Compared to Ling Shuang, Xia Xiaoyu's thoughts were even more meticulous. Many people in the Ling family were unknowingly sent out to work in well-known places like wineries and restaurants, while she went to the market to look for...

Foreign boys and girls.

It was another sleepless night. In the morning, Ling Xin'an walked to the practice room. Zhong Wuyan was also in the innate realm now, but he was no longer Ling Xin'an's opponent, so Ling Xin'an pulled Fang Shirong in.

This surprised the latter. He didn't expect that Ling Xin'an, who looked like a harmless animal, could be so violent. In the practice room, Fang Shirong, who was a little reluctant to let go at first, was pressed down and beaten by Ling Xin'an, but soon, he let go

Using their hands and feet, the two of them controlled their strength so that they could easily tear down the practice room. The fight was extremely intense.

Fang Shirong was also very happy. He had been practicing in the sect and focused on communication and understanding with the world. His physical skills often fell behind. Having Ling Xin'an as a sparring partner rekindled the long-dormant power in his body.

The two of them rested after fighting hard. Ling Xin'an was sweating profusely all over her body and was wearing tight pants, which were more suitable for exercising.

Fang Shirong was surprised: "Master Ling, it turns out that the rumors in the world are really not exaggerated."

Ling Xin'an gasped and said: "Elder Fang, this disciple has to go all out, otherwise I will die."

"But in my opinion, you are scarier than the rumors."

Ling Xin'an smiled: "Just to save my life."

"What a sentence to save your life, not arrogant or arrogant, much better than most disciples of Xianqing Sect!"

"The disciples are not as good as perverts like Wen Huairen and Fourth Senior Brother, and the disciples have very little contact with them, so the other senior brothers should also avoid them."

Fang Shirong smiled and said: "You are too low-key. With your current level, you are still within a hundred in the Xianqing Sect."

Ling Xin'an was surprised: "Seriously?"

Fang Shirong smiled and said: "For brothers of the same generation, it's almost the same."

"That's it, not bad!" Ling Xin'an smiled.

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Ling Xin'an was sitting in the government office, checking the data for the past six months. Ling Xin'an was very familiar with the sorting and summarizing of data, especially in terms of taxation.

Soon, a shop called Yanxiang Pavilion caught Ling Xin'an's attention.

Observing the entire store's income and his funds, a smile appeared on Ling Xin'an's lips.

Yanxiang Pavilion sells rouge and perfume bracelets, and is one of the few chambers of commerce in the same industry in Jiangzhou City. The shop is located at the intersection of old and new streets, with a busy flow of people. Ling Xin'an is diagonally opposite to him, and there happens to be a shop

It's a noodle shop, and the flag that says Qinchuan Noodle House is fluttering in the wind.

The noodle shop is not big, with three or four tables set up inside, and four more facing the street. It is not in the way and can be expanded. Ling Xin'an sat casually on the street, covering his mouth with Zhong Wuyan each, without showing his true face.

, seeing a customer coming, a dignified young woman walked out of the noodle shop. Her figure was wrapped in loose clothes, her face was pretty, and she said softly: "Objective, what do you want to eat?"

Zhong Wuyan said: "Just two bowls of Qinchuan noodles."

"Okay, be objective."

Ling Xin'an's eyes were looking at the Yanxiang Pavilion opposite. The door of Yanxiang Pavilion was magnificent, and the decoration was high-end but not luxurious. The matching red and green colors really attracted people's attention.

The light aroma wafts from the store to the street, making people passing by feel happy.

It is precisely because of this that Yanxiang Pavilion seems to be doing very well, with an endless stream of beautiful women and girls coming in and out.

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Within a few minutes, Ling Xin'an saw fifteen teams of women entering and eight teams coming out. Each of them was more or less carrying a small bag.

"You two are objective, the noodles you asked for are here!" the beautiful young woman said while holding the noodles.

"Thank you!" Ling Xin'an said, then she took off her mask, revealed her face, and began to pick up the noodles and start eating. As soon as she imported them, Ling Xin'an's eyes were surprised, and then she turned them over with chopsticks. In the middle of the noodles, a small red flake was exposed.

come out.

Picking it up, Ling Xin'an asked: "Shopkeeper, where did you get this?"

The beautiful young woman was stunned and turned back to look at Ling Xin'an. When she saw his face clearly, her eyes flashed with surprise.

"I'm here to eat, no need to salute. I don't want to cause unnecessary alarm." Ling Xin'an said quickly.

The beautiful young woman smiled slightly and said: "Objective, I brought it from my hometown."

"Where is your hometown? There are chili peppers?" Ling Xin'an asked.

Hearing this, the beautiful young woman's expression changed, and it disappeared briefly. At this time, a man appeared behind her, and she was slightly surprised when she saw Ling Xin'an's face.

