Clash Of The Sword Titans

This feast was eaten late at night, and the last six shopkeepers left with a spring breeze, without the anger when they were invited, let alone the worry of being forced to bow their heads. After they left, Lu Li closed his eyes, and after some calculations in his heart, he said to Tan Long, "I will look for those skilled craftsmen tomorrow, and also, the affairs of those shopkeepers must be done quickly."

"Subordinates understand."

Tan Long had already cast his sight on the five bodies that Lu Li admired, and his tone was even more respectful.

On the contrary, Shi Yan has been muffled, seemingly worried.

"After listening for so long, have you heard the explanation you want?" At this time, Lu Li also looked back at him, and saw that he was sticking there like a log, he couldn't help but said with joy: "If I haven't heard enough, I can give you more Talk about it."

"My lord, my subordinates don't dare." Shi Yan stalked his neck, shouting dare not, but his face was full of stubbornness.

"Sir, how do you talk to Master Lu?" Tan Long immediately yelled and said with a smile: "Master Lu, his brain is not good, so don't be familiar with him."

He was afraid that when Lu Li got angry, Shi Yan would suffer.

"It's okay, we are all doing things for your Highness. If you have something to say more clearly, it is better than hiding in our hearts."

Lu Li waved his hand, and then faintly said: "I know you are thinking in your heart that some of my actions today seem too insidious, or it can be said to be unscrupulous. But you have seen the faces of the shopkeepers. They are not afraid of me or Yan. The palace, we are not even afraid of His Royal Highness Yan, we have to do things, but we can't get around them, what better way do you think?"

Shi Yan raised his head and opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

He is not a fool, of course he knows what Lu Li means.

Those shopkeepers usually take care of themselves, and there are backers behind them, holding the money bag of the Yan Palace in their hands, and relying on their small guards. If they don't use some methods, how can they be moved?

"They are businessmen, they only believe in benefits, so I will give them benefits." Lu Li said lightly: "But I only want obedient people. Those who are not obedient, only kill Liwei and divide the benefits."

"Master Lu, I don't know whether to say something improperly..." Tan Long said suddenly.

Lu Li glanced at him and knew what he was going to say: "The four people must have great backers, but are we not? King Yan is our backer, as long as we get things done, the great backer will also have His Highness to take our place. Block it."

"You two remember, no matter how weak the Yan Palace is, it has not fallen to the point where it can be slaughtered."

"If you are afraid of this little thing, why do you enjoy the monthly salary in the mansion? Why do you wear the skin of the guards of the Yan Palace?"

Tan Long's face trembled and he stopped speaking.

Even Shi Yan was ashamed and did not dare to speak any more.

After all, what Lu Li was talking about was the fact that the guards of King Yan's Mansion hadn't really fulfilled any responsibilities.

But unlike those who really mixed up and waited to die, Tan Long and Shi Yan, the cultivators of Wuzong origin, may not have the idea of ​​doing things seriously.

No one asked them to do something without fear of the consequences.

Now, Lu Li is here.

...

It's the day.

A ray of sunshine came out through the clouds in the early morning, shining through the autumn cold, and awakening the huge sleeping city of the imperial capital.

The lively atmosphere gradually filled the streets and alleys, as if everything was the same, nothing happened.

But certain things planted a seed in silence.

Overnight, a certain weird rumor spread from the market, filling the entire city like a violent wind. At the beginning, many people didn't take it seriously, and even sneered, but when this evil wind blows to the extreme, many people's minds immediately follow it.

"Have you heard of it? Recently, there is something called'Zhen Guojin', as long as you buy it, you will immediately become wealthy?"

"I heard about it. It is said that the state gold of the town is the handwriting of a certain prince, which has overwhelming the wealth of the whole government. No matter who it is, as long as it is bought, he can get a lot of money."

"A family net worth? How much money does it have? Isn't it fake?"

"Hey, can there be fakes? I have a brother who won the town state gold and won the second-class reward. Now he bought a house in Dongcheng, and he showed off to me yesterday!"

On the long street, a few idle men talked without a word there, and their voices rang to the sky, which made the pedestrians pay attention to them. Whether they believed it or not, they remembered the three words Zhen Guojin.

Similar scenes continued to occur in all corners of the imperial capital. The three words Zhen Guojin seemed to appear out of thin air, but spread throughout the royal city overnight.

Such a weird thing, every family and the people in the Jiufu naturally also got news.

Especially in the rumors of the town's national gold, a certain prince was involved, and many dubious family members immediately sent letters to their familiar palace to inquire about the situation.

"Pressing on a mansion? Isn't this a madman?" In Wang An's mansion, a slightly fat man looked at the contents of the letter and couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

In front of him, a sleepy middle-aged man raised his head and said displeased: "Fatty Cui, who are you calling a lunatic?"

"Oh my highness, something big happened!"

Fatty Cui gently put the letter on the table and said with a wry smile: "Now the emperor has exploded the pot up and down, everyone is looking for the mad lord who is overwhelming."

The middle-aged man rubbed his eyes, glanced at the content of the letter, and grinned: "Who else can do this kind of crazy thing except my good little girl?"

"Uh..." Fatty Cui's tone was stagnant, and he didn't dare to answer.

The only one who can be called the little girl by the middle-aged person in front of him, that is, Wang An, is the one in the Yan Palace. Although he is the manager of Prince An's mansion, he does not dare to insult King Yan, that crazy woman dare to kill!

"Okay, whoever cares about such trivial matters, I don't want to provoke Mu Hongsiu." Wang An crumpled the letter into a ball and continued to sleep at his desk, as long as nothing happened.

Fatty Cui picked up the ball of paper, sighed, and walked out with small steps.

King An can ignore this matter, but he can't.

As for how to manage, whether to take care of that side, it is up to him to weigh his own proportions.

At this time, in front of the gate of King Yan's Mansion, there were also a group of people standing on the deserted long street.

But it was the four shopkeepers who left yesterday, and brought people to cry out injustice.

The four people had different expressions on their faces, standing in front of the gate of King Yan's Mansion, not knowing what it was like.

They did not expect that the young man was so hot, and sent someone to take their place overnight, and moved away the books, documents and other things they had in their hands over the years. They didn’t even have time to prepare and respond. They stay!

When they think of those documents and ledgers being checked by others, their faces become even paler.

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