"Are you really pretending to be confused, or are you really confused? Are you from the same clan or Niu Hulu? Do you really not know that the so-called Witch Coffin Town comes from the legend of our Northern clan?"
When Niudelu heard this, his heart skipped a beat. Only now did he realize that the strong medicine mentioned by Yue Guanchao was probably referring to people from the previous dynasty.
Although he had never heard of the name Tang Dianrong, the ancestral land of Wu Coffin had heard about it a little bit. However, it had been passed down from generation to generation, so he only heard it as a legend and never took it seriously.
Now, Liu Gege came, and he had an impression of what happened in the ancestral land of the witch coffin, and he secretly felt that something was wrong - Yue Guanchao had lured him onto the pirate ship.
Now, he is riding a tiger and can't get off, so he can only bite the bullet and say that he doesn't know, and he can delay it for a while.
Even so, Niudelu still felt uneasy in his heart. He could only pray that Fusheng would be smart enough to hear the hidden meaning behind his words!
Fusheng, Fusheng, my fortune and life, Niudelu, are all in your hands today!
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Whoops!
Fusheng clutched the business card in his hand and ran so hard that he didn't even know his palms were sweating. He was about to run to Xiangcunzhai to buy pastries, but when he remembered Mr. Niu's strange behavior before leaving, he hurriedly opened his palms.
As soon as the wet business card was opened, the handwriting was soaked but still legible:
Fengtian Times reporter, Song Siyuan, Nanluo Lane, Deyou Street
"It's not Xiangcunzhai's business card, it's Miss Song's. Could it be that Mr. Niu wants me to go to Song's house to bring in reinforcements?"
Fusheng was stunned for a moment, not even knowing that he was almost hit by a carriage.
No matter how stupid he is, he still knows that this woman has bad intentions. If Mr. Niu is in trouble today, the waiters like them are destined to have a difficult time.
Even if he didn't weigh the pros and cons, he recalled how good Mr. Niu was to them, and knew that he couldn't ignore death. Now that the matter was coming, he carefully thought about what Mr. Niu had said, wiped the sweat from his head, and his eyes became firm.
He turned around and called the next rickshaw to get in.
"Brother, where are you going?"
"Nanluo Lane, Deyou Street!"
"Okay, sit down now!"
The rickshaw moved forward, crossing Deyou Street and heading towards Nanluo Lane. When he saw the archway in front of Song's house, Fusheng rolled and crawled over.
He didn't have time to wipe his sweat and banged the door as if he was desperate.
"Who is it? You're not so anxious to call a dead ghost?"
The door of Song's house creaked open, and a maid reached out her hand. Seeing that she was dressed as a waiter, she immediately looked down upon her:
"Who are you and why are you knocking on the door of our house!"
"Girl... I'm from Fuxian Tea House. Our boss has something to discuss with Miss Song. Please come out and meet her."
Fusheng was out of breath and stumbled when he spoke. The maid chuckled:
"I remembered that our eldest lady did go to your teahouse, but now she is not here."
"Not there? Then where is she?"
Fusheng's heart sank when he heard that Song Siyuan was not there.
"It seems that he went to the newspaper office and said he had to deal with some matters."
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Bell Tower South Street, Department Store, Fengtian Times
The reporters and editors of Fengtian Times all sat obediently at their workstations, not even daring to drink water or walk too loudly. Especially when walking to the editor-in-chief's office, they were walking on thin ice for fear of being affected.
The Yue brothers sat obediently on the sofa, staring at each other, listening to the hazy noise in the office.
"Siyuan, you have gone too far in this matter. I asked you to go back and rest because I want you to think about the future. How dare you contact the market and do such a big thing."
Yi Jianghong blushed for the first time. How could Song Siyuan be afraid of being held accountable after she had done everything she had done? She held her chest high and spoke tit for tat:
"Editor-in-Chief, the newspaper industry is afraid of them. Are the people in the market also afraid of them? These people are like invisible bugs, they can only crawl in the sewers. Some news can be discussed, but some news must be published. I just found it. A more appropriate path.”
"It's been half a month, and no one dares to do anything to me. They can't make any big waves in Fengtian and Earth Realm."
Song Siyuan was quite proud when she mentioned this.
"Siyuan, you come from a prominent family. These people may not dare to touch you. Uncle Yi is convinced of this, but can't they touch the people around you?"
"You can't guarantee this."
Song Siyuan really couldn't refute these words. She sighed: "That's true, but what I did did not affect the newspaper. No matter how angry they are, they can't blame Fengtian Times."
Yi Jianghong's expression softened slightly:
"This is already a blessing among misfortunes. If the newspaper office is bombed, how will Uncle Yi face the literary world and readers? Your parents will arrive in Fengtian in the afternoon. At least give me some peace of mind these days!"
"Editor-in-Chief, there is a phone number at Song's house, and he says he is looking for Miss Song!"
"Come in."
After the secretary left, Song Siyuan picked up the phone and sighed: "I know. I have expected that someone will cause trouble. I will solve it right away."
"Look, Uncle Yi is right, your friend is in trouble!"
Yi Jianghong took a sip of tea with an expression as if he knew everything was happening.
Song Siyuan immediately dialed the phone and said into the phone: "Someone is going to cause trouble. Let my brother and Qingyang rush over with the security guards."
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