The villain is being forced to whitewash again

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the autumn wind is no longer as refreshing as when it first arrived. The residents of the town have thickened their clothes, eat less spicy and too cold food, and try to keep warm all day long , no matter what time of the year it is very expensive to take medicine, if you accidentally catch a cold and cough, it will be bad.

Withered leaves scattered all over the ground, Changchun was standing at the door of the shop with a big broom sweeping the ground, the wind was blowing very hard, it was not worrying at all when he came back from a long walk A few piles of yellow and red leaves here and there were scattered everywhere, and Changchun could only take the trouble to clean it up again.

In the distance, Qin Shi and Qian Guanghan slowly walked over while chatting about something, I don't know if it was an illusion, Changchun rubbed his eyes, and always felt that the place Qin Shi passed by seemed that not a single dead leaf was crushed, and the soles of his boots were still clean It is so strange that there is not even silt, how is it possible.

Before he wanted to take a closer look, Qian Guanghan said casually, "Changchun, don't sweep the floor right now, go and make a cup of hot tea for each of us first, and bring some snacks from Xiangyoulai shop to put on the table." On the little table in the shop."

The puzzled train of thought in my mind was suddenly interrupted, and there was another errand to be done. Although Changchun was very reluctant, the boss was the boss. He was immediately kicked on the ass and thrown out of the store.

He replied "Oh, ok." He took a big broom and placed it in an inconspicuous corner next to the entrance of the spice shop, went to the kitchen first, took out an old wooden pot from the cabinet, and poured some roasted tea leaves into it. In the cup, I lifted the pot of boiling water with a wet soft cloth, carefully brewed two cups of hot tea, put the two cups on the plate, picked them up and left.

No wonder Qin Shi is not used to their tea every time, no matter how good the tea is brewed in such a rude way, anyone will give a bad review, although Qian Guanghan doesn't feel it at all, looking at Qin Shi looks embarrassed I actually asked if it was too bitter, should I add some rock sugar?The earnest expression leaves nothing to be said.

But it's another thing to get used to it, especially during the period when the weather started to get cold, Qin Shi comforted himself, at least every time he could taste the water temperature gradually became normal.

Lifting the cloth curtain hanging from above, Changchun saw that Qin Shi and Qian Guanghan had already been sitting on a chair alone, chatting with the merchants who came from afar just now across the small table. To be honest, he really listened completely I don't know the obscure and complicated words such as "agent" and "distribution". Whenever encountering such a situation, it is the best choice to keep your mouth shut and pretend that you are a fish swimming in the water.

Gently holding the cups and placing them on the small table one after another, Qian Guanghan was fascinated by what he heard, but he kept the cups in his hand all the time, neither of his lips touched a little water, which made Changchun, who was watching all this, turn his head. Rolling his eyes, this look is like a prodigal son who has become an obedient and good student. I remember that I didn't have such a good temper to accept humbly before, and I would drive the guests out when I was unhappy. Now it's really a thing of the past. things.

He took the plate and went to the kitchen, and came out later, ready to go to Xiangyoulai's store to buy some heart.

There were only two people left in the store. After analyzing the specific situation of the partnership just now, Qin Shi took a few sips of hot tea to moisten his throat, and couldn't help complaining that no matter how long time passed, the tea was still the same He didn't grow up at all, and he really doubted whether he would drink it if he poured it into the dog.

Qian Guanghan suddenly remembered something, and gossiped: "Brother Goudan, have you heard a little bit of the recent rumors?"

"Huh? I don't have much time to be interested in these things. What happened again?" Qin Shi casually said.

Qian Guanghan became interested and said, "Before, didn't you give Hu Ziqian 20.00% of the shares in the underground gambling ring for him to sell? It seems that the owner of the gambling ring happened to know that Hu Ziqian was not allowed to sell. The two of them recently The fight was fierce, and I found someone to smash the field and dug up a lot of information. I didn't expect that Hu Ziqian had been evading taxes for a long time, and the amount was so large that it was comparable to the sky full of stars. Well, the owner of the gambling ring is using this to force him not to sell the shares, otherwise he will report to the government."

"But everyone here understands that the government doesn't care so much. It's one thing if it can be dealt with, and another thing if it can't be dealt with. It's bad luck. How can a dog bite a dog and let people tell right from wrong? There is no such thing in the law. Hahaha, I was worried that Hu Ziqian would still settle accounts after the autumn, but now it seems that he can't protect himself, so there is no time to take care of us, seriously, did you keep this hand on purpose?"

Qin Shiping said flatly: "I can't say whether it was intentional or not. In fact, Hu Ziqian will fight against the underground gambling ring sooner or later. After all, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. I don't want to get involved with him too much because of this. The realization of the idea, if you hold the shares of the racecourse in your hands, even if you can hide it from the first day of the imperial court, you will not be able to hide it from the fifteenth day, and you will still be held accountable if something goes wrong."

"It's true. It's like picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelon. Small profits are not as good as long-term considerations. I thought it was a pity at the time. Now that something like this happened, you are farsighteder than me." Qian Guanghan agreed. nod.

