God Catch starts with adding points

Fang Qianhu reluctantly left.

Lu Bai looked at Gu Qinghuan suspiciously, "What's so happy about it?"

Gu Qinghuan washed his hands and face under Yunniang's service, "Yesterday's "Peony Pavilion" had a good start at the Xishan Poetry Fair, and today we are going to play polo. Many wives from aristocratic families want the troupe to come to their homes to perform a performance." out."

These aristocratic families also bid for their theater troupe, and the highest bid was 100 taels of silver.

"Hey, 100 taels of silver?" Lu Bai was surprised.

This is definitely the performance fee of a famous actor.

At this price, it is not an exaggeration for his play to be a hit.

"Everyone has ears and taste, so you can tell that this show is good." Gu Qinghuan poured a glass of wine. Ever since Lu Bai practiced drunken exercises, Gu Qinghuan also liked to drink this exercise wine.

There is no other reason, it is delicious and not on the head.

"The 100 taels of silver came from the Mo family." Gu Qinghuan then added, the Mo family's intentions after listening to this play are self-evident, firstly for the sake of experience, and secondly for the sake of knowing the basics.

They knew that the game between Lu Bai and Wang Changkang would probably be decided by this play.

"Then we must go." Lu Bai did not hesitate.

If you have money, you don't make a bastard.

As for Wang Changkang knowing the hole cards in advance, Lu Bai didn't worry about it at all. There is a saying that in the face of real strength, everything is a chicken and a dog, vulnerable to a single blow.

Lu Bai didn't believe in himself, he believed in Tang Xianzu and "The Peony Pavilion".

What is a classic?

A classic is something that lasts forever and has been passed down for thousands of years. Even if you listen to it hundreds of times, you can still listen to it even if you know it by heart.

"The Peony Pavilion" is such a classic.

The two worlds may be different. Under such a background, the classics have their own reliance and strengths, and it is difficult to distinguish them. However, Lu Bai believes that even so, "The Peony Pavilion" cannot be compared with Wang Changkang's random play. .

If it is really comparable, then there is nothing to say, Wang Changkang is the son of heaven, and he has nothing to say about losing.

But is Wang Changkang such a genius?

Lu Bai didn't think so, just read "Beating the God Whip", if he wrote "Beat the God Whip", he would never belittle the officers, soldiers and common people in Shuobei City with bad intentions.

"Let him watch it to his heart's content, don't say it again, it's 100 taels of silver a show, even a hundred performances in Mo's house, I don't think he Wang Changkang can write a book that surpasses "The Peony Pavilion." Lu Bai very confident.

Of course, in the evaluations of the previous life, "The Peony Pavilion" is not without flaws, its flaws lie in the dream, the emotional injury to death, and the resurrection of enough dog blood because of the emotion.

But in this world it is different.

In this bizarre world, these things are not impossible.

Even many people are fascinated after watching this play, hoping that they can have such a romantic dream.

"At the poetry meeting yesterday, when you watched the play in front, many family members in the back also watched it seriously." Gu Qing took a sip of wine, put down his chopsticks and said.

She ate less and was almost full now, and the rest of the dishes were all Lu Bai's.

Even so, Lu Bai also felt that it was not enough to eat.

No way, with the improvement of the realm comes a great increase in appetite, this may be the law of energy conservation.

"There is a girl, after hearing this play, she was so out of her mind that she found me today, and she wanted to ask you to learn as a teacher." Gu Qing took a sip of wine happily.

"Oh?" Lu Bai raised his head and blinked.

"She also wants to dream." Lu Qing laughed happily.

Lu Bai mentioned yesterday that this play can be practiced. If one can practice, it is naturally the method of practice in the play. Obviously, this girl is thinking about the practice of dreaming.

Lu Bai smiled, but didn't take this to heart.

They continued eating, chatting, listening to Gu Qinghuan talking about the gossip they heard during the polo game, and by the way analyzed something out of it and told Lu Bai.

For example, the family members of the Mo family were faintly dissatisfied with Wang Changkang, and this kind of dissatisfaction was not unique now, but had been gathered in the past. By the way, Gu Qinghuan could also hear that the Liyuan is not monolithic now, and the Mo family is obviously the same. Wang Changkang approached the opposite faction.

During the analysis, the sky darkened unknowingly, Yun Niang turned on the lights, and looking out from the large French windows in the study, the restaurants and shops across the street also turned on the lights.

When the lanterns first come on, it looks like a dragon, and it is reflected in the water of the Qinhuai River very beautifully.

