Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 220
On the banks of the Qinhuai River, there are countless painting boats moored.

Among them, the most grand and beautiful one has two floors of resplendent pavilions. There are plaques hanging on the pavilions, and the word "Wu" is written in a big book, with strong strength and rough momentum.

The cheering and shouting of the men came from the building, which was extremely lively.

"This is the chief rudder of our Cao Gang." Wang Hu led Xiao Tingchen in a small boat, "Young Master Xiao, you have really thought about it and want to challenge Yan Qiansui? You should know that since Yan Qiansui defeated Jiming Temple 20 years ago, Few of the ten eminent monks dared to challenge him. The only few challengers were well-known swordsmen in the Jianghu. However, no accident, everyone was smashed into meat sauce by Yan Qiansui with his fist... ..."

If he hadn't been afraid of Yan Qiansui's kung fu, how could he, Wang Hu, be willing to be subordinate to others for so many years?
He glanced at the boy.

The young man in the platycodon blue dress is tall and tall, standing on the bow of the boat, with red lips and white teeth, and a handsome appearance.

There was fine snow falling on the surface of the river, and his slender fingertips were holding a very thin pipe, and he was blowing out smoke rings leisurely.

He reminded again: "Young Master Xiao, martial arts is different from your imperial examinations. When you enter the arena, you will be responsible for your life and death. Even if the Xiao family comes to you in the future, our Cao Gang will not be responsible."

Xiao Tingchen smiled, "Don't worry, even if I die here, no one will come to trouble you."

After finishing speaking, Su Jiu's figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

He pursed his lips, and changed his words: "Perhaps, a little girl will come to ask you about your crimes."

The boat slowly approached the luxurious ship.

Wang Hu led him onto the boat, shaking his muscular dark face, "Young Master Xiao, boarding this boat will not allow you to go back on your word. If you can really kill Yan Qiansui, I, Wang Hu, will accept it." You are the younger brother, let you be the second child of the Cao Gang, if you want to transport goods in the future, brother, I will give you free shipping fees!"

The young man smiled gently.

What does he want Wang Hu to do with that little favor?
Wang Hu was thinking about the position of the leader of the Cao Gang,
Why is he not?

As long as you swallow the Cao Gang, you can monopolize Jiangnan freight, which will not only crush your opponents, but also greatly reduce the cost of doing business.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the profits that are born out of it are incomparable to the enemy.

And these,
All of them will become his bargaining chip to step into Chang'an City in the future.

Wang Hu, who was walking in front, was all smiles.

He only tried to challenge Yan Qiansui when Xiao Tingchen was stupid in reading.

But for him, Xiao Tingchen's challenge is beneficial and harmless.

Losing is just losing Xiao Tingchen's life and has nothing to do with him.

If he wins by luck, he, Wang Hu, will be able to sit at the head of the Cao Gang without any effort.

Whether it is the gold, silver and jewelry that Yan Qiansui has accumulated privately over the past few decades, or the beauties he raised in Fenghua Terrace, he can keep it in his pocket...

It's a good thing that the pie in the sky is falling!

Xiao Tingchen followed Wang Hu into the pavilion, and saw that the pavilion was magnificent, and there were hundreds of small bosses of the Cao Gang from hundreds of rivers in the south of the Yangtze River, all gathered together, cheering excitedly to the center of the lobby.

In the center of the lobby are two strong men, fighting fiercely.

Xiao Tingchen raised his eyes and looked opposite.

On the Zijin Taishi chair opposite, a man in his fifties was sitting at the front of his chest.

Different from Wang Hu and others, his long gray hair was coiled up meticulously, he was wearing a brown and black golden ruyi-pattern robe with large sleeves, his chest was broad and his back was broad, his eyes were bright, and he looked like a master of a generation.

Two beauties knelt at his feet, pinching his legs with low eyebrows.

"Tsk, it's a lot of good luck..."

Young and young laugh.

(End of this chapter)