The young woman whispered a few words in his ear, and the man said to Ling Xin'an: "Objectively, the Foolish couple live in a remote countryside, and these things grow in the mountains. The Foolish couple saw that this thing can remove dampness and cold, and increase the spicy taste, so they decided to

I picked some, but the taste is not very popular."

"Qinchuan Noodle House, are you from Qinchuan?" Ling Xin'an asked.

The noodle shop couple's expressions were stunned. Seeing this, Ling Xin'an said, "It seems I'm too talkative, but, shopkeeper, do you have any dry granules here?" Ling Xin'an took out the chili cores from the soup and said.

"That's quite a bit. I wonder what Objective is doing here?" the man asked.

"Of course it can be ground and used as seasoning. I wonder if the store can sell some to me?"

The two of them looked a bit embarrassed.

"The store owner is welcome to speak up. If you have any difficulties, you might as well tell us."

"Objectively speaking, there aren't many left, only about a spoonful left," the man said.

Ling Xin'an smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, as much as you want, and I'll ask the store owner to pack it for me."

"Sir, why do I feel it's a bit spicy? It's a bit similar to the spicy taste of our pickled fish." Zhong Wuyan tasted a piece.

"Hehe, I will fascinate you in the future."

Soon, the noodle shop couple handed Zhong Wuyan a piece of gauze wrapped in thumb-sized pieces. Ling Xin'an opened it carefully, and it turned out that it was the dried chili core, full of grains.

"I'll give the store a hundred thousand taels later," Ling Xin'an said.

Zhong Wuyan opened his eyes wide and said anxiously: "Sir, one hundred thousand taels?"

Ling Xin'an nodded: "Yes, that's right."

After saying that, he continued to look towards the Yanxiang Pavilion opposite until the bowl of noodles was completely eaten: "Go call someone!" Ling Xin'an said.

"Yes, sir!"

Zhong Wuyan left in a hurry, and within a quarter of an hour, dozens of government patrol officers came rushing towards him. People on the street were dodging. Such a thing had not been seen in Jiangzhou City for a long time, and everyone was speculating.

, but saw the police officers coming to the Qinchuan Noodle House and standing at the door. Suddenly there was a chilling atmosphere. The leaders were Zhao Hu and Wang Meng, which made the expressions of the couple in the noodle shop change.

"Go and seal the Yanxiang Pavilion store. Remember to grab the account book after entering. Do you understand?" Ling Xin'an ordered.

"Yes, sir." Zhao Hu and Wang Meng raised their hands, and dozens of patrol officers immediately rushed toward Yanxiang Pavilion.

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And go.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way. The police are on patrol. Anyone who doesn't care should leave quickly." Zhao Hu, Wang Meng, and Zhong Wuyan quickly entered the Yanxiang Pavilion.

"Two adults..."

"Get out of the way and bring me the account book."

Several loud shouts and the sound of a fight were heard, and five figures were caught firmly by the patrolmen. They were escorted out to the Qinchuan Noodle House. Those people were struggling hard and shouting: "What are you doing?"

When they saw Ling Xin'an sitting on the street, their expressions suddenly changed, especially that of a middle-aged man who was still injured. Judging from the clothes, he was the shopkeeper. After a while, Zhao Hu, Wang Meng and others held thick bags in their hands.

The account book came out.

Pedestrians on the street were astonished when they saw Ling Xin'an personally handling the case. They moved forward to surround him, but they had already been stopped by the patrolmen.

"Join Master Ling!" The shopkeeper of Yanxiang Pavilion saw Ling Xin'an and said quickly: "I don't know what crime the young man has committed. Mr. Labor will come out in person."

Ling Xin'an smiled and said: "If I don't come out, how smart do you think you are? Keep me in custody."

"Sir, the account books have been obtained." Zhao Hu said.

"Pack up all the goods in the cabinet, seal them, and bring them back to the Yamen." Ling Xin'an said.

"Yes, sir!" The patrols took action immediately.

Ling Xin'an took the account book and flipped through it page by page. After reading less than ten pages, she closed the account book with a snap.

"Bring everything back to the Yamen."

Guo Song and Dou Kai watched as their men carried boxes with seals into the inner courtyard. After asking, they learned that Lord Ling had actually gone to handle the case in person.

The two of them felt nervous and rushed to the lobby of the Yamen. They saw Master Ling looking through the account books, his brows furrowed and his face unable to hide the anger.

"Come on, sir!" the two said.

"What is the origin of Yanxiang Pavilion? Have you checked it?"

Guo Song pondered for a while and said: "Sir, Yanxiang Pavilion is a new chamber of commerce this year. When registering, it was said that it came from Hanzhou. It is engaged in rouge and bracelets, and is quite famous in the city."

"Do you know who the master behind Yanxiang Pavilion is?"

"Sir, it has not been found."

"There is no such thing as Rouge Nühong in Hanzhou. Who was the original registration subject?"

"Sir, I don't know how humble my position is." Guo Song and Dou Kai said.
To be continued...