"No wonder you want to build a road from Yuntong County to Wanghai County. It's incredible to have such delicious food. I... I have never eaten such delicious food in my life."
Yang Gan bit Qin Xiangru's ear, and after a while he smiled and said, "Don't worry, in a few days, the carriage transporting oysters will come. By then, we will have a good time."
"Xiangru, go get some bayberry wine for everyone."
"Yes, sir."
Qin Xiangru took the wine bottle and kept pouring red wine for everyone, and she was doing a wonderful job.
"Sir, what is this?"
"This is bayberry wine. Dried bayberries are soaked in general liquor. After all, oysters are raw and cold. People with weak stomachs are prone to stomachaches. Drinking this can prevent them."
"Yangmei? The taste of this thing is quite unique." After King Xia Wen took a sip, he pursed his lips and said.
Yang Qian pursed his lips, "This thing is not cheap. Xiaguo doesn't produce red bayberry. It is sold from Xingguo."
Yang Gan's words, both internal and external, all show that Yuntong County's business routes are very extensive and can reach the remote Xingguo.
At this time, the mistress walked out of the elevator and said with a cup of his hands.
"Sir, someone wants to see you."
Yang Gan raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "Who is it?"
"I don't know, I heard he said he was a distinguished guest from the west." The mistress was also helpless. This distinguished guest was not said by himself, but by the person who asked to see him.
Yang Gan had a look of disgust on his face. In his previous life, he hated pretenders the most, especially those scammers who called you and could tell you your name.
"Tell him to get out of here? Are you still a distinguished guest?"
"Yes, young master." The mistress handed over her hands and immediately went downstairs.
Xiao Yu wondered, "Could it be someone important?"
Yang Qian waved his hand nonchalantly, "Those who don't understand the rules and are making mysteries are not good people after all. Don't care what they do."
Yang Qian is no longer the timid salesman of health care products in his previous life. He lives and nourishes his body, moves and nourishes his energy, and controls an army of hundreds of thousands under his command.
One word could mean the difference between life and death for hundreds of thousands of slaves.
He single-handedly planned the war between Shang and Liao, and gained the greatest benefit from the war between the two countries.
With such impressive results, for a mere pretentious criminal who knew nothing, he was already very kind by not beating up such an unreasonable guy.
Downstairs, an unruly man with a mustache stood impatiently at the door, followed by several burly men.
When he saw someone coming out, the man with the mustache hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"
At this time, the mistress came out, cupped his hands and said, "Our Lord said, you are gone."
The man with the mustache was stunned, and his expression turned extremely ugly. Could it be that Mr. Wu An was so stupid that he couldn't understand the meaning of his words?
No, King Dong said he was a smart man. The man with the mustache looked at the honest mistress, and suddenly felt that it might be a slave who was causing trouble.
Some places do have such bad customs. Without some benefits, you can't get in at all.
But what was his identity? The man with the mustache was furious, pushed the mistress away, rolled up his sleeves and walked in.
The mistress ran back, stretched out his hand to stop him, and immediately said in a bad tone, "My lord, do you know where this is? How dare you come here and act so arrogantly?"
The man with a mustache said disdainfully, "Evil slaves who deceive guests deserve to die. After I discuss it with Yang Qian, I will let him take your life."
Several strong men surrounded the young man and stared at him with wide eyes. If he dared to obstruct him again, he would be beaten.
The mistress stretched out two fingers, waved them in the air twice, and said to the man with the mustache.
"I'll take you there, but don't regret it."
After that, the mistress walked forward. She was not qualified to take the elevator with them.
The man with the mustache curled his lips, but his heart did not waver at all. He was just a slave, a thing like an ant. Because he was unhappy, he killed at least dozens of slaves a year. .
It's a pity that the man with the mustache didn't see it. When the mistress waved his hand, he was hiding behind the
Nearby, soldiers wearing armor and holding crossbows, assembled to the teeth, hid one after another.
The man with a mustache came to the fifth floor panting, muttering dissatisfiedly.
"Why is it built so high? I am really exhausted."
When he looked up, he saw about ten people sitting on the table eating. The person sitting at the main table was a beautiful woman with long hair, but this woman was strange, she was wearing men's clothes.
"Where's Yang Gan? I want to see Yang Gan!!!"
There were more than a dozen strangers present, and the man with the mustache was not at all frightened. He raised his feet and walked to the middle, lifted his sleeves, and started shouting without any etiquette.
Yang Gan's face was gloomy, and his eyes were like daggers as he looked at the mistress.
"thump!"
The mistress knelt on the ground and said with aggrieved face.
"Sir, this person is extremely unreasonable. I already let him go, but he broke in."
Yang Qian snorted coldly. He couldn't break into his mansion without thousands of elites. What a liar.
However, let alone your own slave, even if it is your own dog, it is your own thing and cannot be insulted by others.
"Who are you and why are you looking for Yang Gan???"
Yang Qian took a sip of wine, just in time to finish eating, and was so full.
Manyin originally wanted to stand up and reprimand, joking, but she had been forced to hide her identity, and she couldn't help it.
