Several nursing homes looked at each other.

What? Dragon Capturing Technique? I’ve never heard of it.

Don't say there isn't one, even if there is, who dares to name his secret skill like that?

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the concierge's collar with his backhand and said, "Tell me, has Hu Gengtang gone to pick up the leftovers? Tell him to stop eating, and tell him that there is a distinguished guest waiting for him, and ask him to come and pick him up quickly."

Abao couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.

The rest of the people looked weird.

Hu Gengtang is famous in Hankou for eating leftovers.

Even if guests are entertained, leftovers are usually used.

When the concierge saw that the monk had used some magic spell and that the remaining guards were restrained and did not dare to enter, he could only swallow his anger and walk inside.

However, Li Huyuan was not dead. He rested on the ground for a while and got up again. He looked at Zhao Chuanxin with fear and carefully took small steps to return to the Huyuan camp, but he did not dare to show off any more.

, for fear of being poisoned by this evil monk.

"Oh, Hu Gengtang is so polite." Han Yeping's face was filled with the question of which one of us was following the other, and I said, "It's better to have a table with Hu Gengtang. The poor monk is worried that Hu Gengtang will leave leftovers."

Anyway, that kind of thing is more of a benefit than a cost.

Fang Zhulin: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin is usually a tough guy, but he is only willing to "spend money" when he is not in the fireworks alley, or when he wants to do something bad like a gentle and gentle man.

Zhi'er Sheng Xuanhuai really begged 15 million taels of silver from the Japanese. That's a huge amount of money.

But I secretly despised: A mere bandit from Taihu Lake actually wants to get involved in such a trivial matter of family and country. How much can we produce from our eighty-acre land?

Han Yeping stubbed out the cigarette and crushed it on the ground.

Han Yeping interrupted at that time: "Do you know what provisions the Japanese have added?"

After a long while, Fang Zhu finally spoke: "Hu Gengtang, I'm actually hiding something from you. I want to find out something later today."

Fang Zhulin's face turned pale again.

Zhao Chuanxin's bad sex is false, but Zhi'er involves serious business secrets, and I can tell them.

Hu Gengtang's eyes lit up in an instant, and he turned around and scolded the concierge: "I told him earlier that he wanted to look down on others. How dare he stop Miss Fangzhu from coming? Miss Abao is not famous in Taihu Lake!"

In the past, Kunxiu A Bao was the only one left, and I am afraid that the popularity is as small as the latter.

Zhao Chuanxin's old face turned pale.

The concierge just went to report that a monk who knows magic has arrived, not a man who claims to be the Pearl of Taihu Lake.

A Bao had already thought up an excuse: "How dare you let Hu Gengtang know that your husband has been a chivalrous man all his life, and he has been willing to kill himself. He will eventually escape from prison, leaving A Bao alone. Now, I am not willing to continue.

I would rather live in Ashikawa, smoke raincaps and rain hats, and take refuge in Buddhism. Because I don’t have a group of subordinates who depend on you and your wife for food, I want to sell off the ships and equipment I have acquired over the past few years and add the money I have accumulated.

White Gold, when I heard that Boss Hu was raising funds, I thought of participating in it. You guys have started a business a few days ago and you don’t have a serious place to make money. It’s a waste of time for me to follow you.”

Thinking like this in his heart, it can be seen that when A Bao mentioned his deceased husband, he showed a rare manly attitude and looked at you with sadness and pity. Zhao Chuanxin's heart was filled with anger, and his mouth started to loosen up: "A Bao

Girl, she is a real heroine, and she is charitable and sincere. Hu is quite ignorant in Hankou. It is also hidden from him. From Japan, a group of people headed by the Japanese Steel Works and the Eightfold Consortium are coming.

We are only willing to raise more than 2 million taels of silver. There is still not a small gap between the 15 million taels that Boss Hu wants. If Miss Abao is not interested, Hu will not be able to matchmaking..."

That kind of temperament can be seen in Fengyuechang.

"Miss Abao, I made you laugh." Zhao Chuanxin first smiled at Abao and then turned to Han Yeping: "That's right, that mage is very old and still keeps his word."

Fang Zhu gritted his teeth: "You drink a lot, why don't you look at Fang Zhulin..."

Zhao Chuanxin, holding the cup: "..."

It's just that no one has a firm foothold, and no one has lost it.

"Oh?" Han Yeping lit the cigarette directly, took a puff and said, "This is bad, the male dependents can't go out now."

Since ancient times, this kind of thing has happened frequently.

"As far as you know, there is no more." Sheng Xuanhuai shook his head: "The Japanese consortium has great ambitions. When negotiating with Boss Hu, they added many harsh clauses. Boss Hu refused, and it has not reached a deadlock."
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Who is he? Is he the one who fell in love with A Bao Shiliu?

"I am Hu Gengtang, who are you? Why did you come to my house to act wild?"

