmly. Ping Ping's eyes were as charming as silk. She closed her eyes and exhaled like a blue. She asked the master if he wanted to try something else and speed up his practice. Unexpectedly, no one answered after a while, and when he opened his eyes again, the master had already fled away. Pingping was so angry that she twisted around on the wall with a look of defeat.
Zheng Xiu was preoccupied with things at the moment. He had an appointment with Feng Bei to visit Shuzhou over there, so he had no time to have a party. Sitting in the corner, Zheng Xiu entered the prison of his mind and chose [Feng Bei's home] on the game table.
There was an extra person named [Inn Sun Erming] on the game table. Zheng Xiu never expected that Sun Erming was a natural stranger. However, since Zheng Xiu had Fengbei, his need for other [Inns] was not urgent, and he did not know Sun Erming well, so Zheng Xiu did not rashly ask for permission to enter the [Inn] at that time.
With a change of thought, the strong man Zheng Shan attacked. On the lonely peak, the strong man's figure changed from virtual to real, and took shape in the blink of an eye.
At night, it was windy and snowy. Zheng Shan wore a thin shirt, but he was not aware of the cold. Zheng Xiu spread his wings and dived into the dead wood forest. When they walked out of the woods, Feng Bei, Dou Xie, and Yue Yan were already waiting by the official road.
"Master Zheng?" When Zheng Shan came slowly out of the wind and snow with that face on his face, Dou Xie and Yue Yan were stunned for a moment.
How could there be such a handsome and brave man in the world?
At first, they suddenly seemed to see Master Zheng. If they looked closely, this man's facial features seemed to be a little more indescribable than Zheng Xiu's. It was as if his whole body was covered with a layer of sacred aura. Like a saint emerging from the snow.
Feng Bei clenched his fists, his hands trembling slightly. After a moment, Feng Bei calmly stepped forward: "I've met senior."
"senior?"
Feng Bei's greeting made Dou Xie and Yue Yan look back in shock.
The fierce man Zheng Xiu chuckled: "You don't need to see anyone outside, I'm Zheng Shan, Zheng Shan, Zheng Haoran's Zheng, the kindness of the great good man. If you don't dislike it, you can call me Brother Zheng. By the way." Zheng Shan pointed out specifically. Pointing to the stunned expression as if he was in a dream, he said with a smile: "You have to call me Uncle Zheng."
After a brief introduction, we became acquainted. Zheng Xiu explained to Yue Yan in a few words that he had a relationship with Xiao Fengbei twenty years ago. Yueyan suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Sanfeng Beihui respected Zheng Shan so much. He turned out to be a person from twenty years ago.
But why does this man look more and more like Mr. Zheng?
Didn’t Zheng always pass it on alone? Where did the late General Zheng have a younger brother?
There were many doubts in her heart, but Yue Yan quickly relieved her worries, because Feng Bei only said one sentence, describing Zheng Shan's strength from the side: Twenty years ago, he was able to walk out of the darkness unharmed.
In this way, Yue Yan and Dou Xie secretly labeled Senior Zheng Shan as a "hidden master".
Laying out the map, Feng Bei pointed out the fastest route to Shuzhou.
Abandoning the carriage and galloping on horseback can reach Shuzhou the fastest.
But it is well known that Fengbei cannot ride a horse. As soon as Yue Yan raised this matter, Feng Bei looked at Zheng Shan: "It doesn't matter, I'll ride on Brother Zheng's horse."
Yue Yan was shocked again.
What does Fengbei mean?
Do you want to send Zheng Shan away with your own hands?
"Is it okay? Brother Zheng." Feng Bei looked at Zheng Shan, pulled up his black hair that was blown by the snow wind, and looked back at Zheng Shan. There was a trace of deep expectation hidden in his calm eyes.
Zheng Xiu felt guilty.
He always had the feeling that there was something in Feng Bei's words.
Zheng Xiu is still not sure whether he can bear Feng Bei's bad luck, or whether holding Feng Bei's hand 20 years ago was safe, a coincidence or an accident. But the atmosphere had reached this point, and the man laughed loudly: "Hahaha! Of course!"
Turning over and riding on the horse, the strong man stretched out his broad palm towards Feng Bei: "Come on."
Feng Bei carefully stretched out his hand.
Bit by bit, inch by inch.
Feng Bei's movements were very slow, and it could be seen that Feng Bei was feeling a little uneasy at the moment.
She didn't dare.
She was afraid.
Even she herself was not sure whether Zheng Shan could bear the "bad luck" she was carrying.
Or was the contact twenty years ago just an accident?
But Zheng Shan's smile gave Feng Bei great confidence.
Yue Yan and Dou Xie's eyes grew bigger and bigger, as if they were looking at two monsters.
Snapped.
The hands of Feng Bei and Meng Nan were clasped together again after twenty years, as if across time and space.
Plop.
Dou Xie sat down on the ground, panting, with a look of disbelief.
