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Chapter 58 Gold
Yang Zheng continued to torture, but the guard didn't know much, and he didn't even know where the shopkeeper was.

He only said that Yang Zheng and his gang were suspicious, and the shopkeeper asked him to follow along to see the details.

"Take him back and imprison him, and seal off the whole city, only entering and not exiting."

"No." The hunchbacked old soldier complied generously.

"What's your name?" This old pawn was too ordinary. Except for a slightly hunched back, he didn't show up much at ordinary times. Yang Zheng didn't remember it for a while.

"Subordinate Zhao Aqi, a native of Heyin, was shot in the back by an arrow in Luogu's breakout last time. He was short of food and clothing when he returned to martial arts. He thought he was going to die. Fortunately, the general rescued him. Efficacy." The old soldier said lightly.

The more indifferent he is, the more determined he is.

People who swear and swear every day in front of others are generally unreliable.

Yang Zheng patted him on the shoulder, "After an hour, I didn't return, so you brought someone to copy Feng's guest house, have you written it down?"

Zhao Ahqi worried: "The general wants to go alone?"

"How can you catch tiger cubs if you don't enter the tiger's lair? There is Yuan Xiao over there, so it's okay." Yang Zheng vaguely felt that there was no hostility in Feng's guest house, otherwise he would have murdered him last night if he knew that his old man was not kind.

Since there is no hostility, it means that we can talk.

The two separated, and Yang Zheng went back to the inn alone.

With a sweeping glance, there was no special person in the hall except for a few barbarians and a few merchants.

Yang Zheng is very busy, so he doesn't want to waste time.

"Tell your shopkeepers to come out." Although he was wearing servant clothes, Yang Zheng couldn't hide the murderous aura on his body.

Seeing Yang Zheng's aura, the servant didn't talk nonsense, and hurried into the back hall.

Not long after, a man with a horse face in his thirties came out, glanced up and down at Yang Zheng, cupped his hands and said, "I don't know what's the matter, Your Excellency?"

Yang Zheng was also looking at him. He was tall and strong, his arms were knotted, and his finger joints were covered with calluses. Although his expression was humble, his left foot was slightly forward and his right foot was behind, clearly showing a defensive posture.

"Knowingly asking."

The horse-faced man's eyes flickered several times, sometimes fierce, sometimes puzzled, sometimes hesitant.

Yang Zheng remained expressionless, secretly guarding against the other party's eagerness to jump over the wall.

The eyes of other people in the hall were also attracted.

Yuan Xiao and the old soldier on the second floor heard the movement and saw that it was Yang Zheng who had returned. They were startled, they hurried downstairs and stood obediently behind them.

"Those eyes don't recognize a hero, forgive me, forgive me, please tell me." The horse-faced man's expression finally softened, and he bowed his hands in apology.

"Lead the way!" Come here, don't be afraid of this close kick, if the other party wants to make a move, it will be done last night, there is no need to do it now.

And when they returned suddenly, they should have no time to set up an ambush.

The horse-faced man led the way, followed by the three of Yang Zheng.

The inner hall is only a bedroom, with a few tables and soft seats. It can be seen that the shopkeeper lives a simple life, without any extravagance, and it is impossible to hide ambushes.

"Don't waste time, call your master to talk." Yang Zheng cut to the chase.

This person looked like a member of the thug bodyguards. Although he pretended to be friendly, he still had a faint military air about him.

Colleagues generally cannot hide from peers.

The horse-faced man froze for a moment, then fell into hesitation. Yang Zheng sat cross-legged on the mat with a sneer and stared at him.

Yuan Xiao and the old soldier stood on both sides, one on the left and one on the right.

"Lieutenant Yang Du is really a hero, why bother a servant." A human voice suddenly came from the room, which startled Yang Zheng.

Listening carefully, the sound came from the opposite seat.

The horse-faced man hurried over and opened the straw mat. It turned out that there was a secret door underneath. When he opened the door, a fat man with a round face walked out. He was in his forties, dressed in brocade and wearing a small crown. He squinted and smiled like a Maitreya. Buddha.

"Oh? Do you know who I am?"

"Just found out." With some difficulty, the fat man crawled out of the secret door with the support of the horse-faced man.

"Since you know who I am, then don't tell me the truth."

"Of course, of course." Fatty sat down on his knees, "May I speak alone?"

Yang Zheng saw that he didn't look like a warrior, and he didn't threaten much, so he nodded in agreement.

Yuan Xiao and the old soldier withdrew, and the horse-faced man also walked out.

There were only two people left in the room.

The fat man rummaged around and brought a box the size of a human head. He opened it, and the inside was shiny and full of gold.

There is a saying that money is eye-catching. In any era, the attraction of gold is huge.

I can't help but have a possessive desire in my heart.

But it's okay, others will give you so much gold?
Yang Zheng is not a fool.

This fat man is so generous, there is a lot of tricks behind it.

Maybe it's just a matter of losing your head.

"Your Excellency seems to understand what I said. If there is no sincerity, there is no need to talk about it." It's just a small box of gold, and Yang Zheng can still restrain himself.

What's more, in this era, what is the use of gold?The knife is right.

Gold cannot be guarded without a knife.

Yang Zheng can still tell the reason behind this.

The fat man wiped the sweat off his face, "It was my negligence that I didn't take care of Captain Yang in time when I first arrived. This is my apology to clear up the misunderstanding. Don't blame the captain. I will bother you more in the future."

It's a little outrageous to be polite.

On the contrary, Yang Zheng couldn't harden himself anymore, but he had a higher opinion of this person in his heart, he was willing to give up, and only if he was willing would he gain.

And there seems to be something in his words.

Yang Zheng really couldn't think of anything in him that was worth being bribed by others.

The city of Fanghan is poor and white.

The more he couldn't see through and figure it out, the more Yang Zheng didn't dare to step into this muddy water.

"There is still half an hour. If you don't say something that someone can understand, this place will be confiscated." Yang Zheng has the home court advantage, so he is naturally not interested in playing riddles with him.

The fat man froze for a moment, a faint light flickered in his half-closed eyelids.

Yang Zheng tapped his fingers on the wooden table to remind him that time flies.

After being silent for half a stick of incense, the fat man laughed, "Captain Yang is really good, but there are some things, you'd better be a little confused."

"Are you threatening someone?" Yang Zheng was not to be outdone.

"Don't dare, but I'm thinking of your Excellency. This box of gold is just a deposit. Every six months in the future, there will be so much gold offered."

A box of gold every six months looks good, but how many years can Yang Zheng survive here?

The upheaval of the Gaoping Mausoleum of the State of Wei is just around the corner. If the historical process remains unchanged, Xia Houba runs away, Xia Houxuan enters Beijing, and Guo Huai is promoted to the governor of Yongliang, can I still rest easy?

What's the use of asking for money when your life is gone?
And this is not the metropolis of Chang'an, Luoyang, or Yecheng. There are many things that money can't buy.

"You still have time for a stick of incense." Yang Zheng took time off.

"Your Excellency, you really want to know?" Fatty's aura became fierce, with the intention of turning against customers.

Yang Zheng gradually lost his patience. This person is going around, doesn't he know that his willingness to talk is the greatest sincerity?

Boom, boom, boom...

Tap your fingers on the wooden table.

Yang Zheng's face became colder and colder.

But I think of a famous saying from later generations: No matter who you are, here, the dragon must be coiled, and the tiger must be lying down.

(End of this chapter)