I live in Beihai Jun Nanhai [Rebirth]

The storefront is surprisingly large. There are eight double-opening mahogany doors alone. There is a nanmu plaque hanging on the door, with the three characters "Yuxinglu" written in gold, and a big "Dian" on the flag fluttering in the wind. Character.

Ji Qinglin didn't think much about it after watching it, and walked straight to the shop.

When I entered the store, I found that the store's grandeur is not limited to the storefront. The tables and chairs in the store are all made of high-quality sandalwood, and each table is equipped with a set of exquisite purple sand tea sets.

On the opposite side is a long row of altars, with a total of twelve windows, and the windows are opened extremely high. People who are shorter may have to step on their feet to talk to the court officials in those windows.

It was still early at this time, and there were no court officials sitting in those windows, only a sleepy-eyed clerk in the shop was holding a feather duster and yawning casually to dust off the altar.

Hearing someone coming in, the guy glanced back lazily. He didn't even see how many people were coming against the light.

Just as Ji Qinglin was about to ask, Yin Luo sat down on the sandalwood chair beside him, tapped his fingers on the table casually, and raised his eyebrows at the clerk, "Where's your manager?"

The guy stopped what he was doing, turned his head and looked up and down at Yinluo strangely, thinking where did this girl come from, she was so ignorant, she was going to find our boss when she came up?

Just as he was about to roll his eyes and ignore it, he caught a glimpse of Xie Wuyi standing aside from the corner of his eye.

Looking closely, this person is wearing a refreshing silver embroidered robe, a bone-colored long sword on the left side of his waist, and a finely carved jade pendant on the right side. Apart from this, there is not much decoration on his body, but it makes people feel involuntarily. There is a feeling of seeing heaven and man.

Looking at the young man standing at the front, the clothes looked plain at first glance, but upon closer inspection, one could find that the clothes were made of fine Sangdi tribute brocade.

I have to say that after staying in the pawn shop for a long time, this guy still has some knowledge of the goods. At this moment, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart: Could it be that these people are from some big family in the city that he has never seen before?

Thinking about it, he didn't dare to be too negligent for a while, looked at Yinluo and replied: "Yesterday, the shop was busy with business, Manager Zhu went to bed late at night, and at this time he is still resting in the bedroom in the backyard, and has not yet gotten up."

Yinluo sneered in his heart, busy with business?I think he was busy climbing that girl from Drunk Cloud Pavilion, right?

Thinking about it, she looked at the guy, and said slowly with a smile on her face: "Oh, is that right? Since you haven't got up yet, go and scream."

The man was surprised that the girl spoke so impolitely, but he couldn't figure out her details for a while, and he couldn't get angry, so he just smiled and said: "Girl, I'm just a handyman. It's not a big deal so early in the morning. It's inappropriate to go and disturb the master's dream, right?"

When Yingong heard it, he curled up his mouth and smiled, reached out and grabbed a purple clay pot on the table, weighed it in his hand, and suddenly threw it on the ground, with a crisp "pop", the guy was startled: "You, what are you doing!"

Ji Qinglin was also taken aback, and looked at Yinluo in surprise, "Grandma?"Aren't we here to make money?you are...

Yin Luo curled his lips, as if he was dissatisfied with the sound of the teapot falling to the ground, raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows at the waiter and said with a smile: "Isn't it not a big deal? Now there is one? Tell your manager Zhu that someone is coming to smash his shop." !"

The guy opened his mouth wide and blinked in astonishment, then swallowed his saliva forcefully, didn't dare to say any more, grabbed the feather duster, turned around and ran to the backyard.

"Silver gong?" Ji Qinglin was still in shock, "What are you doing?"

Yin Luo stood up, patted him on the shoulder calmly and said, "Don't worry, young master, this Manager Zhu has a weird personality. He doesn't like others to flatter and flatter him, but he prefers the kind of arrogant and tricky people. So I smashed his teapot, not only will he not be angry, but he will also think that we are very interesting. The young master will watch, and he will serve us a pot of good tea himself in a while, don't worry, ah."

Ji Qinglin stared at her suspiciously, obviously not convinced that there could be such a person who doesn't know what to expect in this world, then turned to look at Xie Wuyi, and saw that he was already sitting at the table beside him, his expression was not the slightest bit. Nothing changed, as if nothing had happened just now, seeing Ji Qinglin looking at him, he nodded slightly, as if agreeing with Yin Luo's words.

Seeing that the two of them were so calm, Ji Qinglin felt relieved and waited quietly for the manager to appear.

Yin Luo paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, inspecting the whole room in circles, weighing this and touching that, as if he was in his own home.

After a while, a series of hurried footsteps came from the backyard, mixed with intermittent scolding: "Who dares to come to my store!? I think she is tired of work!? She smashed it!" Which pot is it? Which!? She..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

The man stepped into the threshold of the back door with one foot, raised his eyes and saw the silver gong tremble suddenly, his body limp and collapsed to the side as if his ankle was sprained.

Seeing this, the clerk quickly helped him up, and saw that Manager Zhu was holding onto the door frame, his lips trembling violently: "Dong, Dongdongdong..."

Standing behind Ji Qinglin, Yin Luo stretched out a finger in front of his mouth, glanced at Ji Qinglin, and Manager Zhu immediately shut his mouth and swallowed the phrase "My boss".

