Mr. Hu spoke for a while before he stopped everyone. If no one picked up the reward, there would be no money to make money.

"Okay, OK, I said earlier, from the bottom to the top, the 50,000 taels of silver reward is just an appetizer, and there are two paintings!"

After Master Hu said this, the crowd calmed down instantly. They all looked at the second scroll at Master Hu's hand with anticipation.

Soon, the second scroll was also hung on the wall in public.

There is no one on this second scroll, but only a few big characters are written, three characters - Pili Hall!

It is said that even three-year-old children in the northwest know that Pili Hall is a dominant place, and there is a song that sings like this: Whether the Northwest is chaotic or not, Pili Hall has the final say! Its influence can be seen.

Mr. Hu lighted the three big words with a crutch and said, "You must listen, I will only say it once! - Pili Hall, the head of ordinary people is 500 taels, and the leader is 1,000 taels. If the branch owner is 10,000 taels, it will be 10,000 taels. If Pili Hall advocates Yingquan, the price is 200,000 taels at a price!"

The whole house is full of elegant and silent, so it is beyond the reach of the world!

Seeing that everyone was no longer lively, Boss Qian advised, "Oh, don't be afraid, this is business. If you can't kill the master, just kill some minions. In short, you can make money if you can!"

At this time, a tall and dark man stood up and retorted: "Boss Qian, you are so relaxed. I have done something in Pili Hall before and only came out after committing some things. Otherwise, I will not retreat if I beat you to death. The rules there are more words than you here, and the master is extremely protective. If anyone dares to kill their church members, the master may come to cause trouble for you!" At this point, he turned around and said to everyone: "My friends, what is Pili Hall doing? Gunpowder! Each of the branch masters is equipped with muskets! There are even cannons hidden in the hands of the master..."

His remarks caused a lot of sighs, and after the sighs, he was more panicked, and some people even wanted to leave.

"Boss Qian, this transaction is really hard. Aren't you afraid that a few packs of explosives in Pilitang will blow up your inn?"

Boss Qian also sighed grievingly: "I don't know this... to be honest, but this is a reward passed down from above. I'm just a businessman...ah!"

Mr. Hu was arrogant at this time. He stroked his beard and said, "Hmph! Although Pili Hall is a local snake in the northwest, it only dares to circle outside. It is not qualified to enter our inn to play wild!"

The waiter couldn't help complaining: "Master Hu, after you explain the business, you can just pat your butt and leave. We still have to stay here... You can jump over the wall if you are anxious, let alone a local snake that even a strong dragon cannot suppress?..."

"Then I don't care," Mr. Hu shrugged his shoulders and signaled helplessness. Afterwards, he pushed a painting with a stick and said, "I'm talking about it. From the bottom to the top, I'll just hang the situation for this last painting. It doesn't matter whether you look at it or not."

The scroll fell down quickly, and it was a portrait of a person.

I can’t tell who the portrait is because no one has seen it before, and I signed it two words on the bottom - Yan Qing.

"Yan Qing! Damn, is your broken shop crazy? I'm leaving!"

"Boss Qian, are you fucking money? Do you dare to accept this reward?"

Boss Qian's face was already blue. He didn't know the content of these paintings at first. At this moment, the flesh on his face was drooping loosely. He could only look at Master Hu bitterly and said, "Master Hu, do you dare to post this reward? Don't you want me to live with a million yuan?"

Mr. Hu shook his head helplessly. He did not dare to express his opinions on Yan Qing. He refused: "Boss Qian, this is just the meaning of the superior. I have no choice. Besides, it is not just your family to offer rewards. Now all inns in the Northwest must issue these three rewards..."

Everyone in the inn shook their heads and wanted to leave. Even the waiter and the waiter were about to quit their jobs. At this time, Mr. Hu suddenly called out:

"Hey, don't leave now, I haven't finished talking about it yet. The reward order did not say that I must kill him!" As he said that, he took another letter from his arms, and he recited:

"The letter said that, I have learned the news recently that Yan Qing has come to the northwest. Anyone who finds his whereabouts can report that if it is true, he can come and receive 5,000 taels of silver. If he can bring someone to himself, it will be 50,000 taels. If he can bring one of his fingers back, 500,000 taels, if he can kill him..."

The words behind are not very important, mainly because the words before attracted them back.

Boss Qian's eyes lit up. He snatched the creed from Master Hu's hand and looked carefully several times. Then he drew sweat from his forehead: "Master Hu, why didn't you say it earlier? Don't mention the words to kill him, and don't spread the broken hands and feet. If you find your whereabouts in front, it's not difficult to take a look from a distance! It's still 5,000 taels of silver!"

"There is five thousand taels of whereabouts alone. Let's work together to kill Song Sanqiu. Pay attention all the way. If not, forget it. If there is one, come back to report it. That's nothing!"

