brother is right

Chapter 666: Evil way, dare to spy on me? !

Central Plains, Zhao land.

In the lobby of a restaurant.

Several people dressed as hawkers gathered around a table. Among them, there was a young man, looking around and yelling at the waiter to serve the food quickly.

There are fat ones who keep attacking the dishes on the table.

There are also those old people sitting there puffing away smoke with a cigarette stick.

There was also a strong man who was not very interested in the food, but kept drinking there.

"call"

The old man blew out the smoke and said, "Let's get started."

These four people are local vendors and land gods who practice peddling.

The young man who ordered the food to be served smiled and said: "Don't be anxious, let's eat first and then talk about Zhao Dahan, leave some for me!"

"Wow wow!"

Fat people eat faster.

The drinker, after having a drink, put down his glass and said, "Although Brother Chunyu's life lamp is gone and he is dead, the channel is still there. Let's agree first, I want his share." Eighty percent."

The young man had just taken a plate of food from the waiter. Hearing this, he sneered:

"Eighty percent? Why don't you just take our share and monopolize the market here? Wouldn't it be better to become the business king of Zhao? What's wrong with learning? Just learn from those Zizi Dao people."

"In business, I ask you to bargain, but it's business, why are you so anxious?"

The drinker was not annoyed at all, and poured himself another glass slowly, "It's not for nothing, I'll give you some of the 'life rice' to sell to you."

As soon as these words came out, the old man who was smoking the pipe paused and then said: "Are you willing to separate the channels of Shennongmen?"

"If you don't compete with me for this share, that's fine."

The drinker said: "Don't worry, I won't sell it in Da Zhao. I have other channels for this part of lotus rice, and it won't affect your business."

"Four percent."

The fat man who was enjoying his meal suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth full of oil, "I'll give you [-]%."

"Forty percent is not enough."

The drinker shook his head and said: "Everyone knows how precious life rice is. Among all of you, I have the largest business. I am willing to share my share because of your friendship."

"Humph"

The young man disdained to laugh: "Okay, our friendship is so deep that even if Chunyu Lian died, he would come to see how he died, fifty percent."

"After all, we are all human beings. It is indeed unworthy to die in the wasteland, but who makes us have a low status? We can only do errands. Only we care about Brother Chunyu's death, [-]%." said the drinker.

At this time, the waiter brought the dishes and came over again, and said with a flattering smile: "Look what you said, we are also very concerned about the loss of the official Chunyu. Without the rice porridge, there have been fewer guests eating breakfast recently. "

"It has nothing to do with you little baby."

The old man took a puff on his cigarette, put it on the table and knocked it, "Let's give it [-]%, that's it. I'll give you [-]% of Chun Yulian's share. If you share the channel of Mingmi with us, I don't care where you are." Channel, you cannot sell lotus rice in Zhao land, similarly, our life rice and lotus rice will not leave Zhao land."

The drinker thought for a while and smiled: "Okay, I listen to you, old Hu. You have the longest lifespan and are well-informed. I'll give you face, and [-]% will be [-]%. Everyone, please go ahead."

Whoops!

The fat man suddenly stood up and sucked the dishes and plates into his mouth like a whale. He swallowed them without chewing them. He wiped his mouth and said, "Okay, eat!"

"I don't care if you eat it."

The young man rolled his eyes and turned to the old man, "Old Hutou, let's start." Old Hutou put the cigarette rod on the table and took out a mirror from his arms. It was a brass mirror with an unusual shape. It is not round, but like a tree branch, curving into a long strip shape, inlaid with a brass frame, the mirror surface is also very thick, completely free from the constraints of the frame, and there are patterns engraved on it, which makes it look exquisite.

"Yo?"

The young man's eyes widened a little, "Did you buy Master Qian's mirror?"

"There's no such thing as a waste of money. I can't afford it. I borrowed it for five cents at a time. It belongs to the Liu family. Is it okay for you to pay two cents?"

The old bearded man looked at the man drinking.

The drinker shrugged helplessly, "Who asked me to do business? Two coins is two coins."

Old Hu nodded, placed the mirror on the table, and said in his mouth: "Mirror, mirror, tell me the cause of death of Chun Yulian, a businessman from Zhao Di."

……

Daqian, inside the palace.

After hearing the news from Gong Mingle, Zhang Feixuan cupped his hands and said: "Brother, what should we do now? March into the Central Plains?"

Although Chun Yulian, who was in the third level of Foundation Establishment, completely overpowered Wanyan Gu from the perspective of strength, and such a person was just a hawker in the Central Plains. From this point of view, the Central Plains was a terrifying place.

But if the senior brother insists on going, there is nothing he can do.

In any case, Zhang Feixuan doesn't feel that scary as long as his senior brother is here.

Song Yin shook his head, "From the intelligence point of view, there are a lot of foundation-building realms in the Central Plains. Today's Daqian is not a match. Even if I am alone, I am still weak. The power of evil is already great, and I have never been able to do it." I didn’t think it would be that simple.”

"The original plan remains unchanged. After conquering Vietnam, we will recuperate and let the mortals live a better life."

Song Yin doesn't care, but he won't take advantage of this good situation. The boundaries of Daqian are getting wider and wider, and there are more and more things to pay attention to.

I didn't think it before, after all, the sun is up, and evil spirits and heretics can't enter, but with the appearance of Chun Yulian, there is still a way to break the sun of Song Yin. He can also sneak in if he is not in front of me.

This is very dangerous.

He needs more means to ensure the prosperity of Daqian.

Song Yin said seriously: "As long as we can continue to fight, as long as I am still alive, sooner or later, we will march into the Central Plains and wipe out all those evil ways!"

After hearing this, everyone bowed their heads, but when they were about to speak, they heard a loud shout.

"Evil way, dare to spy on me!"

The sound was like a bell, like a thunderous waterfall, and it exploded in the hall, causing the upright jade pillars to tremble three times.

Song Yin's eyes were filled with divine light, staring in one direction, as if he was looking through space to a very far away place.

……

Snapped! !

Old Hutou looked at the broken mirror in shock, dumbfounded.

The mirror flew up just now, revealing light and turning into a fog. The fog was about to be cleared away to see clearly the situation inside and reconstruct the cause of death. But somehow, after the fog was cleared away, only a ray of light could be seen. The divine light struck, blasting the mirror into pieces and falling on the table.

The shattering of the mirror made the surroundings quiet.

The young man swallowed his saliva, not because of the sudden light in the mirror. He pointed at the mirror and said, "How do you sell this thing?"

"Master Qian's craftsmanship is worth two taels!" The drinker named Liu gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone, I can't afford to pay for this!"

This money is not silver that circulates to mortals. The price of goods among the people is high because the silver itself has no value. The money they circulate as human beings is truly precious.

Two taels of silver is a huge amount of money for vendors like them!

(End of this chapter)