Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

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"In this way, does the shopkeeper have shops for sale?" Ximen Qing was not in a hurry to make a move on the one that came to his door, but made a wink, making Jiang Jing, the fortune teller, ask: "Isn't it the one who wants to sell?" Transfer this Xixi Tower to us?"

The shopkeeper of Xixilou courteously poured tea for everyone, put down the teapot, and then bowed and said, "Your honored guests, don't make fun of the villain. This shop is an ancestral business. The whole family relies on this Xixilou for meals. How can I sell it? It’s just that the villain has a close friend and has some contacts in business, but he has a restaurant in his hand that needs to be sold.”

The fortune teller Jiang Jing's eyes lit up, could it be his luck?Running all over the city with broken legs, I knew it would be better to ask the shopkeeper first, but the one who lived every day didn't expect this, this old Jianghu really made a mistake.

With three points of remorse, Jiang Jing, the fortune teller, asked while tapping his swollen thigh, "Where is the restaurant?"

"Although the restaurant is not big on East Cross Street, the location is indeed quite good." The shopkeeper of Xixilou responded eloquently: "It must be a good place for the sun to make money."

"But there are five rooms and three floors, the door faces south, and the windows are all carved?" Jiang Jing immediately asked.

"Exactly!"

After getting an affirmative answer from the shopkeeper of Xixilou, Jiang Jing slapped his thigh happily, but forgot that he was sore and swollen from walking, but this time it hurt a little, and he rubbed his teeth hastily and said: "I didn't know that place the other day. I have been there, boss, look at this"

Looking at Jiang Jing's eyes, Ximenqing knew that Jiang Jing must have taken a fancy to the location, and asked after thinking about it: "Such a good location, why didn't your friend manage it himself?"

"It was originally intended to open a restaurant." The shopkeeper of Xixilou replied, "It's just that there is a big business right now, and the money is urgently needed. If it weren't for this, the friend of the villain would not be willing to sell it."

After finishing speaking, the shopkeeper of Xixilou added: "Seeing that the two distinguished guests are the adults of the Imperial City Department, my friend does not increase the price, but just transfers the original price."

"Is there such a good thing?" The fortune teller Jiang Jing was greatly surprised, and even Wu Song was secretly surprised.

The one who reacted most calmly was Ximen Qing, who just said a simple "oh" to such a good thing that came to his door, and seemed to have no interest, and told Jiang Jing: "Let Mr. Jiang take care of this kind of trivial matter. "

"Don't worry, the boss will leave it to Jiang." The fortune teller Jiang Jing is full of joy: "What is the price of the restaurant?"

"Three thousand guan." A word from the shopkeeper of Xixilou made Jiang Jing swallow hard, it's too cheap!

Ximen Qing didn't expect it to be so cheap.I just talked about buying a house, although I haven't got it yet, the price of two thousand guan is quite cheap; the price of the mansion and the prosperous shop in the bustling business district are naturally not the same price, and three thousand guan is like picking up a treasure.

Wu Song had no idea about the price, but seeing the expression on the face of the magician Jiang Jing, he knew that the price was quite cheap.

Bianliang, Tokyo, was the capital of the Song Dynasty.

Dongshizi Street is one of the luxury business districts in Bianliang, Tokyo. Although it is slightly inferior to Fengle Building, it is also a rare good location.

Five rooms and three floors, priced at three thousand guan!

Cheap!

Jiang Jing stared at Ximen Qing with both eyes, just waiting for him to nod.

But Ximen Qing smiled slightly, playing with Lei Gongshi with his right hand, and didn't speak.

The shopkeeper of Xixilou didn't dare to urge him, but stood aside with his hands down, waiting for Ximen Qing to make up his mind.

Ximen Qing secretly looked at the shopkeeper of Xixilou from the corner of his eye, and said after a while, "Since you are in a hurry to spend money, [-] guan is a bit high."

As soon as this remark came out, the shopkeeper of Xixilou shook slightly, and Jiang Jing, the fortune teller, was tongue-tied and gave Ximen Qing a look of "Are you crazy, my boss?"

But this is Ximenqing's own business. Although it is said to be handled by Jiang Jing, Ximenqing must agree to the price.

Everyone present did not expect Ximen Qing to have such a reaction, including Wu Song, who also felt that his brother-in-law was a little drunk with Lin Chong just now.

Just when everyone felt that something was wrong, Ximen Qing stood up suddenly, and said with a smile: "I just settled for a house, the yard is only two thousand yuan, a small restaurant How can I ask for three thousand guan? Go talk to your friend about [-] guan, if you want to sell it or not!"

After finishing speaking, Ximen Qing greeted Jiang Jing and Wu Song to get up: "Go to the backyard and rest! If your friend is willing, come and find me, Mr. Accountant, to deliver the goods tomorrow."

"Wrap it on the villain." The shopkeeper of Xixilou shuddered in his heart, and secretly gritted his teeth: "This Ximenqing is so dark, anyway, the shop is not mine, so what the hell?"

After seeing off Ximenqing and the other three, the shopkeeper of Xixilou hurried to the back room, and one of them was drinking tea with a smile on his face.

"Lord, are you still in the mood to drink tea?" The shopkeeper of Xixilou walked away in a hurry, sweating slightly on his forehead: "You flattered yourself on the horse's leg!"

