Ren Qing immediately climbed up the pole and asked shamelessly: "Senior Song, is there any medicinal bath for external use?"
"Well, let's do this. I'll report the medicinal materials and you can write them down, two ounces of wild ginseng, half a ounce of red fruit flowers, three ounces of goldenrod..."
Because of the subtle flow of information, Ren Qing's memory has long been far superior to that of ordinary people, and he has already remembered it after listening to it only once.
Song Zong couldn't help but admire Ren Qing's talent, but he left in a hurry because he was busy dealing with the disaster relief restricted area.
Ren Qing kept thinking in his mind.
Why did Song Zongwu avoid this seemingly ordinary issue of internal strength? Could it involve some ulterior secret?
Ren Qing suddenly remembered the dying old policeman from Wulou. He was nearing the end of his life at that time, and he didn't know whether he was dead or not.
If he is still alive, it is actually very likely that he is the Hundred-Eyed Man himself.
But the trouble is that the old detective seems to have no connection with Song Zong, like a blood relative of the family.
Ren Qing shook his head and tried his best to increase his strength within ten days.
Especially the human skin book, because he will have frequent contact with Song Zongwu in the future, and he is afraid of being seen as strange, and it is difficult to be promoted to a skin refiner for the time being.
But you can completely rely on external training to increase the toughness of your skin and flesh.
Ren Qing returned to the Huo Gong Hall first and ate some food.
He originally planned to go to the medicine shop to collect medicinal materials for body training, but unexpectedly he learned the good news about Butcher Zhang from Xiao Wu.
Ren Qing hurriedly went to the butcher shop. On the way, he noticed that there were many beggars nearby, and he whispered secretly after seeing him.
Ren Qing smiled coldly, then walked straight into the alley.
At a glance, he saw Butcher Zhang with a cheerful face, who was packing up the pork in the shop.
After asking Butcher Zhang, Ren Qing learned that after recent negotiations, their cooperation with the Blood Dog Gang was confirmed.
The business was handled by Chen Benlai, the master of the Jackal Hall. As for Butcher Zhang, he agreed to all his requests and even got a lot of extra money.
Butcher Zhang did not hesitate to hand over most of the money to Ren Qing, but the rest was enough to purchase production areas in Sanxiang City.
Ren Qing noticed the moving figures in the alley and asked curiously: "Did you mention me when you were talking to Chen Ben?"
Butcher Zhang suddenly felt a little scared: "The result of the initial discussion was not good, but then I mentioned you, and Hall Master Chen agreed. Should everything be fine?"
"It's okay, it's just a little trouble at most."
Ren Qing immediately understood that it seemed that Chen Ben was preparing to test him. This wild dog was more greedy than imagined.
If it were Ren Qing two days ago, he would have chosen to avoid the sharp edges and try his best to gain benefits as a government servant to ensure the supply of pig eyes.
But now with Song Zongwu's relationship, many troubles have been solved.
Butcher Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Ah Qing, don't take any risks. If it doesn't work, we won't do this business."
"It's fine."
Ren Qing said with a smile: "But we have to deal with all the pigs in the west of the city, so we will inevitably have to hire people to do the work. Brother Zhang, remember to find someone you can trust."
"I have been in Sanxiang City for so many years, and I can still find some candidates."
Butcher Zhang repeatedly promised that although he had no business acumen, he could at least see himself clearly and would not do anything beyond his abilities.
After Ren Qing gave a few instructions, he walked out of the alley.
Not long after he arrived on the street, seven or eight people walked towards him quickly.
The man in front of him was dressed in gray clothes, and his walking posture was amazing, as if there was something hidden in every step.
However, in Ren Qing's eyes, the man's expression was a bit gloomy, his energy and blood were weak, and he could smell the strong smell of alcohol from the previous night.
The people on the street gave in one after another, not daring to bring trouble to the Blood Dog Gang.
Only Ren Qing paused and waited with a calm expression.
"I'm Chen Ben. I'm a messenger. It's better to meet him than to be famous."
Chen Ben cupped his fists and raised his hands, but he couldn't stop looking at Ren Qing, and his body took a few steps forward in an oppressive manner.
"I have admired Hall Master Chen for a long time."
Ren Qing had already expected Chen Ben, and no hostility could be seen in his squinted eyes.
The two of them were polite on the surface, but in fact they both meant to test.
After all, interests are involved, and intrigues are inevitable.
Even if Chen Ben still reneges on the profit distribution he promised to Butcher Zhang, he can still spit out the money, which are all common and dirty tricks.
"I'm sorry, why don't you change places and go to the teahouse to have a good chat?"
"Hall Master Chen, let's talk about it another day."
Chen Ben ignored Ren Qing's refusal. He put his arms around Ren Qing's shoulders and forced him forward.
【Chen Ben】
[Age: thirty-one]
[Shouyuan: three years]
[Surgery: Neuropediatric Meridian (pseudo)]
Ren Qing knew clearly that there were indeed many monks in the Blood Dog Gang.
They were probably relying on controlling beggars to collect a large number of strange artifacts from the Divine Foot, so much so that even the hall master in charge of the neighborhood could reach the martial arts realm.
Ren Qing never flinched, he stood on the street like a stubborn stone, even though Chen Ben's face turned red, he didn't move even a step.
Chen Ben couldn't help being frightened, and his movements immediately restrained.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said respectfully: "I have offended many of you. I will come to apologize to you some day."
Ren Qing whispered in Chen Ben's ear: "A piece of advice to Hall Master Chen, if you don't want to collapse your body, don't drink too much."
To deal with people who think they have power, it is to make them unable to see through. Sometimes fear is gained through suspicion.
Chen Ben watched Ren Qingyuan go, frowning tightly.
The subordinate next to him said flatteringly: "Master, this person has ruined your face, why not..."
Chen Ben said coldly: "Zhao Ji, where did you get the courage? How dare you offend an ignorant person in the Yamen?"
"Master, please calm down, it's already noon, why not go have a drink..."
At this moment, Chen Ben thought of what Ren Qing said and felt irritated. He slapped Zhao Ji on the face.
"Eat, eat, eat, and you will know how to eat."
"Give the butcher the deed of the shop on the east corner of Tan Street and tell him that it is specially used to store pig waste."
Zhao Ji waited until Chen Ben disappeared before he dared to curse.
The Dongjiao Shop was not an asset of the Blood Dog Gang, so he had to pay for it himself.
Zhao Ji had nowhere to vent his grievances, so he couldn't help but grab things on the stall and smash them, so that no one around him dared to say a word.
At this time, an old man wearing a bamboo hat passed by with his back bent.
Zhao Ji felt he was hit and immediately lost the last of his sanity.
He grabbed the old man and dragged him to a corner not far away. Just as he was about to vent his anger with his fists, he saw the old man slowly raising his head.
The wrinkled face was covered with eyes that seemed to drain away the soul.
After a moment, Zhao Ji knelt down on the ground with empty eyes, and soon died.
The old man walked towards the city gate and murmured to himself: "It's really not easy to find clues from hundreds of files."
"Eliminate disaster, I'm here."
