Shark Lie Song

Bian Chaoge sat in the main tent in the middle of the barracks, frowning and thinking.

In his hand is a secret report, and the sender is Ming Yuan.

The guards around him are anxiously waiting for Bian Chaoge to deal with the mountain of military affairs before the case is resolved.

As the commander-in-chief of the first army, he should have bowed his head to the case and dealt with the important tasks of the war situation that may change suddenly at this moment.

But Bian Chaoge turned a deaf ear, his eyes were still staring at the thin paper in front of him.

"You said, they are all creatures of the same clan. Why did patriarch Mingyuan attack the Nanhai clan so cruelly?"

The paper in front of him was densely filled with various information about the Merman clan in the South China Sea, from geographical location to clan buildings, living habits to daily food and drink.

The personal guard looked sideways at the paper and commented disdainfully.

"People like the Merman of the South China Sea are not worthy of sympathy at all—these big and small things in the clan are all known to outsiders. As the clan leader can be so negligent, sooner or later they will perish."

Bian Chaoge nodded, raised his hand and handed the paper to the guard.

"Find someone to copy it quickly, and pay attention to the details of the drawings on it, so you can't make mistakes."

The guard carefully took the letter paper, gently closed it and put it in his arms, then hugged Bian Chaoge, and he disappeared in the next second.

Bian Chaoge sat on a chair to relax, while Chen Fang looked at him from a distance.

"You are exhausted from fighting the war now, so do you want me to help you take care of this?" As long as you say a word, it is all right for me to dive into the [-]-meter water alone to save people.

Bian Chaoge waved his hand.

"We cooperate with Mingyuan, but we can't let them take advantage of the fisherman. You go and ask Mingyuan for a few mermen, and they will be there for us to use."

Chen Fang obeyed and was about to leave.

"Little Fang," Bian Chaoge called Chen Fang, paused for a moment and spoke in a deep voice, but his voice was extremely gentle, "No matter how brave a human being is, he can't compete with the weakest mermaid underwater. There are many things, don't push yourself too hard gone."

Chen Fang turned his head and shook his fist at Bian Chaoge.

Then he tapped his toes and flew up to the roof in one leap.

At this time, if someone is by his side, they will definitely be infected by the bright smile on his face...

South China Sea.

Zhou Juexian was so bored that he even started to teach Wan Qijing to settle accounts.

"You pick up three beads every day, two low-grade and one medium-grade, and you can get two taels of silver if you sell them to Mo Si, but you can only get one or two taels of silver when you sell them in the market... Let me ask you, you choose to sell to who?"

Wan Chengjing thought about it seriously for a while, and then replied: "Of course it is sold to Master Si."

Then Zhou Jue rolled his eyes and continued.

"But Mo Si is often not in the clan because of many official duties, so your goods may accumulate for a long time, and then you will have no money to support me and Qiaoniang..."

"I have! I have other income..." Wan Chengjing started to answer before Zhou Jue finished speaking. Facts have proved that whether it is a shark or a man, they are eager to impress themselves in front of their spouses (in fact, they do not exist) of strength.

Zhou Jue flew over with a sharp eye.

Wan Chengjing immediately shut up obediently and lowered his head.

"...but if you sell the bad beads every day, get five or six qian in income, and then keep the good ones, and hand them all to Mo Si when he returns to the clan—how about that?"

Wan Chengjing thought for a long time, and then nodded with difficulty.

"That's right, ordinary low-grade beads are sold to anyone, but the main difference is the middle or high-grade beads... This ensures the minimum daily income without loss!"

Zhou Jue nodded and smiled, reaching out his hand for the first time to touch Zhou Jue's jet-black hair, causing the latter to tremble all over.

"This is called running water, that is, the running water of the running account. Money is actually alive. Only when it flows can money be generated and profits maximized." Zhou Jue was so happy playing with Wan Chengjing's hair. Braided the latter, "By the way, your hair...is it naturally so smooth?"

Wan Chengjing was shy for a while, and no one dared to move for a while.

"We...we are always underwater after all, so there is a special pharmacist in the clan who prepares the potion, and families in need can get it. Jiaoniang and us can both use it."

"Oh," Zhou Jue withdrew his hand, put it in front of his nose and sniffed - Wan Chengjing blushed again, "The smell seems to be pretty good! I have always thought it was the smell of you Wan Chengjing , but a few days ago at Qiaoniang's residence, I also smelled this vague smell..."

Wan Chengjing didn't know where to put his hands, so he could only clenched two small fists and put them on his knees—it was just that the pointy tail, which was not in control, was out of the control of the owner every day, and there was nothing in the air behind the two of them. The waving wave of meaning leaked his (everyone's) mind again.

Zhou Jue pondered for a moment, but finally couldn't hold back his heart.

"By the way... is it convenient to disclose the raw materials and production method of this hair care product?"