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The people in the hall sat in the inn again. They were very enthusiastic and talkative. Just this kind of business of finding people is profitable by a beggar!

Sanliangjin is a beggar. At this moment, he stretched his waist and stood up: "Hehe! I have been waiting for half a year, and finally waited for a business that suits me. It turns out that I am not losing money if I stay here!"

Wu Que should have been surprised, but he didn't. He just held his cheek and looked at the outlaws in the inn with disdain. How selfish and greedy? - But it's a pity that they were all deceived. That painting was definitely not what Yan Qing looked like. It was fundamentally wrong. He didn't even recognize his appearance, and he was still looking for his whereabouts?

"Hey, stinky beggar, didn't you say Yan Qing wouldn't be offered a reward before? Look, have you seen it? Someone is going to buy his life at a sky-high price!" The jade-faced boy Orchid pointed at the finger of his orchid, as proud as a smile on the spring breeze.

Sanliangjin curled his lips and said, "Even if Yan Qing's reward is hung, can you take his life? Girl, isn't this a gap between people? It's scary for others to have a name alone!"

"Hmph! Let me tell you the truth, that painting is actually-"

"Oh! Mr. Hu started selling paintings again, so I have to go up and sell one. I use the sky as the quilt as the ground as the bed, and I might get rich even if I want to eat all the way!"

Sanliangjin walked towards the counter drunk. The young man was so angry that he sat down. He muttered and cursed, "Hmph, go, go, a group of fools, that's not the real Yan Qing at all. I'll see you Bai Huanxi!"

Wuque's eyes flashed suddenly, with red pupils and cold eyes. He heard the words of the young man first, and he looked at the young man coldly without saying anything.

"Your eyes... are so terrible..." The young man rubbed his shoulders, and he was staring straight at him to avoid the cold.

"Have you seen the real Yan Qing?" Wu Que asked.

"Not only have I seen him, I have kissed him or not?" She said this so jokingly, but she really didn't lie.

Yu'er's appearance is a bit heroic. She dressed up as a man and was quite good, but each of them was shorter and her skin became whiter.

This girl is so persevering, she really chased Yan Qing to the northwest.

Wu Que's cold eyes suddenly turned into warm eyes. He naturally didn't believe Yu'er's words. He didn't see Yu'er's identity as a man dressed in a woman. How could he believe that Yu'er kissed Yan Qing?

Yu'er gestured again: "How come Yan Qing is so handsome as the picture scroll? He is extremely ugly, his face is full of pockmarks, his eyes as small as soybeans - no! I can't let them be deceived, I want them to see what Yan Qing really looks like!" She rushed up from her seat and ran towards the counter.

Yu'er was very happy. She thought that there were like-minded people in this world who wanted Yan Qing's name. If you have the opportunity, you must get to know this customer who gave the reward.

Mr. Hu has to charge money for painting pictures, which is also a rule. It costs ten taels of silver to copy a painting. Wouldn't you make a fortune?

Yu'er was getting happier and happier. She looked at her as light as a swallow and stepped on the counter, and said at the top of her throat:

"Listen to everyone, this Yan Qing looks fake. I know the real Yan Qing, and I will definitely not look like this!"

Mr. Hu was the most unhappy. He glared at Yu'er angrily, saying that he wanted to steal his business? He only heard him curse: "Boy, this picture is passed down from above, how can you be wrong? If you dare to question the reward order, be careful that I will draw a picture and ask someone to deal with you!"

Yu'er was not afraid of the threat at all. She flipped her waist and said, "I'll ask how many people in this world have seen the real Yan Qing? You may not have seen the people above you! Why do you believe in your superiors?"

Mr. Hu glared at him with a whisper, and he put down his pen and picked up the crutch beside him, as if he was about to take action.

At this time, Boss Qian hurriedly pulled Yu'er off the counter, and he also blamed: "Little brother, you can eat randomly, but you can't talk randomly. How can you guess what is above?"

"Yes, they may not have seen such a large force. Why have you seen a little brat?"

"I think he probably wants to cheat us on money! Have you forgotten that he is just a liar who helps people disguise themselves as money-filling!"

"Damn it, let's do it!"

The men all picked up the knife and shouted loudly. It was hard to say that Yu'er wanted to explain even if she wanted to explain. She was both embarrassed and anxious.

"Don't you blush if you force a scholar like this?"

The cold sound made people feel cold at the back of their necks-"Swoosh!"

"Clang!"

A knife with a cold light was nailed to the counter between exhaling and inhaling, buzzing.

No one in the whole house dared to say anything.

This is the courage of a real swordsman. Wuque walked slowly with his cold killing eyes, and people gave in from both sides.

"Let him finish."
Chapter completed!