"Brother...Brother, eldest brother, you're celebrating the Chinese New Year, don't make this joke..." The little shopkeeper was dumbfounded. It's fine if you didn't see the Jiao Jiao, but if you saw it in front of you, you said you wouldn't sell it?

This is like when the courtesan in Cui Qinglou has come clean and you are stripping off your clothes and preparing to contribute your lifelong skills and strength to the continuation of the human race's cause, the court lady wraps up her clothes and turns around and says she won't sell it anymore?

Who can bear this?

You're so depressed that you still have to find a hole to crawl in?

"No kidding."

Qin He reached out and took back the dragon horn from the little shopkeeper's hand, and threw it into the space under his arm.

Jiao horns are something that you don’t have to worry about selling. You can sell them at any time.

Currency that is as hard as a rock may have other uses if left alone.

Qin He has the elixir technique for refining dragon horns, but unfortunately it lacks many auxiliary ingredients.

When you have enough money, there is no need to worry, because there are other possibilities.

"No, no, no, big brother, big brother... you are so unkind."

After the little shopkeeper said all his good things, Qin He still stubbornly shook his head. Seeing that Jiaojiao was about to leave him, the little shopkeeper said anxiously: "Brother, I'll treat you to a drink!"

Qin He's eyes suddenly lit up slightly and he said, "Drink?"

"Zui Xianju, there are girls and fine wine, hehe." The little shopkeeper smiled obscenely, with two eyebrows dancing.

"Drunken Immortal Residence?"

"Have you been there?"

"I've never been there, but I heard it's not very good. There aren't even any singers."

"Brother, I would like to invite you to Cuiqinglou, a first-class restaurant in Beijing, but brother, I have no performance and no money, so I can't afford it." The young shopkeeper told the truth.

"I feel a little bit reluctant to go." Qin He hesitated.

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you don't have Qu Niang. We have enough wine and there are girls."

"Then...okay." Qin He hesitated for a moment and agreed.

Not for the girls, not for the wine.

But there is a person there who can clean it up.

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Half an hour later, Zuixianju.

This is a relatively off-the-beaten-path restaurant that a small shopkeeper can afford.

Known as the ninth rank in the capital.

In Lin'an, the capital city of Dajing, all industries are managed by guilds. Those at the top are called leaders, and those at the bottom are called bosses.

For example, Xing San was the head of the corpse cremator near the Demon Division in Xicheng Town. If Qin He opened a corpse cremation shop, it would be under his control. He would have to kowtow at the door to offer benefits and promise a share of the profits before he could open the business.

This is called worshiping the handle.

From large institutions, chambers of commerce, restaurants, carriages and horses and other industries, to small ones such as vegetable markets, footmen, cremators, and laborers, there are all kinds of heads and faucets under hierarchical management. It is far from being able to do whatever you want.

The big trees behind the dragon head, without exception, are the top dignitaries, aristocratic families and nobles of the Great Scenery Empire.

It is the iron law of the abyss world that the weak attach themselves to the strong, and the way of attachment is to make offerings layer by layer.

Although there are all kinds of bad things about being a leader who is squeezing out the marrow, one thing is that the industry level is clear at a glance and there is no mistaking it.

The capital's courtyards are divided into nine levels.

From top to bottom, the highest level is the first grade, and the lowest level is the ninth grade.

Zuixianju belongs to the ninth rank.

Don't underestimate this Ninth Grade. Ninth Grade, even those who have reached Grade 9.

Zui Xianju is even proud of it. If it is a good place, it means that it is at least a formal place. It will not do fairy dances, sell fake wine, and will not seek money or murder. This is the business rule.

It is definitely much safer than those secret doors.

But these...are all for the customers, and for the girls working in the hospital, that's another matter.

It's impossible to go into details about being deceived, abducted, or kidnapped.

Zuixianju, the shopkeeper has obviously been here several times.

The old madam recognized her and called her Mr. Du directly.

Qin He also knew the name of the young shopkeeper, which was Du Ziteng.

A somewhat strange name, D-level shopkeeper of Bauhinia Trading Company.

The madam didn't recognize Qin He, but Qin He recognized her.

I saw it in Lin Xiao'e's shadow puppet show.

Lin Xiao'e is the poor woman who raised the devil alive before.

Because his home was destroyed by monsters, he took refuge in this Drunken Immortal Residence.

This old madam is cruel and cunning. He doesn't care about the life or death of the girls. He will serve them as soon as they come. He will serve them all year round. When he is pregnant, he will fill a bowl of Juezi soup and rest for one day and continue to take care of the work the next day.

Within three to five months, Lin Xiao'e was so sick that she breathed her last. Then she was thrown into a smelly ditch by the old bustard to die on her own. Finally, she was picked up by the demon cultivators, and the sufferings that followed began.

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Retribution sometimes works and sometimes it doesn't.

When it doesn't work, good people will not live long, and bad people will live for thousands of years.

When the spirit is alive, it is the retribution in this world.

It had been some time since that incident, and Qin He was so busy making money that he almost forgot about it. As a result, Du Ziteng didn't go to any house today, so he invited him here.
Chapter completed!