After hearing this, Wan Chengjing fell into silence.

Zhou Jue took it for granted that he was unwilling to reveal the secret recipe - after all, everyone's thinking mode will have inertial thinking, just like him, it is estimated that it is impossible to get rid of this kind of thinking of a philistine and profiteer in this life.

But Wan Qijing is not—he is just a little worried.

"Well, do you know Musk...?"

Wan Chengjing's voice hesitated, but Zhou Jue was not impatient.

"Naturally, this is a treasure in the sea that is equivalent to gold!"

A trace of confusion appeared in Wan Chengjing's eyes.

"Human beings are too pitiful..."

Zhou Jue was curious and asked him why he said that.

"Because... because this is the excrement of some kind of ocean giant whale!"

The second he learned the truth, Zhou Jue fell into confusion...

However, in just a moment, he quickly adjusted his state.

"Then, since this is the case, is this kind of object extremely easy to obtain in the underwater world?"

Wan Chengjing nodded obediently.

"Speaking of which, our race is fairly average, and some races will raise sperm whales because they highly admire this smell..."

Zhou Jue seemed more interested, because he thought he had the strength, that is, the ability to raise sperm whales as a human being.If he was released back to the water, with the wealth of his Zhou family, let alone sperm whales, it would be no problem to set up an underwater zoo.

After all, in the area of ​​Jiangsu and Zhejiang where the Zhou family is located, the most indispensable thing is water. The Zhou family occupies almost all large and medium-sized docks, which not only brings the Zhou family unparalleled shipping speed, but also virtually confirms the Zhou family's status as the amphibious commercial overlord. .

Zhou Jue thought happily that if he could return to the water one day in the future, he would hire Wan Chengjing to manage his underwater farm for himself, and he would make the best use of everything—don’t look at him being imprisoned by Wan Chengjing for so long, If he can go out (he has no doubt about it) he does not plan to crusade against the mermaids, and if they are willing, they will be included and treated favorably.

Therefore, the reason why the fathers of the two brothers Zhou Jue and Zhou Min chose Zhou Jue as the head of the Zhou family was that Zhou Min loved beauties and did not love Qian Shan, and more importantly, it was because of Zhou Jue’s personality—in a sense. , Strict as it should be, but those who should turn a blind eye to it are mostly indifferent.

But for example, Chen Fang, who touches against the scales, let's not mention it...

Wan Chengjing looked at Zhou Jue who was deep in thought again, and waited wisely by himself without interrupting.

Zhou Jue's thoughts came back quickly, his eyes locked on Wan Qijing, and he continued his daily intelligence-gathering business.

"By the way, in your clan, only Jiaoniang's air chamber has air?"

Without even thinking about it, Wan Chengjing blurted out: "Of course not, there is also a small room behind the ancestral hall, which is also there."

Zhou Jue became interested.

"Oh? What's in that house?"

Wan Chengjing scratched his hair, and continued to braid Zhou Jue's half-braided braid—after all, Wan Chengjing was a well-known friend of women in the clan, so such trivial matters were naturally out of the question.

"It's nothing, just a small shrine with a portrait of our ancestors..."

Zhou Jue held back his mouth, noncommittal.

"I want to see what your ancestors looked like."

So, with a word from the beauty, Wan Chengjing, the unlucky one, was about to go up the knife mountain and down the oil pan.

It may be a little exaggerated, but——just secretly brought the painting to show Zhou Jue, and then secretly hung the painting back...

Perfect, this plan can be said to be seamless, isn't it?

Wan Chengjing thought happily of the ghostly place in the ancestral hall, except that he was punished by the patriarch to clean it every day, and no one else would even pass by, let alone the ashes accumulated all the year round on the shrine. Clean the shrine regularly, but Wan Qijing doesn't know).

He quickly swam towards the ancestral hall, startling groups of sea fish...

Naturally, Wan Chengjing, the Ma Daha, didn't see the panic on the face of Wan Chengsi, who had just returned to the clan in the dusty world—Master Si thought that something big happened in the clan, otherwise, how could someone be so impatient?

Wan Tengsi, who couldn't restrain his curiosity, thought for a moment, left Wan Tenglin behind, and quietly followed behind the anxious Wan Tengjing, following him to figure out what he was up to.

Wan Chengjing entered the ancestral hall and headed for the back room without stopping.

Wan Chengsi waited for a while, wondering: Didn't Wan Chengjing do something wrong again, so he was punished by the patriarch to do his old job of cleaning?

But it's not right, every time he came to clean up in the past, he would be a dead man, and half a stick of incense could be stained with two sticks of incense - is he bewitched today or something?

Wan Chengsi thought about it and didn't wait for Wan Chengjing to come out, thinking about going in and taking a look.

There is no one in the shrine.

Wan Tusi's heart pounded, and he hurried to walk towards the secret room.

