Rong Lan

Not long after the man appeared, Qian Pan hurried upstairs with the snow fox cloak in his hands, but after a quarter of an hour, when he went downstairs again, the cloak was gone.

In a guest room on the top floor of Qianqianke, the man dismissed his followers, leaving only one person to ask, "Why didn't you act earlier?"

The person who was questioned felt guilty for a while, and knelt down and said: "Back to the young master, this Young Master Rong Lan is very calm in the face of many killers, and the killers dare not rush forward, so the young one thinks he is hiding something. Thinking that he walked to the edge of the cliff, he jumped down without saying a word! The little one didn't have time to stop it, so...but the little one dealt with those killers afterwards, otherwise even if he rolled off the cliff and survived, he would have no life to walk back here. "

Qian Yuchen frowned: "So, not only is he to blame for the injury, but he also has to thank you for saving his life?"

"I don't dare! It's just...Young Master, this person approached you first, and you led him into Qianqianke to test him with the accounts. Sure enough, no one has been able to find out the fake accounts for so many years. He discovered it as soon as he came. Clue! The shopkeeper of Yanzhuang didn’t even look for anyone after he escaped from the dead, but he wanted to kill him, a little accountant first! I felt that there might be something behind him involved in this matter, so I wanted to observe first Take another shot, so we can judge whether he is deceiving people by calling out to catch the thief and acting out a murderous scene, or if he is really innocent and suffers!"

A few days ago, two salt farms affiliated to Qianyu Zhuang Hongzhou Biezhuang discovered a huge amount of fraudulent accounts.

The existence of this poisonous snake has long been known to the young owner, but the young owner has just taken over the affairs of the village and lacks a convincing opportunity to do it. The discovery of fake accounts is just used to lead to the tip of the iceberg.

But the complexity of things far exceeded expectations.

These people have been operating for many years, and the amount of corruption and bribery is astonishing. They even secretly communicated with Jue people and were involved in treason, but none of them secretly had a corresponding amount of private property. So far, the losses recovered by the village are extremely limited, and the books record the whereabouts of the money. After analysis of the account books, it shows that the person who finally got the silver is not in the village.

The mastermind behind the scenes is still hiding very deep. Who is it that has accumulated money through Qianyuzhuang for many years, and what is his purpose for asking for so much money?

The owner of the young village intuited that there was a bigger and deeper conspiracy behind this matter, perhaps not as simple as greedy for money, so he deliberately let the shopkeeper of a salt village go fishing.

I never thought that the first thing the shopkeeper of Yanzhuang did after his narrow escape was not to inform the mastermind behind the scenes, but to pay the murderer to find the accountant who discovered the fake accounts!

With such a weird and unreasonable behavior, the identity of the person who was killed is definitely questionable!

Qianwu knelt on the ground and spoke convincingly. That day at the foot of Mingshan Mountain, he drove around Rong Lan who was lying on the road, and preconceived that Rong Lan was deliberately approaching his young village owner in an attempt to commit crimes.

Qian Yuchen frowned even tighter: "Since it's all the observations, what's the result of the observations?"

Qianwu bowed his head: "Return to the young master, the little one didn't observe anything suspicious..."

As soon as Qianwu finished speaking, the room was instantly filled with extremely low air pressure.

"Qianwu, how many times have I said that you should treat people with the heart of a gentleman first. No matter what his purpose is for uncovering the fake accounts, he has never done anything to harm Qianyuzhuang so far!"

The powerful internal pressure made Qianwu unable to stand upright. He spit out a mouthful of blood on the ground, and said with difficulty: "I know my mistake! I guarantee that similar things will never happen again!"

Someone outside the house suddenly sent a message: "Master Shao, those salt merchants sent someone to invite again, are you continuing to refuse tonight?"

Qian Yuchen raised his voice: "Tell them, I'll be there later."

"Yes, Young Master!"

The door was opened, Qian Yuchen stood up and said to Qianwu: "Qianbai will save you, before I come back, you kneel here and reflect on yourself."

"I know!" Qianwu knelt on the ground and did not dare to move. Some belatedly, the owner of the Shaozhuang seldom gets angry. Today, Mr. Rong almost died because of his negligence. It is estimated that he almost destroyed the cloth of the owner of the Shaozhuang. the overall situation.

On the other side, Rong Lan sent the news that the cloak was waiting for thousands of dishes, and ten days passed in a blink of an eye.

Early in the morning, Meng Shengan came to see him for a follow-up visit. He was surprised that the man in front of him was so pale that he seemed to die at any moment, but his pulse condition was almost the same as that of ordinary people except for a little weakness.

Meng Sheng'an couldn't help asking: "I just heard today that Mr. Rong went to Shuheng to seek medical treatment. Can you show me the prescription that the old doctor Chang gave you? I need to think about it before prescribing the medicine."

Rong Lan shook her head: "Except for a few heart-protecting pills, Senior Chang didn't prescribe any prescriptions for me."

Meng Sheng'an was startled, and only gave emergency pills but did not prescribe the medicine. He thought that the illness would never return, and there was no need to prescribe a prescription, but when he closed his eyes and checked Rong Lan's pulse, he still couldn't find anything wrong. He said discouragedly: "Meng's medical skills are really not good. Your low-grade fever and cough should be caused by a heart disease that has been deeply involved in the lungs. I couldn't diagnose it! Meng is ashamed!"

Rong Lan comforted: "Doctor Meng doesn't need to blame himself! But please don't talk too much to others about my illness, especially Qianbo."

Meng Shengan hurriedly said, "It's only natural!"

In the afternoon, Qian Pan brought a swordsman in black to Rong Lan's room.

