salted fish soaring

Earlier when Ji Chen asked Wei Ping why he was out of his mind, he said that he was distracted when he saw a beautiful girl on the street.

It turns out that the other party has followed me since then, Wei Ping thought, but I didn't feel it.

Second time.

The chair under him seemed to be turned into an oven charcoal basin, the smoke was so hot that it made people sweat profusely, it was extremely unbearable.

Wei Ping stood up: "I'll go to the back kitchen to have a look. Brother Ji, take care of Mr. Song for me."

Ji Chen: "Don't worry, I can bake, and I will make Brother Song full!"

"Have you guys forgotten something?" Song Qianji stretched out five fingers and pointed them in front of his eyes, "I have hands myself."

Ji Chen pounded the table and laughed.

Seeing that Young Master Ji was ignorant, Wei Ping had no choice but to tell the truth through voice transmission: "The night market is crowded with fish and dragons, be careful of strangers disturbing you."

Ji Chen opened his mouth and asked directly: "We are sitting in a private room, why would anyone bother us?"

Wei Ping nodded awkwardly, turned and went downstairs.

The singing turned a few turns, and the man was still facing the satin village.He sang happily, intending to invite his "friend" to see him.

If the other party wants to attack directly tonight, they will not show their traces easily and cause people to be alert.

Whether seeking money or fame, it is not a wise choice to assassinate Song Qianji.

If you miss and cannot escape in time, you must pay the price of your life.If he shows his trace after he succeeds, he will also bear the revenge of Song Qian's backer behind the fuselage.

For an assassin who dared to take on such a hard job, Wei Ping couldn't think of anyone else except himself.

He wasn't lying.He did go to the back kitchen, and he did inspect meat cutting, frying, charging charcoal, and washing dishes.Most of the back kitchen staff have slight defects, and it is inconvenient to do heavy farm work. They can come to Taipingji to earn wages to support their families. They are very grateful to the housekeeper Wei and call him a benefactor.

Embarrassed, Wei Ping greeted the cook and the waiters, and went out through the back door of the kitchen, quietly walked around to the back door of the silk and satin village, and went straight to the second floor.

……

The diners queuing downstairs held free hot tea and looked enviously at the person whose number was called.

Ji Chen said with a smile: "Brother Wei is easy to do this business. He is the busiest in this half of the street. Even though it is called 'Taiping Ji', he can still piss off the surrounding 'heaps of prosperity and prosperity'"

Song Qianji said, "You think it's easy?"

"If you have meat and materials, you can open. The guests bake it by themselves, and you can easily make money every day. It's not easy."

"Then do you know where to buy meat and how much to buy every day? It must be fresh and sufficient? Which kind of charcoal will burn less smoke and not choke customers? There are many fireworks in the store. How to ventilate and keep warm in winter? The tables, chairs and floors are painted. What kind of paint is fire-proof and moisture-proof? What kind of dishes are good-looking and can withstand smoke? Make seasonings, train staff, and ensure hygiene... Would you like to do it?"

Every time Song Qianji asked a question, Ji Chen shook his head, dizzy:

"I do not want to!"

Song Qian smiled: "The trouble is behind others, and it is a little easier to get in front of others."

Ji Chen suddenly said: "Like Brother Song? I see Brother Song doing things, and I think everything is easy. It must have gone through a lot of hard work."

Song Qianji was taken aback.

Ji Chen scratched his head again: "This business must be more profitable in Hongfu County, why doesn't Brother Wei open a few branches in Hongfu?"

Song Qianji said: "Qianqufang was first built, and he had to do this in order to attract more foreigners to Qianqu."

Ji Chen shouted in admiration, put the roasted snowflake beef into Weiping's bowl, and suddenly sighed:

"Sometimes I really don't know, Brother Wei is so busy, he can't wait to break himself into eight pieces, what exactly does he want?"

Song Qianji smiled and asked, "What do you want?"

"Me? I already have what I want. I do what I like every day, and think about changing formations. I can protect my sister, be needed by brothers, and everyone is happy, so I am happy."

"You don't want to be number one in the world?" Song Qianji asked.