But King Xia Wen, who understood his daughter's temper, quickly pushed her aside, shook his head, and signaled her to calm down.
King Xia Wen and his entourage were present, and naturally Yang Gan's women and confidant Ran Jing were also present. Everyone looked like they were watching a good show.
As for Manyin, Ji Xi and Meng Heng were a little confused. This Wu Anjun couldn't be made of clay, right? He was rushed upstairs by a few people who didn't know his identity. What was he doing to eat?
The man with the mustache rolled his eyes, came to Yang Gan and cupped his hands slightly, "I came to Yang Gan on my uncle's order."
"I see that my little mother is as beautiful as a flower, and she has conquered the country. I wonder if I can follow you back. Not only will I have enough food and clothing, but I will also be surrounded by slaves."
Yang Qian moved back slightly in disgust, and everyone present started laughing wildly.
The man with mustache said displeasedly, "Why are you laughing? Why are you so rude!!!"
Zhang Yumeng was dumbfounded and said, "Yang Qian, this is so funny, isn't it? Is this an after-dinner sketch for us?"
"Snapped…"
Ran Jing suddenly slapped the food table and scolded the man with the mustache, "Arrogant, do you know who is in front of you?"
The man with the mustache was very displeased and put his hands behind his back as if he were a leader. "Her? Isn't it just you, a beauty?"
"Ran Jing, I want this evil man to speak well." Yang Gan likes to watch the fun, but the problem is that these two idiots have one beauty at a time, making him look like a shemale, and he feels extremely unhappy inside.
Ran Jing walked toward the mustached man, but was blocked by five big men.
Ran Jing curled his lips, loosened his nose, and sneered. He arched his body and stepped forward. He took off the Sutie Dao from his waist with the scabbard and hit the five strong men's vital parts.
"Pa bang bang..."
Within a few seconds, the four strong men fell to the ground and started wailing, holding their knees. The remaining one clutched the scabbard tightly, his eyes wide open, and he was breathing heavily.
The corner of Ran Jing's mouth raised, and he took advantage of the strong man's grip on the scabbard to pull back. The strong man suddenly lost his center of gravity and fell towards Ran Jing.
Ran Jing stretched one leg back, and at the moment the strong man rushed towards him, a muffled sound rang out.
The knee was like a heavy hammer, hitting the strong man's abdomen. The strong man's bloodshot eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and he knelt down with his hands tightly covering his stomach.
Putting the Sutie knife on the mustache man's neck, Ran Jing's expression remained normal and he said calmly, "Kneel down."
Zhou Zhiyu's face turned red, she held her hands together tightly, and said to herself, "Ran Jing is so handsome."
The man with the mustache shrank his eyes, pursed his lips, shook his neck, and said with a serious expression, "Call Yang Qian out."
Ran Jing kicked him directly in the joints. The man with the mustache couldn't help but kneel down on the ground in pain. The blade of Su Tiedao was slowly pulled out, and the cold blade touched his skin.
"Who are you? What do you want from my lord? If you don't reveal your ugly appearance today, I will kill you on the spot today."
The mustache man pulled out the flesh on his face, felt the coldness on his neck, and his tongue was tied.
"You, don't mess around. I, I am the nephew of the Eastern King of the Eastern Kingdom and also an envoy. I came here this time to invite Yang Gan to attend my uncle's birthday banquet in the Eastern Kingdom."
Ran Jing put away his iron sword and started shooting left and right at the mustachioed man with big mouths.
"Pah, pah, pah..."
"Asshole, are you allowed to mention Mr. Wu An's name?"
The man with the mustache covered his face, his eyes were red, and he looked like a little wife who was wronged. She had never been treated like this before, but she didn't dare to resist.
The corner of Yang Gan's mouth raised. Someone came over and specially made a food table. They usually eat at a large round table. For convenience, the cushions were specially made into lazy chairs, and there was a cushion to lean on.
"When you came to my territory, you broke in through the door, and then you yelled and screamed, and you asked me to go back with you? Do you have abnormal brains or abnormal eyes?"
The mustached man covered his face and said in disbelief, "You, you are Yang Gan."
"Bah bang bang."
A few more slaps, and now the mustache man's face was swollen like a pig's head, no matter how weak Ran Jing was.
After Yang Gan provided elixirs, medicines and his own efforts regardless of the cost, his strength has already surpassed that of an adult man, despite his small hands.
With this slap, stars appeared in the eyes of the mustached man.
King Xia Wen's eyes were dull, and he was calculating rapidly in his mind. His city could hardly bear it any longer.
Yang Qianbai said boredly, "The people from Dongguo are rude, they actually sent such a bastard who doesn't know etiquette, Ran Jing, I don't want to see him."
"promise."
Ran Jing said hello downstairs, and four or five soldiers armed to the teeth rushed up and took the five strong men and the mustached men downstairs like little chickens.
Yang Gan's eyes flashed with cold light. There were outsiders around, so he had to maintain some grace, and nodded to Krisna.