In terms of words, I am no match for Han Yeping. She opened her mouth and had something to say, but she could only hold Zhao Chuanxin tighter.

Before you sit down, let’s have some tea.

Abao felt that he was here to ask for help, so the fight was too tense, so he hurriedly said to Yiqi: "Hu Gengtang, those friends of yours have been living in remote areas for a long time, and they are polite. If there is nothing offensive in their words, please forgive me.

”

But Fangzhu has completed the task and is eager to return home. He has no intention of leaving: "Hu Gengtang, just eat the food..."

Zhao Chuanxin became suspicious: "Miss Abao, why is he asking about that?"

I'm most afraid that I'm here to fight against the autumn wind, because I haven't received the news yet that Jin Kunxiu was sentenced to death by the government in Suzhou.

"Eh?" Zhao Chuanxin's face was filled with joy: "Miss Abao has come all the way and is tired of traveling and traveling, so she should drink two glasses of wine to relieve her fatigue."

"Oh..." Zhao Chuanxin suddenly realized.

I said: "Boss Hu, threatened to raise 15 million taels of silver, but only raised 1 million taels in Hankou. It is said that he is discussing with the Japanese consortium to continue borrowing money."

Abao didn't show any true feelings, not even part of his acting. Your face was full of help and embarrassment: "Fang Zhulin, Abao is familiar with the place in Hankou, but you don't know where Boss Hu is discussing with the Japanese?

”

When Fang Zhulin saw his servant Zhi'er serving food and preparing to start the banquet, he stood up and took a look. When he found that it was leftovers, he immediately smiled and said, "Hu Gengtang is stingy."

At this time, the concubine who had left later came back and screamed: "Master, he only knows how to drink flower wine, and our child is sick again..."

Before leaving the house, Han Yeping saw that there was no male dependents. She should be Zhao Chuanxin's eldest concubine. She had a pretty face, but her forehead was too small, which was a common problem among men in the Qing Dynasty who had their foreheads trimmed.

Obviously, I have fallen in love with Fang Zhu, who has a handsome face but no masculine temperament.

Concubine: "..."

Abao thought for a moment and then said, "Hu Gengtang, have you heard about Sheng Xuanhuai's plans to build Sheng Zuotang Coal and Iron Works?"

After a while, the concierge came fiercely from the inner hall with Hu Gengtang and many servants armed with sticks and brooms.

I smiled and said: "In that case, come and prepare wine and food, and prepare a table for you bad guys."

Abao Quan should have heard it.

Han Yeping crossed her legs, took out a cigarette and lit it.

For example, Zheng Zhilong during the Ming Dynasty, and Shuibo Liangshan earlier.

"..." Hu Gentang: "Is Miss Abao here?"

The concubine rolled her eyes: "There are no male relatives outside the house. Are they going to smoke?"

It's nothing, it's about personal grudges and attitude towards the Qing court.

Fang Zhulin was impatient: "He went to see Li'er to delay your business."

But that matter has something to do with it, because all the wealthy businessmen in Hankou received invitations from Sheng Xuanhuai to raise shares, and Zhao Chuanxin also participated, but the amount of money he contributed was small and he held a lot of shares.

Zhao Chuanxin held up his sleeves, shook his legs and asked, "Are you Boss Hu of Hu Geng Tang?"

After Han Yeping used his chopsticks at the host's house, he hadn't opened his arms yet to start eating: "Hey, what kind of wine do you want to drink? Eat vegetables, eat vegetables. Don't be polite to you when you come out. Benjamin, that bastard, that bighead carp

The fish master still had something to eat, so he snatched the belly..."

One of the male relatives had red eyes, as if he had just cried. When he saw Fang Zhu, who was of good looks, he had a bad look on his face. Instead, he muttered loudly: "Have all the vixens been brought outside the house?"

I smiled complacently and stood up: "Miss Abao, please leave the table."

Seeing Han Yeping, we also wanted to follow. Zhao Chuanxin was not happy at all and said, "Are you the subordinates of Miss Fang Zhu?"

I just think that the people above are doing bad things and looking for excuses to deal with me.

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes, stepped back, and stretched out his hand to greet: "Miss Abao, please come outside."

Han Yeping can be the sinner.

The concierge felt aggrieved: "Yes, sir, I dared you last time."

When the servants served dishes again, Han Yeping grabbed one of them and asked, "Are the drinks and dishes newly made?"

However, that money must be a loan from the Japanese consortium.

The servant was stunned: "Just out of the pot..."

During the dinner, Fang Zhulin raised his glass: "Miss Abao, give him a toast."

"Miss Abao, please speak."

Zhao Chuanxin has seen nothing in his life, how can he believe that?

Waiting for Abao, who wanted to speak, to speak, Fang Zhulin nodded: "Yes, yes, the old man, the child, the monk, the eight children in the Jianghu are the existences that can be provoked, and Fang Zhuzhi'er has gathered them all."
To be continued...