Faintly, the cries of peddlers, the greetings of mistresses, and the silk and bamboo orchestras on the boat floated from across the river accompanied by the smell of cooking.

This is market spirit.

Lu Bai likes this kind of market atmosphere, because it can make people feel not alone.

Just when he was chatting with Gu Qinghuan about Lian'er's whereabouts with this city spirit, there was a sound of the piano in his ears, the sound of the piano was pleasant, like the rustling of bamboo shadows being blown by the wind.

Lu Bai's heart skipped a beat, and he knew that it was Zhu Yingtang who had come.

Gu Qinghuan had never heard of the Bamboo Shadow Hall, and she was very curious when she heard the sound of the piano. She winked at Yunniang and asked Yunniang to prepare the food and wine again.

A visitor is a guest, and it is impossible not to entertain some guests.

The rustling sound of the piano does not repeat itself, sometimes violently, sometimes quietly, and sometimes during the flow of water, a refreshing light from the forest and pines is sent to people's ears.

Lu Bai became even more curious.

This Bamboo Shadow Hall looks quite unique, at least not as reckless as the Jianghu gang in his mind.

His salt gang can be learned in the future.

Just as Lu Bai was curious, a boat slowly rowed to the place where the study was facing the river.

A lantern was hung outside the cabin, allowing people to have a panoramic view of everything on board.

This boat is an awning boat.

The boat was neither big nor small. There was a small table in front of the boat, and a boatman stood behind the boat to push the boat. As for the cabin, a bamboo curtain blocked it.

The bow of the boat was aimed at Lu Bai's study, and then the awning boat stopped steadily.

Then, the bamboo curtain of the cabin opened, a woman came out from the cabin, then opened the bamboo curtain, and let another person out——

This is a middle-aged man in a soapy and white Confucian shirt, with a lun scarf on his head and a bamboo fan in his hand, with an elegant and calm face.

"Tang Zhu of Bamboo Shadow Hall met Lu Zhen Fushi, Miss Gu Fourth." The middle-aged man saluted Lu Bai and Gu Qinghuan across a step-wide water.

Lu Bai stood up and returned the salute, "Hall master? Unexpectedly, my case alarmed the head of the Bamboo Shadow Hall."

The middle-aged man laughed, "Lord Lu misunderstood, I am Tang Zhu, whose surname is Tang, and whose first name is Zhu."

He reintroduces himself.

"Uh--"

Lu Bai felt that with Tang Zhu's name, he must be able to stay in Zhu Ying Tang.

Tang Zhu laughed again, indicating that the master of the Zhuying Hall was not so narrow-minded.

Lu Bai asked him to sit down.

Tang Zhu then sat at the table in front of his boat, and Yun Niang took the opportunity to bring the wine up.

"Mr. Tang must already know the purpose of my visit to Bamboo Shadow Hall." Lu Bai cut to the point.

Tang Zhu asked for a sip of wine, "The wine in the wine house lives up to its reputation, it really tastes good."

He put down his glass before saying, "I know, but—"

Tang Zhu smiled, "To be honest, the case Mr. Lu wants to investigate has nothing to do with whether he cooperates with our Zhuyingtang."

"How to say?" Lu Bai remained calm.

"Our Bamboo Shadow Hall has a wide range of businesses. There are princes on the top and fishermen and porters on the bottom. Many of these people have our brand. Could it be that they have something to do with our Bamboo Shadow Hall when they die?" Tang Zhu asked rhetorically.

He then smiled and said, "However, I can provide some clues to Mr. Lu."

Lu Bai took a sip of wine slowly, "Please tell me."

Chapter 389 The Chaos of the Capital City

Tang Zhu deliberately whetted Lu Bai's appetite.

After he sipped his tea cup lightly, he slowly said: "This Huang Junsheng Jinyi Wei and the dead Guan Jiansi are friends from the same village, and the officials in his hands were bought from King Luo."

Lu Bai didn't speak, but still stared at Tang Zhu, telling Tang Zhu silently that he had known the news a long time ago.

Tang Zhu didn't take it seriously, "Maybe Master Lu doesn't know that this customs inspector is actually working for Kang Wang and helping him raise money."

Lu Bai blinked now.

The information Tang Zhu provided him was indeed beyond his expectations. He had never been able to find the reason why someone killed the Guanjiansi. Now that Tang Zhu said so, Lu Bai felt that the Guanjiansi really deserved to die.