Ji Chen shook off a satin brocade handkerchief, and wiped the seasoning from the corner of his mouth:

"Brother Meng is going to fight for the number one in the world, so I can be a good brother who is number one in the world!"

The snow-white handkerchief, stained with scarlet chili powder, looks like a little blood on the snow.

Ji Chen suddenly remembered something, excitedly said:

"Brother Song, have you seen the red leaves I sent today? There is no such thing in Tiantian City!"

Brother Qianqu knows that Song Qianji likes all kinds of crops, no matter flowers, trees, or rice, corn and potatoes.It is best to have seeds, but without seeds, there are flowers, leaves and fruits, and he is also happy when he sees it.

Song Qianji wiped his hands, his expression unchanged:

"I see it. Where did you find it?"

"On the way I came, there was a Hongfu peddler selling it. It was very cheap. Scholars bought it for bookmarks, and girls bought it for hairpins. I knew you would like it, and I wanted to give you a surprise."

"I have a heart." Song Qianji said.

Ji Chen said happily, "You're welcome!"

The barbecue gradually cools down, the aroma dissipates, and the oily luster loses its attractive golden color.

Why is there no formation in this world to keep the food in the most delicious state? Ji Chen felt sorry for Weiping: "Will he come back?"

Song Qianji looked out the window.

The streets were brightly lit and noisy.

The snowflakes fell quietly, densely and lightly, and were illuminated by the light paths made by strings of lanterns, fluttering.

The singing upstairs on the opposite side has stopped, and the lights are flickering.

"Whether to come back or not, he has to choose." Song Qianji said.

Ji Chen blinked and smiled blankly: "What are the options?"

……

The silk and satin shop is newly opened, and the first floor is mostly young female customers who choose fabrics.The guys are full of witty remarks, and the guests will praise whatever tricks they choose.

The laughter of a group of young girls is like a hundred birds competing for spring, which is very pleasant.

Wei Ping passed through the laughter and went straight upstairs.

"Mr. Wei, a guest came tonight, and he insisted on booking the second floor." The shopkeeper of the silk and satin shop had a bitter face, "Look at the silk on the first floor? If you don't like it, I will send a new batch of goods to Xian tomorrow morning. Government, how would you choose?"

Wei Ping was in a bad mood, so he rushed to the stairs and shouted coldly: "Cutting clothes is not a meal, I didn't know, and there is also a reservation!"

The shopkeeper smiled apologetically, and suddenly heard someone say: "Let him come up."

The voice floated down from upstairs, as light as whirling snowflakes, with a light and flamboyant feeling, and the tone of voice was like singing.

Wei Ping heard this voice at a close distance, and his heart sank.But his expression remained calm.

Up to the second floor, the laughter suddenly disappeared.The lampstand burns quietly, illuminating the brocade hanging on all sides.

The patterns of Hongfu brocade are complicated and colorful. You can see the clusters of flowers, snow waves and water patterns, peacocks spreading their tails... like scrolls of pictures hanging down.

Wei Ping bypassed the multiple cloth racks, and summoned the sword from the storage bag.

The peace and prosperity downstairs can be seen, but the murderous intent upstairs cannot be felt.

At the end of the cloth shelf, the man was holding scissors and cutting the brocade at his desk.

Behind him hangs a huge flower satin, shining brightly under the candlelight.Make him seem to sit in the depths of flowers.

There is no need for a ruler, let alone a scribing line. With a bang, it is cut in two, and it is accurate to the top.

Wei Ping glanced over and saw that there were needles, threads, thimbles and other things on the table.

"Excellent craftsmanship." Wei Ping laughed: "It turns out that there are actually people who put away ready-made clothes and become tailors by themselves?"

The man also laughed: "It's so leisurely. It turns out that there are really people who are setting bells to ring and eat food. They don't want to go to Heaven and Immortal Journey. The mortals who stay in this remote village are used as dogs for others."

As he spoke, he actually imitated a dog barking twice.

Wei Ping was not angry, but his smile deepened: "Lin Feiyuan, I'm a dog, what are you?"

