"Stop!" a shout came from the side of the shop.

"In broad daylight, you dare to smash up a law-abiding merchant. Who gave you the power?"

Everyone was stunned and suddenly fell silent. The group of men who rushed forward also stood blankly.

The fat businessman at the head turned his head and saw that the person who had stopped drinking was actually a white-faced young man, well-dressed and waving a silk-paper fan.

Beside him were two black-faced military men.

"Hey, pretty boy, don't think that because your father is an official in the court, you can meddle in the world and meddle in other people's affairs. Who is your father in the capital? You are just a little green onion. I can pinch it at will.

Just stop it, do you believe it or not?"

The fat businessman snorted coldly.

Yuan Zhi shook his silk-paper fan and retorted without fear:

"I never believe in evil. I will take care of Wan Shengxiang's affairs. Anyone who dares to step onto the threshold of the store will be shot to death."

This is the momentum of a king, surging and surging.

As soon as Yuan Zhi finished speaking, the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded on the street.

I saw nearly twenty warriors in black brocade robes riding tall horses and lined up in front of the shop.

They hung long knives on their waists, and all held crossbows in their hands. What was frightening was that the five-shot crossbows and steel arrows were all aimed at the fat businessman and his thugs.

It seems that what this young master said about killing without mercy was not mere talk.

No one inside or outside the capital has ever seen these mysterious warriors in golden robes, riding tall horses and well-equipped.

Just by the exquisite sabers and five-shot crossbows on each person's waist, and uniform equipment, you can tell that they are official warriors.

This pretty boy is anything but simple.

There was also the Second General Heng Ha next to him, who was tall, with a sinister face, and was always smiling ferociously and cruelly.

He was so murderous that anyone who saw him would be frightened.

Those dozens of thugs were just nameless people in the world, small gangsters, bullying the merchants in the grain market, and that awesome guy was coaxing and showing off his power.

But in this kind of fighting scene, everyone gave in and kept shrinking away.

The fat businessman was naturally very frightened. He still didn’t know who the other party was, so he swallowed his saliva and said inwardly:

"It turns out that Wan Shengxiang has hired military men as helpers. No wonder he is confident. But the matter is not over yet. Zheng Shaoqiu, White Snake, you guys just wait for me."

The fat businessman and his thugs left dejectedly, and the people watching on the street cheered and applauded.

"Come on, reopen and business will continue as usual."

White Snake felt Yuan Zhi's spirit of justice and was deeply inspired. She started to organize things again.

"Thank you Mr. Yuan for your generous help. Please come into the store and rest for a while."

Zheng Shaoqiu came over with a smile on his face and bowed to Yuan Zhi to thank him.

Now he realized that this young master was confident and was not just a bluff.

The girl also looked at Yuan Zhi with admiration.

"Well, it's better to obey your orders than to be respectful. I will go into the store to have a rest and ask Mr. Zheng if I have anything to ask."

Yuan Zhi nodded, crossed the threshold and entered the store.

Zheng Shaoqiu personally moved a round stool and said, "The shop is shabby. Please don't dislike it, sir."

While talking, he asked the girl to make tea and bring it to him.

With all this drama, he seems to be the male protagonist Wan Shengxiang.

It seems that the fat businessman who caused the trouble was right. The foreign merchant Bai Niangzi dared to sell grain at a lower price because she had a backer, Zheng Shaoqiu, the deacon of the grain market.

Yuan Zhi had no intention of paying attention to these romantic affairs. He was interested in Zheng Shaoqiu, a conscientious lower-level official.

The Jin Dynasty will need such officials in the future.

Yuan Zhi was thinking, and Zheng Shaoqiu was also pondering.

The scene just now scared Fat Shang and others away, and he was also shocked.

With his eyesight, looking at these tiger and wolf guards, he could tell that Yuan Zhi was definitely not a high-ranking prince.

Because when these young masters travel, they only have a few government soldiers at best, so how can they get such a security posture?

To say the least, he is at the level of a prince in the palace.

"My name is Zheng Shaoqiu. I am the deacon of Chuanji Qiaoliang City. Mr. Yuan, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask. I will tell you everything I know."

Zheng Shaoqiu said respectfully.

"Well, I'm sorry, sir." Yuan Zhi took a sip of tea and began to ask.

After asking and answering questions, Zheng Shaoqiu told the truth.

His hometown is in Yuzhou, and his family is a big merchant.

In the late Jin Dynasty, scholars studied agriculture, industry, and military merchants. The social status of merchants was very low, even lower than that of military households. Except for prisoners of common people, even merchants were at the bottom.

But these lowly businessmen have now become the economic dependencies of the powerful.

Among all the wealthy families in the world, which family is not currently engaged in business?

The mutual penetration of powerful people and businessmen formed a new type of combination of government and businessmen, and a new type of wealthy families.

Businessmen are also trying their best to whitewash themselves, asking their family members to study hard and take exams in order to be named on the gold list.

Nowadays, in merchant families, being an official is the first priority. This is a family rule.

Zheng Shaoqiu is such a product.

Based on Yuan Zhi's understanding of ancient history, Shanxi merchants arose during this period.

Among the big crocodiles, the Wang family of Taiyuan is the main group, and there are also eight other families including Jin and Fan.

The Zheng family owned by Zheng Shaoqiu ranked last among the eight Shanxi merchant families.

Yuan Zhi was thinking that in the future, the court under his control would have to support everyone in Guanzhong if it competed economically with wealthy families like the Xiao family in Jiangnan.

Shanxi merchants were his first choice.

"Master Zheng is in his early thirties, in the prime of life. He has been studying hard for more than ten years, but he is only an eighth-grade grain market deacon. Do you feel aggrieved that your talents are not recognized?" Yuan Zhi suddenly asked a strange question.

Zheng Shaoqiu was stunned, looked at Yuan Zhi a few more times, and answered very cautiously:

"I'm wronged... I don't dare to think about serving the imperial court. This is the ultimate goal of us scholars. But now that the powerful are rampant, the rule of law is regarded as a piece of cake. This can't help but make me sad."

Yuan Zhi nodded, and then what he said surprised Zheng Shaoqiu and gave him goosebumps all over his body.

"I still have some connections in the court. Mr. Zheng has both political integrity and talent. He will definitely become a pillar of the country in the future. When the time comes, I can help recommend him."

Zheng Shaoqiu was overjoyed after hearing this.

He understood that Yuan Zhi was speaking implicitly, but in reality, it didn't take much effort to take care of him, an eighth-grade official.

Today is a blessing in disguise, I suddenly got an important supporter.

He stood up, bowed deeply and said:

"In this case, I will thank Mr. Yuan first, but I wonder what Mr. Master wants me to do?"

Zheng Shaoqiu understands very well that there is no free lunch in the world, and this mysterious young master's desire to support him is definitely not without purpose.

Yeah, smart.

Yuan Zhi smiled and nodded, and said: "Master Zheng, don't be nervous. I just want to get acquainted with the eight Shanxi businessmen, especially the Wang family of Jinyang. Master Zheng can help me make introductions at the appropriate time."

"Replying to Mr. Yuan, this matter is not difficult. It's just that I don't know which yamen Mr. Yuan is in. What should I say more appropriately when contacting the eight families?"
Chapter completed!