"It's not just Guan Jiansi who works for King Kang, but actually the raw silk merchants of the entire Lin'an Prefecture." Tang Zhu kept throwing out the news as if he didn't need money, which shocked Lu Bai again.

"Are all the merchants in Lin'an Mansion on King Kang's side?" Lu Bai asked in surprise.

Tang Zhu smiled meaningfully.

This smile was thought-provoking, but before Lu Bai asked him what it meant, and hoped that he would tell him bluntly, Tang Zhu had no intention of continuing the conversation.

He shook the fan in his hand, "It's all up to Master Lu's luck to guess the rest. As for today, I, Bamboo Shadow Hall, have done Master Lu a favor. I don't know if Master Lu can do me a favor too." busy?"

Lu Bai was not in a hurry to agree.

He asked Tang Zhu to talk about it, and if he made things difficult for him or did him any unethical favors, Lu Bairang would stop talking.

"Haha." Tang Zhu laughed loudly, "I heard a cart driver say that Mr. Lu is a good official, but I don't think so. After seeing you today, Mr. Lu is very likely to be a good official."

Lu Bai stared at Tang Zhu like a knife.

Only a cart driver said that he was a good official when he first went to the prison supervisor's house to investigate the case, and now Tang Zhu actually knew, which showed that he was well-informed.

When Tang Zhu mentions it now, I'm afraid it's not just a talk.

Tang Zhu still looked calm and breezy, "But don't worry, Master Lu, the help I ask you is a small favor, such as——"

The fan in his hand stopped, "How did Lord Lu manage to make such rapid progress?"

Before Lu Bai could say anything, he said in advance: "Don't talk about hard work, or super genius, Mr. Lu is making rapid progress, tsk tsk—"

He felt that Lu Bai's progress had already surpassed the scope of this aspect.

This is as nonsense as Luban carpenter who is good at craftsmanship, but suddenly released the atomic bomb early in his last years. This is not a thing of the same level at all.

Lu Bai nodded in agreement, "You are right, my progress cannot be described by genius and hard work."

"Treasures from heaven and earth?" Tang Zhu asked casually.

He wasn't asking, but he knew that Lu Bai might not tell the truth, so he wanted to use preemptive strikes, and then observe his words, so as to determine the truth of Lu Bai's rapid progress from Lu Bai's expression.

However, Lu Bai shook his head without any pretense, "Of course not, I haven't eaten a single ginseng so far."

"Is that a magic weapon with a teacher?" Tang Zhu asked again.

Lu Bai still shook his head, so that Tang Zhu could not see any flaws.

Tang Zhu stopped talking, and was waiting for Lu Bai's answer. Lu Bai chuckled and said slowly, "Read more books, read more newspapers, sleep with wives less, and solve more cases. This is the secret of my practice."

Tang Zhu was stunned, and Gu Qinghuan couldn't help laughing behind him.

At the end, Tang Zhu shook his fan, "Master Lu is really humorous, well, since Master Lu won't say anything, I'll change the question—"

Lu Bai smiled, "It's not that I didn't say it, I said it, but you don't understand it, but I have a good heart, and I can help you again."

Tang Zhu didn't care, he just asked: "There is a White Wolf Gang in Yancheng, and the White Wolf Gang has a Shunfeng Bank. Is this Master Lu's business?"

Lu Bai frowned, the Bamboo Shadow Hall gave him more and more surprises, and even knew about Shunfeng Bank.

He nodded, "Yes, it's mine."

"My busyness is related to Mr. Lu's Shunfeng Bank." Tang Zhu devoted himself to asking for advice, "Although our Zhuyingtang's business is not as big as Mr. Lu's, the money we handle cannot be taken away by just one or two people. I don't know Mr. Lu Can you point me to one or two."

Lu Bai once again refreshed his views on Zhuyingtang.

His Shunfeng Bank business has not expanded very much, and now it has almost stabilized Yancheng and Yongle City. Other cities have been involved recently, but they are still in the initial stage, so they have not grown into a big climate.

To be honest, in Lu Bai's perception, people in the capital should pay more attention to his private salt business. As for Shunfeng Warehouse and Shunfeng Bank, they should be second.

However, the Bamboo Shadow Hall was able to inquire about the Shunfeng Bank and realized its power. Based on this alone, Lu Bai had to look up to them several times.

However, it is one thing to be well-informed and realize the future potential of Shunfeng Bank, but it is another thing to actually realize the vision of the bank. Lu Bai is not afraid that Zhu Yingtang will learn the essence of the bank.

Because there is only one most important thing in the bank - reputation.