The topic ended, and Qian Guanghan wanted to talk about something else, but Qian Guanghan suddenly heard someone shouting outside the gate: "Excuse me, is this a spice shop under Qian Guanghan's name?"

"Huh? That's me. Is there something wrong?" Qian Guanghan got up from his chair and walked to the threshold alone. He saw a middle-aged man standing outside, dressed in a serious style, and his brows seemed to be frowning even if they weren't wrinkled. Yes, the black and shiny goatee is upturned and looks very energetic, with the temperament of a cultural person in the city.

Looking at those beautiful beards, Qian Guanghan couldn't help feeling sour in his heart, touching his own, the forks were dry and very collapsed, how much nourishing and nourishing cream did he use to achieve such a flawless beard? How windy it is...

"Boss? Boss? Did you hear me?" The man stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him.

He immediately came back to his senses and said hastily: "Oh, sorry, I suddenly remembered the work I hadn't finished and accidentally lost my mind. I didn't hear what I said clearly. Can you repeat it again?"

The man was quite speechless and said: "I said, I am the editor-in-chief of Wulin Express - Li Hui. I sent you a letter some time ago, and I want to interview you and another partner about your business journey. I know if you have time for an interview now."

Hearing this, his eyes immediately lit up. A few days ago, he was still looking forward to when he would come, but today it finally appeared. With the free publicity of Wulin Express, their sales are about to increase. How can I let it go, laughing and talking.

"Of course, we have a lot of spare time, please come in quickly."

Editor-in-Chief Li walked into the room, looking around, the store was well decorated and very stylish, but the smell of tea in the air was so weird that he couldn't help but recall the dark cuisine that made people foam at the mouth at the party , his stomach twitched reflexively, he would never forget the appearance of those three suspected poisoned bastards until he died, and there was another one named Qin Kong who was also deeply impressed, he was definitely with those bastards, If one day he was touched by him, he would definitely grab him and not let him run away, and he must be caught together.

Angrily finished and still had serious business to do, Editor-in-Chief Li turned to Qian Guanghan and said, "Where's your other partner? I want to do an interview together."

"He's right there... isn't he..." Qian Guanghan subconsciously cast his eyes somewhere, but was surprised to find that Qin Shi, who was sitting on the chair next to the table, had disappeared from the world at some point.

"Hey! The one who was chatting with me just now, why did he disappear in a blink of an eye after walking out? Who just fell from the sky and took him away? Why don't you come and go like this?"

On this side, Qian Guanghan was still rummaging around in confusion looking for his traces. On the other side, Qin Shi had already sneaked through the back door to the town water bridge far from the spice shop, and was doing interviews or whatever. ?He didn't want to show off so much that his dual identities became the hottest headlines in the new magazine of Wulin Kuai. He should try to hide as far as possible. The most important thing is to keep a low profile and live a peaceful life for the rest of his life.

The long white clouds sway in the long green river, the arch bridge stands high, the stone steps are one after another, and the stone pillars are carved with beautiful patterns. At both ends of the bridge grows a tree that is older than three old people together The old maple trees, which are still very old, shade the bridge deck from sun and rain every day.

Autumn is here, the leaves of the branches are almost red and yellow, and the wind blows gently, and it seems like a drizzle. Occasionally, there is a white-haired female duck with a few small yellow ducks behind. Duck cubs swam past and disturbed the calm river.

Walking step by step on the stone steps with open legs, there are girls in pink clothes holding hands, passing by with their female companions, laughing and joking about some inconspicuous discoveries that are not worth mentioning. Turning her head from time to time, her earrings are small and green. There are often peddlers carrying poles on their shoulders. There are light baskets made of bamboo at both ends, covered by a thin blue cloth, and there is a scent floating out from the gap, sweet It has a silky feeling of honey, which seems to be a date cake.

There are not many people walking on the bridge today, only a few sporadic ones. He stood in the middle of the arch bridge, half of his body was reflected in the calm river surface, until a fallen leaf was broken, and waves appeared in circles from the original place. further and further.

Looking up, there is a picturesque town in the distance. Looking at it, I miss the last world. Although it is ordinary, it is also beautiful. How is the master doing alone now? There is only endless love, what is it... called the bridge of endless love..."

Suddenly a voice beside him sighed and continued the second half of his poem, "From now on, it will be renamed Zheliu, and let him leave the hatred one by one. (Note 1)"

Hearing the sound, he turned his head and cast his gaze to the side. A piece of clothing was as white as deep snow, with a light blue lining, a moiré belt around the waist, and a simple and delicate Pisces jade pendant hung short of it. He had black hair and slightly raised eyes. , the impression of the gentle and quiet son of the family is ready to come out.

It was obvious that he was interrupting without permission, but the person beside him reacted and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I crossed the line of not looking at the atmosphere, please forgive me if it makes you feel unhappy, I'd better leave now."

The author has something to say: Note 1: The material quotes Yong Tao's work "The Bridge of Inscriptions"