In the autumn of the 322nd year of Dachu, a caravan entered Yanzhou from Sizhou via Yumen. The boss of this caravan would lead the team once a year, but this year, it seemed a little different.
"Dad, in previous years we always brought in some herbs and grains, but this year it's all silk! This kind of thing belongs to wealthy people. Hell places like Yanzhou are full of gangsters. Even if they can afford it, they won't know how to use it. Use it!"
In the middle of the convoy, in the carriage, a man in his early twenties looked at the somewhat desolate land around him. Thinking of the news he had heard, he couldn't help but be a little confused about his father's rash change of goods this year.
"You only know how to go to teahouses to listen to books and music, why don't you pay attention to some serious news!" The caravan boss, who was nearly fifty years old and could already call himself an old man for someone who didn't practice martial arts, glared at his son, but he didn't care. What a shame, this son has been left in the surrounding shops for experience, and is not familiar with this business, so he can only explain:
"Most of the stories told by storytellers have been arranged. Even if there are any anecdotes, they are old news. The way of 'business' is nothing more than buying low and selling high. You have to know where to buy low and where to buy. To sell high, you must grasp the latest news. This requires specially cultivating some news channels. Otherwise, do you think that every time dad throws out the money on the road, it is just to show off? Without these expenses, how could they use the latest news? Tell you the news?"
"Dad, you are teaching me a lesson." Although the young man is still a little irritable, he has been practicing in the Chamber of Commerce for a few years, so he naturally understands the truth behind his father's words, but before he and his father can inquire about his family's network, But then I heard my father sigh:
"Actually, dad's skills are outdated. Nowadays, the Yuelai Inn is a good deal. You only need to spend a few taels of silver to buy the information you want. It is very convenient and fast. But you have to remember that this information is from the merchant. No matter how convenient and easy-to-use they are, you still have to operate your own channels. It doesn’t matter if it’s a little slower or a little worse, but it must be there.”
Hearing this, the young man nodded thoughtfully, but then he said:
"Dad, is the Yuelai Inn you mentioned also available in Yanzhou?"
"I heard that there are them in every state in the world..." The old businessman heard his son's sudden question and followed his line of sight to look out the window. He saw a room in the wilderness made up of several small buildings. , the inn that looks like a small village is just stuck on the roadside, with the four characters "Yelai Inn" written on the plaque.
"What time is it now?" The old businessman squinted his eyes, glanced at the signboard, flag sail, etc., and then asked the handlebar of the driver.
"Master, it's already time to set the time!" The coachman looked at the sun, turned his head and responded. The old businessman made an estimate and said:
"Discuss with some of the bodyguards and rest here today."
"okay!"
The news spread quickly, and several bodyguards escorted the owner and his son into the main hall of the inn.
The lobby is extremely spacious. There are more than a dozen good Eight Immortals tables, so it is not a problem to seat hundreds of people. There are also some private rooms going up the stairs, which look no different from the main store in Beijing.
"How many guests are there? Or are you staying in the hotel?" Upon seeing this, the waiter immediately came up to him. Looking at the familiar layout, he immediately said:
"Our caravan has a total of six cars and 40 people. Are there any vacancies?"
"It may not be enough to buy a room, but the bunkhouse and the standard room are definitely enough!" The waiter said immediately. The old businessman nodded, took out a piece of silver and handed it to the waiter:
"Give us a table of food and wine, and the people outside will also help with the arrangements, and feed the animals as well."
"Okay, you guys, please come in!" The waiter immediately greeted the colleagues next to him, and someone immediately went out to help place the living creatures. The old businessman took his son's bodyguard and found a seat by the window to sit down. He greeted his fleet while observing the situation in the store.
Then he realized something was wrong.
Although there was no Yuelai Inn before, there were actually quite a few wild inns like this in Yanzhou, but most of them had some strange shapes and were people from the world corrupted by evil spirits. But at this moment, at a glance, the customers in the inn were very normal.
No, that's not normal anymore.