"Why did Boss Liu say that?" The man put down his tea bowl, and asked in surprise, "Could it be that Ximen Qing still doesn't like the shop on East Cross Street?"

This person is none other than the landlord of Fengle Building, Liang Le!

Shopkeeper Liu smiled wryly and said: "The landlord must not be joking, that area is one of the best in Bianliang City, but the Ximen Qing lion opened his mouth and ruthlessly killed the price."

"The shop was originally sold to be a sub-floor of Fengle Building." Liang Le was surprised: "Three thousand Guan is really cheap, and you still bargain?"

"That's why the host flattered the horse's legs, didn't he?" Shopkeeper Liu sighed and said, "Then Ximen Qing is really the Imperial City Secretary, but Tan Goudang's landlord also manages a lot every year, so why be afraid of him? I It's a small business, you can't afford to be offended, but you won't lose much if you live there for a month or two."

Liang Le couldn't help asking: "How much is Ximen Qing's price?"

Shopkeeper Liu sighed again and held out a finger.

"Kill [-]%?" Liang Le laughed and said, "It's just three hundred guan, just give it to him."

"Where is [-] percent, landlord." Shopkeeper Liu shook his head and said, "This is [-] guan."

Liang Le's face darkened: "San Qian Guan actually killed a thousand Guan? Will this Ximen Qing do business?"

"Oh, that's not the case." Shopkeeper Liu said with a helpless expression, "I'm sorry I didn't make it clear, then Ximen Qing gave out a thousand strings."

After a while, there was an extremely loud "pop" sound from the room, apparently Liang Le threw the teacup on the table to the ground in a panic.

Shopkeeper Liu looked at the broken tea bowl on the ground with regret. This set of celadon tea set was handmade by famous masters. Although it was not very precious, Shopkeeper Liu liked it from the bottom of his heart.

"It really doesn't hurt to throw someone else's teacup."

Shopkeeper Liu, who was in pain, muttered a few words in his heart, but when he raised his head, he saw a house deed gently placed on the table.

"That's one thousand." Liang Le seemed to have regained his composure, and took out a bunch of keys from his bosom and pressed them on the house deed: "I won't come forward about this matter, everything is here, get rid of shopkeeper Liu and help with the delivery. Just send someone to deliver the money to Fengle Building when the time comes."

After finishing speaking, Liang Le left shopkeeper Liu who was standing still in a daze, flicked his sleeves and went out of the room.

The sedan chair stopped at the back door of Xixi Building. Seeing their master coming out, the bearers hurriedly lowered the pole of the sedan chair, and Liang Le got into the sedan chair. Without calling, the bearers carried them to Fengle Building.

A wry smile appeared on Liang Le's face, and he spread out his right hand, a small wound accidentally scratched by broken porcelain was oozing blood.

Although it didn't hurt too much, Liang Le's hands were shaking with anger, blood slowly dripped from his clenched fists, and his eyes were red with anger.

"You wait for me!"

"The restaurant is for you, and it's just waiting for the day you open to sell wine!"

"That day was the day I, Liang Le, went to the Kaifeng mansion to sue and kick you out of Bianliang!"

The bearers cursed the master in the sedan chair in a low voice, but no one knew who Liang Le was cursing.

When the sedan chair heard the back of Fengle Building, Liang Le had regained his composure, the blood on his hands had been wiped dry, he wrapped his right hand with his white handkerchief, and got off the sedan chair.

The guys from the Fengle Building welcomed their master in.

What they didn't expect was that in the alley behind, there was a pair of eyes staring at all this.

Gushang Flea Shiqian followed from Xixi Tower to Fengle Tower. To be precise, he was ordered by Ximen Qing to follow him.

Since it was confirmed that the person belonged to Fenglelou, Shi Qian's trip had achieved his goal, and without stopping, Shi Qian returned to Xixilou.

Ximen Qing, Wu Song, Jiang Jing, and Sun Erniang were waiting in the courtyard of Xixi Building when they saw a flea on a drum floating down from the roof without making a sound.

Shi Qian came over without saying a word, first he picked up the teapot on the table and sipped it to his mouth a few times, and then said: "Brother is right, behind this is Fengle Building."

In fact, looking at Shi Qian's expression, Ximen Qing had a final decision in his heart, and at this moment he knocked on the table proudly: "Let me just say that although there are good things that come to your door in this world, there are still some problems with such good things."

"Third brother, have you ever seen that man's face clearly?" Wu Song asked.

After Shi Qian gestured and said something, Ximen Qing and Wu Song immediately understood that the man was Liang Le, the owner of Fengle Building!

"That guy is really worth the money." Jiang Jing, the fortune teller, also understood the whole story this time: "How can I get that lot, that shop, without four or five thousand dollars?"

"Are you an afterthought?" Erniang Sun teased, "It's a good thing that the restaurant made a fortune before opening it!"

Ximen Qing smiled and said: "Then Liang Le naturally didn't follow his good intentions, and Baba sent it to my door, in order to let my restaurant open earlier, so that I can plot secretly!"

"It's worth a thousand bucks to get a restaurant."

After listening to Shi Qian's detailed account, everyone laughed: "Liang Le really lost his wife and lost his army this time!" Bubble? "

The romantic husband Ximen Qing:

Chapter 210 Eight Cheap Delivery:

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