"Mr. Rong, this person's name is 'Ye Silent'. He is well-known in Jianghu. He is good at wielding knives, and his lightness skills are especially high. But he likes to gamble. He lost a lot of money in a gambling shop a few days ago, so he came to me to make some money. Money to pay gambling debts."

"Uncle Pan, sit down and talk." Rong Lan politely asked Qian Pan to take a seat, then raised her eyes to Ye Wusheng, who was standing alone in the room, without concealing her scrutiny.

Ye Wusheng has narrow eyes and thick eyebrows, and there is a scar on the left side of his face, which makes him look a bit hideous.

Rong Lan looked at Qian Pan for a while, and thanked Qian Pan: "Thank you Uncle Pan for your trouble, I accept this man. I plan to leave early tomorrow morning. I will not say goodbye alone." Rong Lan stood up and bowed to Qian Pan: "Uncle Pan will always keep Rong Lan in mind for taking care of me!"

Qian Pan received a salute from Rong Lan, stroked his beard and said, "If Bo'er knows that Master is gone but doesn't tell him, I'm afraid she will be sad for a long time."

Rong Lan had no choice but to say, "I didn't mean to hide it from him, it's just that Xiaobo has a careful mind, and I'm afraid he will be even more sad."

Qian Pan sighed and got up: "Forget it! Since you have made up your mind to go, I will no longer advise you to stay until the spring of the next year before leaving. You should rest well today, and you have to hurry tomorrow."

After sending Qian Pan away, Rong Lan said silently to Ye, "Take me to the gambling house where you lost money."

Ye Wusheng's ferocious face became even more ferocious in an instant: "That kind of place is not for a frail scholar like young master, let alone young master, seeing that he is seriously ill, it is better to rest more according to Uncle Pan's advice."

Rong Lan squinted her eyes at Ye Wusheng, curled her lips into a chuckle: "Are you really annoying?"

The long and narrow eyes of the man in front of him narrowed slightly, and the bright black pupils only moved for a moment, as if he could see through everything. He silently lowered his head, not daring to meet such eyes: "It's the Treasure Gambling House in the east of the city. go?"

Rong Lan withdrew her gaze and strode out of the room: "Of course! Uncle Pan and Xiaobo don't know about it, so I'm going to block it too!"

Ye Wusheng was surprised when he heard the words, but he heard the man in front of him mocking himself and sneering coldly.

"Heh! It's not a good gamble, and you won't end up with the short-lived fate you have now!"

The two of them walked out of the gate of the thousand diners, and there was a carriage parked in front of the door. Rong Lan looked sideways, and felt that the carriage was very familiar, and then looked at the young man who was driving to the backyard of the restaurant, he raised the corners of his mouth meaningfully, and lowered his voice to say Ye Wusheng said: "Aren't you very good at lightness kung fu? I'll try your kung fu. If you see the carriage, follow the boy who drives the carriage and help me find out which room the owner of the carriage lives in. Pick me up at Jubao Casino in two hours."

Ye Wusheng responded in a low voice: "It's not difficult! It's just that the young master wants to go to the gambling house alone?"

Rong Lan waved her hand and walked away: "Don't worry, I have gambled alone before! But last time I lost, this time I plan to win, so you have to pick me up on time, otherwise I won too much money, I don't think I can leave without you!"

For ten days in a row, thousands of diners came and went. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that there have been a lot of famous and wealthy businessmen gathered here recently. At this moment, an elegant room on the second floor is full of people, and the atmosphere is dignified.

I only heard an old man say: "May I ask Master Chen, the war between the imperial court and Beijue has been over for a while, when will the mining of sand and salt begin?"

Qian Yuchen smiled: "Senior Fu, I have already said that this matter still has to wait for the approval of the imperial court. No matter how big Qianyuzhuang is, it is not as big as the government. Besides, private salt in the south is rampant right now, so it is not a good time to enter the market."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young and unrestrained accusation came out: "Master Chen! We've been talking for ten days, don't use the government to oppress people anymore! The emperor has already handed over [-]% of Beijue Shayan's supervision. For you Qianyu Zhuang, everyone here is well aware of this matter!"

Qian Yuchen smiled and shook his head: "Brother Li's words are wrong. The pre-approval document was approved long ago, but first there was a rebellion by the Miaonan rebels, and then there was a big case of illegal salt in the south, and the rest of the procedures were delayed. So far, I am afraid that before the southern salt market stabilizes, the imperial court will not receive enough salt tax, and the Ministry of Household Affairs will not have time to take care of other matters, so let us wait with peace of mind, and there may be news in the next year."

"Wait, wait, wait! Qianyuzhuang is the largest village in the world, so naturally we can afford to wait! But how can we afford it? We originally thought that if Beijue lost, the imperial court would take over a large area of ​​Shatian salt land. According to the old rules, we must Cooperate with salt merchants to divide the responsibilities for mining. Right now, I don’t know how many miners are employed, and they are all raised in the outskirts of Hongzhou. If we don’t start work for a day, it will be a day’s book loss! If we wait any longer, our year will not be over!”

Finally someone spoke out, and the private room seemed to explode in an instant, and the discussion was boiling!

"Yeah yeah!"

"Not to say!"

"This year is going to be difficult!"

The discussion can't stop for a long time, and it intensifies!

Qian Yuchen just listened quietly, and after hearing a follower approaching and whispering in his ear for a while, he nodded slightly: "I see."

His voice was warm and magnetic but extremely intimidating, and the private room was suddenly quiet.

The entourage left, and Qian Yuchen got up: "Everyone has the time to complain to me every day, why don't you go and find out if there is any unknowingly wading into the muddy water in the south in your backyard. The government has been picking up private salt for months, and the merchants are protecting each other for profit. No one is a fool, Shayan's approval document is not something that my Qianyuzhuang family can get in front of me. I'm done talking here, there are still vulgar things in the village, so farewell!"