They are not as rough-skinned as ordinary Jianghu people. Instead, their skin is as smooth as cream. Compared with Jianghu people, they are more like the nobles in the capital. Compared with them, these Grandmaster-level escorts around me It almost looks like a geographical farmer.
However, the most eye-catching thing about these charlatans is not the healthy complexion, but the light yellow hooded satin cloak——
Nowadays, 70% of the customers in this store are wearing this kind of silk and satin, but the color is slightly darker. As for the remaining 30%, they are also wearing yellow cloaks with hoods, but the material is not satin, but wool, cotton and linen and other fabrics.
"Dad, are these people so rich? Why do they all like to wear silk?" The young man also looked shocked at this time, and then complained:
"Dad, why don't you ask for more information? It's true that people here like silk and satin, but they like yellow silk!"
The old businessman was a little embarrassed when he heard this. The information returned from his news network was that there were a large number of silk gaps in Yanzhou, but he didn't hear that only yellow silk was needed! Or is it that these people are all from the same sect, so they are all yellow silk?
But before he could speak, the escort beside him solemnly said:
"Master, be careful, something is wrong here!"
Hearing what the escort said, the businessman immediately became serious. While making a gesture that would make it easy for the escort to pick him up and run away, he winked at his son. After the other party also assumed the same "chicken pose", he became cautious. road:
"Tell me."
When the escort heard this, he frowned and said:
"These Jianghu people are too young, and their strength is also uneven. Some of them have just developed their inner strength. Such people should not appear in Yanzhou!"
"You mean, these people might be demons from the Demon Cult?" The businessman's expression immediately became tense, but the bodyguard shook his head and said:
"It's not like that. Their inner energy is peaceful, calm and concise, and they don't have the characteristics of demons from the demon sect. I don't like it either..."
The businessman was secretly worried, but when he saw a waiter who had nothing to do but was standing and walking back and forth in the lobby, he immediately thought of something and waved to him.
When the waiter saw the guests greeting him, he immediately came over and said with a business-like smile:
"My dear guest, please don't worry, your food will be ready soon."
The old businessman knew the rules, so he immediately took out two taels of silver and put it on the table. Upon seeing this, the waiter lost his flattering smile and became more serious, and immediately said:
"What does the guest want to know?"
"How come these people are all wearing yellow silk? And in Yanzhou, when will there be martial arts people below the master level?"
The businessman asked tentatively, but at the same time he moved a little closer to the window. When the waiter saw this, he smiled and said:
"These people were originally natives of Yanzhou and worshiped under Xuanjun's sect. Because they have practiced "Xuanjun's Secret Sutra", they are not afraid of the erosion of evil spirits and can walk in Yanzhou. Although their strength is not as good as that of the master, they can deal with some peripheral people. It is enough for the demon sect demons to escort the logistics supplies. As for the yellow silk cloaks they wear, they are weapons trained by the Xuanjun disciples, and they are called "Yellow Clothes Eighteen Falls"."
"The name sounds like a close-up bunt technique." The young man also spent time in teahouses and listened to books, so he had naturally heard of a Kung Fu called "Eighteen Falls of Zhanyi".
When the waiter heard this, he smiled and said:
"Young master, you don't know. The fists and kicks taught by Xuanjun are called "Tianmo Zhuxiang Fist". It is a kind of 'picture boxing' that studies the attack methods of demons of the demon sect and achieves the effect of breaking attacks. And this Eighteen-Year-Old Man in Yellow Clothes Oh, but what I practiced was the yellow robe. It is said that this kung fu is to imitate the behavior of the demon cult demon "demon cultivator" who infects the weapon, and does the opposite, integrating his own true energy into the robe. Over time, the robe has its own spirituality , combined with the skills, it is like a living thing. It can be thrown when touched, and it can also automatically protect the body. Look at those clothes. The more golden the color is, the more profound the skill is. However, there is not enough silk and satin in Yanzhou now, so many people just It can be replaced by cotton, linen and wool, but the power is greatly reduced..."
(End of chapter)