Lin Feiyuan changed to a pair of lighter scissors to cut the edges more carefully: "We are all dogs. But I am an unrestrained wild dog without a master, and I am more comfortable than your dog. You should be grateful I, once I come, you finally don't have to pretend to be a dog."

"Who invited you to kill him?" Wei Ping asked.

Up until now, he had already asked three sentences, but there was only one question he was really thinking about.

——This person is dangerous, can he be killed right here?

"I owed a favor to the patriarch of the Zhao family back then, but this time he opened it himself, and I have to pay it back." Lin Feiyuan put on a thimble, "Although I am a wild dog, I still speak the word 'faithfulness'."

Wei Ping: "...But Song Qianji doesn't deserve to die."

"When did you become so naive? No one is born to die, it only depends on how much his life is worth."

Wei Ping pulled out his chair and sat opposite Lin Feiyuan: "They must have paid a lot of money."

The engagement of Chen Hongzhu and Wei Zhanyang has nothing to do with the gratification of the two. It is because the Huawei Sect and the Wei Family of Que Tong County want to have a closer relationship.

The Huawei Sect and the Zhao family saw that Song Qianji was sitting in the Qianqu, and that mortal cultivators continued to join him, and his momentum was growing day by day, which must not be tolerated.

"You don't need to guess, Huaweizong wants Song Qianji's life as a dowry. After the matter is completed, a sky-level spirit stone vein mine will be used as a dowry to send Chen Hongzhu, the daughter of the head of the sect, to marry! As for me, I will only take A small profit, 100 million."

100.Song Qianji is indeed worth the sky-high price.

Wei Ping was silent.With light steps, he approached the table case, as if he wanted to examine the patterns and colors of the brocade.

"I see. You treat him like a dog, and you don't want to kill him."

Lin Feiyuan laughed suddenly, and the laughter scattered the candlelight:

"I'm sorry, but this is too funny. Weiping, have you ever thought that you have today?"

Wei Ping's hand holding the sword moved slightly.

Lin Feiyuan twirled the gold thread through the eye of the needle, moving the needle nimbly, like a flower piercing a butterfly: "You fight with me here, alarming Song Qianji upstairs opposite, how do you explain it?"

Wei Ping smiled: "Misunderstanding! We haven't seen each other for a long time. My first murder business was introduced to me by you. How could I want to kill you?"

Lin Feiyuan didn't answer, and concentrated on sewing for a while.

Finally, he lowered his head and bit off the elongated golden thread with skillful and elegant movements.

But his lips are bright red, and his canine teeth are white. Looking at him, Wei Ping felt like a beast biting the throat of its prey.

There was a crash, and the brocade clothes flew up.The candles dimmed and then brightened again.

Lin Feiyuan put on a new robe full of flowers and flowers, and stood up.

He is slightly taller than Wei Ping, looking down at him:

"If you don't kill him, there will be people who want to kill him. When the big backer behind him dies, the assassination will become clear. Hua Weizong, Zhao family, Wei family, and maybe others, hundreds of yuan infants, and thousands of golden elixirs will all be dispatched." , within one night, this small Qianqu County will be flattened. If you choose this road, it will be a dead end."

Wei Ping's clenched fists trembled slightly.

Before he came to Qianqu, he never thought that one day he would be angry about the fate of a small mortal county.

"If you let him go, will he thank you? Do you dare to tell him why you are here?" Lin Feiyuan leaned forward and whispered:

"He knows this, so can he spare your life? Even if he spared you out of compassion, Meng Heze and Jichen know, can he spare you? Can he still let you stay by his side?"

Wei Ping suddenly took two steps back.

—— "Let me catch your handle, and you will never even think about stepping into Qianqu in your life!"

Meng Heze's harsh words were still in his ears.

Lin Feiyuan walked around the table, approached Wei Ping, and persuaded him lightly in his ear:

"If you kill him with me, he will die. I will tell him the truth, and you will die. Either he will die or you will die. Smart people, choose for yourself."

Wei Ping suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his shoulders: "A dead fellow Taoist will not die a poor daoist, of course he will die. When shall we do it? What's the plan?"