Yinluo walked around Ji Qinglin and walked to Manager Zhu with a smile, stretched out his hand and lifted his arm and said with a smile: "What's the matter, Manager Zhu has learned ventriloquist recently? Could it be that he wants to sing for us early in the morning?" A little song?"

Manager Zhu got up slid by the silver gong, took a few deep breaths, and managed to regain his legs. His eyes kept wandering around the people in front of him, completely unaware of what was going on.

This Yuxinglu is a time-honored brand in Daluan Middle School. In addition to pawnshops, there are many other industries under the signboard, such as banks, post stations, inns, escort agencies, etc., all over Daluan Middle School.

The person at the helm behind it has a token called "Yujinling". The managers of all Yuxinglu branches in the country recognize the order but do not recognize anyone. As long as they see the Yujinling, they must act according to the order. Can't be wrong.

And the girl Yanque in front of her is the boss of this term, and all the managers call her "Boss".

It's just that this boss has always been indifferent, and Manager Zhu has only seen her twice in the ten years since he took office.

Unfortunately, both times she slipped off the bed to check the account when she was in the Drunken Cloud Pavilion in the middle of the night.

Therefore, when the old and vigorous Manager Zhu saw her, his body immediately had some kind of uncomfortable reaction.

The clerk stood aside, and when he saw that Mr. Zhu, who was usually tall and majestic, was blocked by a girl and didn't dare to vent his anger, he knew that the people in front of him must be very human, and he was worried and secretly congratulated: "Fortunately, I held back just now. You have offended people by being so cheap...

Yinluo let go of Manager Zhu's arm, walked back to Ji Qinglin and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "This is Mr. Ji, come to pawn something today."

After finishing speaking, she folded her arms and raised her eyebrows with a sly smile and said: "By the way, I just heard that Manager Zhu was busy until late at night yesterday and didn't go to sleep. He disturbed your dreams so early and broke your sleep." Baby teapot, are you really sorry?"

Yinluo deliberately emphasized the word "late night". Manager Zhu was startled when he heard that, he waved his hands and laughed and said: "Where, where, cough cough, open the door for business, it's common to get up early and stay late, not to mention that teapot... "

He glanced at the broken teapot on the ground, suppressed the pain in his heart and forced a smile: "Yeah, it's not worth much..."

Yin Luo still looked at him with a smile on his face, and didn't intend to continue.

Manager Zhu panicked, quickly changed the subject, and smiled at Ji Qinglinhan: "I don't know what this... honorable guest wants to pawn?"

Seeing Manager Zhu's reaction, Ji Qinglin completely believed what Yinluo said just now.

He is really a weird person... After being raised from bed early in the morning, and smashing things in the store, he can still laugh so... flattering?

Just as Ji Qinglin was about to speak, Xie Wuyi behind him spoke first: "I heard that Mr. Zhu cherishes talents. Yu Xinglu can pawn not only treasures, but also poetry."

His tone was calm, but it was an unquestionable affirmation.

Manager Zhu stared at Xie Wuyi dumbfounded, do I cherish talent?I do not know how?Also, what do pawn poems mean?

Although he knew that this person came with his master, he didn't know his intentions. Monk Zhang Er was puzzled and didn't know how to answer the conversation for a long time, but he looked at him calmly without changing his opinion, as if he didn't feel himself at all. Said something surprising, just waiting for his answer.

Manager Zhu blinked blankly, and after a long while, he had no choice but to pull out a smirk and replied along the way: "No, that's right, I cherish talents, cherish talents."

Only then did Ji Qinglin feel relieved, and asked politely, "I don't know how to pawn the poems in your store? Is it based on quantity or quality? Are there any special requirements?"

Manager Zhu: "..."

quantity?quality?Require?

How to answer this question! ?

He looked at Xie Wuyi, his eyes were dull, and he smirked like a fool: "Heh, heh, heh heh..."

Ji Qinglin was puzzled, what's wrong with this man?I asked him a question, why did he look at Xie Wuyi with a dumbfounded smile?

Thinking about it, he also turned his head to look at Xie Wuyi.

Xie Wuyi said calmly without changing his face: "I heard that the theme of spring used to be, and you can write it yourself or someone else. One poem and one article, at least fifty."

Yin Luo's eyes widened in disbelief, one poem after another! ?How much does this have to be written in exchange for a meal?

She was a little confused at once, thinking that Xianzun is helping the young master... or is he cheating him?

How can Manager Zhu manage so much, his opinion has been given to the next step, and he quickly nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, yes, that's it, that's it."

"Taking spring as the theme...you can do whatever you want..."

Ji Qinglin pondered for a moment, pursed his lips, and began to think about how many poems and essays about spring he could write.

In other words, it doesn’t have to be done by himself, but he recalled in his mind that few of the poems and essays he had read in the past were related to spring, so I’m afraid most of them had to be discovered by himself. do.

After a while, he looked at Xie Wuyi and asked, "How much do we need?"

Xie Wuyi said concisely: "The more the better."

At this moment, Manager Zhu was full of doubts: The boss and the others are here to ask for money?Then why don't you show your identity and take the money directly, and tell the young man what to write poems for?Could it be that this young master is a famous artist, and the owner wants to collect his pen and ink?But one article is too worthless...

After thinking for a long time, he suddenly came up with a reasonable explanation: the young man must have encountered some difficulties and urgently needed money, and the boss wanted him to write as much as possible, so the price was kept so low!

Thinking about it this way, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: No traitor, no business, no traitor, no business, my boss really deserves to be a businessman, and he is still a big, traitor, and businessman!