... As expected, the Wanqi mirror is really here...

"A Jing... what are you doing?" Wan Chengsi looked at Wan Chengjing who was frozen there, and asked without any emotion in his voice.

Wan Qijing was secretly researching how to remove the portrait—he hadn’t actually started researching it yet, because this was the first time he had observed the painting so closely, so he was attracted by Wan Qidong’s eyes and fell into it. Trance...

"No, what are you doing!" Wan Chengjing said the words in a high-pitched voice that was completely different from usual - it was as suspicious as it could be.

Naturally, Wan Chengsi will believe that he is a big-headed ghost.

"I know that the first ancestor is tall, mighty, mighty, and wise Xuanwu—but no matter how hungry you are, you can't be obsessed with the first ancestor. After all, he has been dead for a long time... Wan Chengjing, what are you doing!!!!"

While talking, Wan Chengsi walked towards the direction of Wan Cheng mirror calmly - and then saw a corner of the portrait turned up!

"Me! I... Lord Si, spare my life, Lord Si, spare my life!"

But Wan Chengsi didn't want to listen to Wan Chengjing's nonsense, so he just rounded his arms and started beating.Wan Chengjing didn't dare to fight back, so he could only run around in the small secret room.

"Master Si, I have wronged Master Si, please stop beating Master Si."

Wan Chengsi ignored the two hundred and five, turned a deaf ear to his cry, and Taotao was furious in front of his eyes.

Although Wan Chengjing's stature is not much higher than that of Wan Chengsi, his years of idleness make him a waste snack with negative combat effectiveness.

So in a short while, the trash dim sum was beaten to the ground, and Wan Chengsi, who had just lost half of his anger, dragged his tail all the way to the patriarch's meeting hall.

Wan Qilin and Hei, no, and Wan Qiyuan were looking at the information brought back by Wan Qilin, and they looked up when they heard someone entering the door.

"Where is Ah Si going? What's wrong with Ah Jing! Is this a sneak attack in the clan?"

The two people put down their work and quickly surrounded them, one on the left and the other on the right, took over the half-dead Wan Qijing from Wan Chengsi's hand - the latter struggled a bit when it was changed hands and tried to escape, but was suppressed vigorously by the two people .

"He's fine, I hit him."

Both Wan Qilin and Wan Qiyuan were taken aback for a moment, and then they both looked at Wan Qisi in disbelief.

This Wan Chengjing—although he is a fool—has always been the treasure of the clan, why on earth did he have to be so cruel.

"Si," Wan Qilin clenched his right fist and put it next to his mouth to cough, and said after a moment of pondering, "Even if Ah Jing is wrong, I can't hit him like this. I'm afraid this child has never suffered from this kind of..."

"He wants to steal the ancestor's painting!"

All three were silent, and embarrassment spread in this small meeting room.

"Wait, you mean?" Wan Chenglin spoke with difficulty, and looked at Wan Chengsi as if seeking proof, who nodded.

Wan Qilin let go of his hand with a "snap", and Wan Qiyuan quickly caught Wan Qijing who was shaking into chaff.

Wan Qilin walked around the room with his hands behind his back, and finally stopped in front of Wan Qijing.

"Tell me yourself."

The instigator half-kneeled on the ground, his tail tucked up obediently, not daring to be presumptuous.

"I, I, I, I just want to show Zhou Jue a portrait of the ancestor."

The three people in the room looked at each other, and as expected, it was the name of this alluring bitch again...

"Then what can you do if you bring him to the ancestral hall? I heard that you brought him to Qiaoniang a while ago?"

Wan Qilin felt that he had exhausted his five lifetimes of patience in the face of the scourge of Wan Qijing. The bottom line was lowered again and again, and he didn't criticize why foreigners can admire the treasure of his own family, but only the way of accountability.

Wan Chengjing hesitated and said that because last time Zhou Jue was uncomfortable underwater...

Before Wan Qiyuan finished speaking, he took him out of the patriarch's meeting room quickly, because if he didn't leave for a second, Wan Qilin might really kill the fish...

After Wan Qijing was dragged away by Wan Qiyuan, Wan Qilin slowly regained his senses.

"This Ah Jing... is really outrageous."

"Yeah, all these years, it's my fault that I've been spoiled by him."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled wryly, then turned serious.

"This Zhou Jue, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay..."

Wan Chengsi seemed to be talking to himself, Wan Chenglin was silent for a while, and then nodded silently.

"Thanks to your timely discovery this time. Otherwise...!"

Wan Chenglin didn't say what happened next, but Wan Chengsi understood.

……

The undercurrent is surging underwater, while above the water, the person who misses Zhou Jue is turning into a god of killing, meeting gods and killing gods, meeting demons and killing demons...

Zhou Jue, wait, wait, wait.

I, Bian Chaoge, will pick you up right away...