Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 186 The Preciousness of Shit

The sun slowly set. Yang Qian walked on the street in his robe, with his hands behind his back, attracting passers-by to give way to him, and even look at his back in surprise after he passed by.

The passers-by in the city had rarely seen a high-ranking official with golden sleeves sewn on his robe strolling on the street. The key point was that he didn't even have an attendant around him.

Curious people were all whispering, who is this gentleman? Why is he so unique? He doesn't ride a horse or a car when he goes out on the street, but swings his legs?

Yang Qian knew that his behavior was somewhat unique, but he didn't care, and even did it on purpose. Didn't everyone say that he, the chief of the Patrol Case Division, didn't do his job properly? Today, he would show everyone whether he did his job properly or not.

Yang Qian had just been to the Peach Blossom River pleasure boat the day before, and the next day even marginal figures in the government office like Feng Song and Ma Dayuan knew about it. I guess the news that he would go to Jin Heting for a drink tomorrow would spread just as quickly, right?
And this time was different from the previous time when Zhou Yiming treated everyone to a drink.

This time it's much more important.

According to Feng Song and Ma Dayuan, Tian Mobo and Shi Qing were not well-known to most ordinary people in the city, and even many officials might not have heard of these two names. But the people in the patrol department were very familiar with these two names.

Because these two people are two of the three guest officials from the immortal sect under the command of Zhu Mao, the deputy governor-general under the chief of the provincial military office.

After meeting these two people in the noodle shop, Yang Qian was also thinking about a question, that is, how many little immortal masters like him are there in the capital city?

After thinking about it, and combining what Feng Song and Ma Dayuan said, he came to the conclusion: not much, but definitely not a small amount!
And this does not include Yuewang Mansion.

If Yuewang Mansion were included, the number of young immortal masters like Yang Qian would probably double.

In fact, this is not difficult to imagine.

Little Immortal Master is just a name given to people from outside. In fact, it is just an empty title used by various immortal sects to deal with those who offer treasures. It is the lowest price, and it is used to exchange the natural treasures in the hands of others. It is even no problem to say that it is a business with no investment and huge profits.

Therefore, in Yang Qian's view, a rare opportunity, even an opportunity to snatch it from Song Qixun, would not be difficult to find in a prefecture.

Even if someone intends to use the resources at hand to train little immortal masters, as long as there are enough resources, theoretically they can train as many as they want.

After figuring out this problem, Yang Qian understood why the other party sent Shi Qing and Tian Mobo to find him.

To put it bluntly, it means "using status to get close" and "exerting pressure."

The former translation means: Come here quickly, all the little immortal masters in our city are standing over here!

The latter translates to: Don't think you're a little fairy master, there are plenty of us, we can kill you if we piss you off! Don't be ungrateful!
Of course, when Yang Qian was holding the knife, he didn't care about the other party's overt or covert temptations and pressures. The thing his knife was least afraid of was threats.

But he was not afraid of returning. Yang Qian's goal was to handle the case, to complete the big task given by Liu Chuan, and to knock down Yue Wang who was blocking the Jizhou Prefecture. So he could not follow the other party's rhythm.

You want to show your hand when we meet? I won't.

Send an invitation? I don't care. I'll just go take a look first and see what tricks you have.

Yang Qian is no longer the same person who was hiding in Sandao City. He is still far from being able to face the Immortal Sect, but what is a group of little Immortal Masters? Who are you trying to fool?

Jin Heting. A restaurant located at the end of a quiet back street. Three stories high, even the outer walls are decorated with carved wood patterns, and there are two huge brass animal head door knockers on the main door. Inside the red door is a screen, which is different from other restaurants with open halls, but here the hall is blocked to prevent people outside from seeing inside.

This design is very similar to many large mansions.

Moreover, not everyone can enter Jinheting. It is said that if you want to become a guest here, you need to be invited by the owner. Then you can become the second batch of guests after being recommended by the first batch of guests. The second batch of guests will have new invitation rights after spending a certain amount of money, and so on.

When Yang Qian first heard about this rule, he immediately understood that Jin He Ting was not a normal restaurant, nor was it a place for normal people to eat. In fact, this restaurant was probably not opened for the purpose of making a lot of money.

There must be another hidden profit model here that other restaurants do not have.

There are many rumors about Jin Heting. Just like the Honglinfang in Sandao City, it is said that the roots are in the city, and Cui Mingsheng dare not touch it.

The same is true for Jin Heting. According to Feng Song and Ma Dayuan, the financial backer behind Jin Heting is Yue Wang Zhou Zhong.

After showing the invitation in his hand, Yang Qian was led by a very beautiful female attendant to a small courtyard decorated as a bamboo garden.

It was surprising that this restaurant could have such exquisite decoration. Even the bamboos were real, but Yang Qian couldn't tell yet whether they were processed dead bamboos.

Coming towards him were Shi Qing and Tian Mobo, who laughed and bowed towards Yang Qian.

"Master Yang, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Hahaha, it is indeed a wise choice for Lord Yang to come here!"

The two men surrounded Yang Qian on the left and right, looking very enthusiastic, but Yang Qian noticed that the spiritual energy fluctuations of the two people were very turbulent, and it seemed that they were always in a state of high alert.

There was another person in the bamboo garden. Yang Qian remembered the appearance of this person, and he was also an important figure whose appearance was remembered by the officials in the prefecture. He was also the nominal superior of Tian Mobo and Shi Qing, the deputy commander of the military office, Zhu Mao.

"Yang Qian greets Lord Zhu!" Yang Qian had been smiling since he came in, and he bowed when he saw Zhu Mao.

In terms of rank, Zhu Mao was one and a half levels higher than Yang Qian. However, Zhu Mao belonged to the military, while Yang Qian belonged to the government, so there was no subordinate relationship between them. It was enough to follow the etiquette, and there was no need for the upper and lower officials to hold a ceremony.

"Haha, sit down. I heard from Mo Bo and Lao Shi that you like spicy food. Today I asked the chef to make authentic Sandaocheng hot and sour dishes. I think you will like it.

Oh, and there's also wine. Can you guess what kind of wine it is?"

Zhu Mao, who was short and thin, but strong, had a fierce temperament. It was said that he fought his way up to his current position from the frontier army through military merit. Although he was not a cultivator, he was an absolute top-notch expert among warriors.

But when facing Yang Qian, it was obvious that Zhu Mao was very friendly. He motioned Yang Qian to sit down, waved his hand and said no need to be polite, and pointed to a jar of old wine on the table and asked Yang Qian a question.

Yang Qian looked over and said with a smile, "Master Zhu is thoughtful. If I'm not mistaken, this jar of wine is the old wine produced by Yang Qian's small wine shop in Sandao City. It has a mellow taste and a long aftertaste. It can barely be put on the table."

Give you the food you like, give you the wine you like. The face is given to you, it depends on how you choose.

(End of this chapter)