My harem is a bit big

Seeing the employee's embarrassment, Chen Duoyu couldn't help laughing:

"Hahaha, Xiao Yi, go get the sour plum soup and share it with everyone."

He withdrew his gaze and moved his eyes towards Xuanyuan Qingshan:

"People in the world cannot help themselves. Since some things have happened, there is no point in pursuing them. In fact, if you add one more link to your plan, it will be even more perfect."

People with low emotional intelligence will only say that your plan is not good.

Chen Duoyu's statement of high emotional intelligence immediately aroused Xuanyuan Qingshan's interest:

"Oh? Let's hear it."

"For example, moving to Baihua Building."

……

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052 The world is like a burning furnace (3/4)

The boss behind Baihualou is Mr. Ma.

He is currently in jail for secretly possessing poems and calligraphy that satirize the emperor.

His current situation is like fish on the chopping board.

Life or death is decided by the county magistrate.

Originally, this kind of thing can be reduced to a big deal and become a trivial matter.

But Ma Sanhua had a hot temper and actually denounced the county magistrate's son Zhou Qiming in court.

If this matter reaches the Imperial City, the entire Ma family will be implicated.

According to the laws of the Xia Dynasty, the nine tribes should be punished and their property confiscated.

All properties including Baihua Building were confiscated.

Afterwards, it will be sold publicly by the local government.

At that time, you can legitimately purchase the land title.

The location of Baihua Building is much better than that of Chunfeng Building, and the flow of people is larger.

If you can move there, it will be like adding strength to a tiger.

Chen Duoyu and Xuanyuan Qingshan are both smart people, and they understand each other tacitly.

There is no need to elaborate on what to do next.

What you know only after testing is called the boundary.

What is clearly pointed out is the bottom line.

Chen Duoyu took a mouthful of vegetables and put it in his mouth, then said:

"You have your rules, and I have my bottom line. As a businessman, I feel that competitors can be attacked, but the crime will not lead to death. This time, I don't know your methods. Now that things have happened, no matter how much hindsight is done, it will not help. . I hope that next time you encounter this situation, you can inform me in advance."

No matter how you say it, he is still a modern man.

You can use means to defeat competing companies in the business field, but you cannot act to kill them all.

"Okay, no problem."

Xuanyuan Qingshan was very happy and agreed.

There are differences between people, and it is normal to have conflicting ideas.

He didn't think that Chen Duoyu's suggestion was a woman's kindness.

The world is like a furnace and people are like firewood.

You have to endure the scorching fire to know whether it is firewood or gold.

"Hey, here comes the sour plum soup."

Zhang Xiaoyi handed out bowls to everyone and poured them one by one.

The sour liquid enters the throat, and the spiciness is immediately reduced a lot.

He took a big gulp and burped:

"Ah, feel comfortable..."

The sweat you shed after eating hot pot takes away body heat.

It makes the whole person feel refreshed and comfortable.

White smoke drifted inside the house, and the temperature rose.

Xuanyuan Qingshan ate the slowest, still blushing.

He drank the sour plum juice and felt extremely refreshed.

After eating and drinking, Xuanyuan Qingshan stood up and thanked:

"Mr. Chen, thank you for your hospitality today. I am very satisfied. I look forward to opening your shop next to the gambling house and eating here every day."

Chen Duoyu laughed and joked:

"Eating too much of this will put a strain on your stomach and intestines. If you eat it every day, you will definitely become Splatoon."

Xuanyuan Qingshan was startled and confused:

"What is Splatoon?"

Chen Duoyu realized something was wrong and excused himself with a haha:

"It's just that if you eat too much hot pot, you'll get diarrhea easily."

"Ang, that's how it is."

Xuanyuan Qingshan cupped his fists and cupped his hands, saying goodbye to everyone:

"Mr. Chen, I'm leaving now. See you later."

"Okay, see you later."

He got on the carriage at the door and rushed to the gambling house.

Just as he crossed the street, Xuanyuan Qingshan suddenly frowned and held his stomach.

"Cuckoo."

……

Wanguo City, Yamen.

Magistrate Zhou crossed his legs and read official documents in the back room.

Now that the country is in unrest, the foreigners in the south of the city are completely out of control.

If a fight breaks out one day, Wanguo City will definitely be the first to suffer.

As a frontline official, Magistrate Zhou had access to a lot of intelligence.

He always pays attention to the south of the city and has long since moved his family secretly.

Once the foreigners make any move, Magistrate Zhou will take his wife, children and children and flee back to his hometown.

A war is a war, but your life must not be lost.

"Dong dong."

Hearing the knock on the door, he put down the official document, raised his head and answered:

"Come in."

Master held a folding fan and came to the table, leaning forward slightly:

"Your Majesty, Mr. Ma would like to see you."

Magistrate Zhou was a little confused, tilted his head and asked:

"Which old man Ma?"

"He is the father of the suspect Ma Sanhua."

"Oh, so it was him."

The master laughed along and introduced:

"He is the only child in his family. The other children all left early..."

Magistrate Zhou was very impatient and interrupted with a wave of his hand:

"Go tell him, he's missing!"

Isn't it just for your son to come to visit you at this time?

If he can be released if he begs for mercy, why do we need the Yamen?

The master looked embarrassed and backed away.

After a while, it came back:

"Sir, you'd better meet Mr. Ma."

Magistrate Zhou looked strange, what happened to Master today?

His eyes looked back and forth, and he quickly understood:

"Haha, are you afraid that you have taken advantage of others? Spit out whatever you have taken."

The master smiled shyly, took out a bag of heavy silver from his sleeve and put it on the table:

"Sir, I have indeed accepted it. This is to honor you."

There is a saying that cannibals are soft-mouthed and short-handed.

After the money has been collected, it would be a bit unethical to send it away.

"Okay, call the person in and I'll take some time out of my busy schedule to meet him. If he insists on begging for mercy, I'll send him away with just a few words."

When the master saw him relenting, he went out with a smile.