The middle-aged manly demeanor and dressed in luxurious clothes. He was either the noble among the nobles or among the rich. Zhao Ping turned his mind and said secretly: "If he is really a friend of Qin Yiren, there are many benefits, right?"

When Zhao Ping thought of the benefits, he was so excited that he could not stop him anymore. With his smile on his face, the smile on his face was layered layer after layer, and asked, "Sir, is Qin Yiren's friend? I've been guarding him for three years, and I have never seen any friend visit him."

Hostages are abandoned sons. Generally speaking, hostages rarely have the possibility of returning to their own country. They either die in a foreign country or die in old age. None of the ten hostages can return to their own country.

Qin Yiren's experience is the best interpretation. No one has ever visited him since he was under house arrest. The middle-aged man claimed to be a friend of Qin Yiren, which really surprised Zhao Ping.

"Haha!" the middle-aged man laughed loudly and said, "It's not sure if he said he was a friend, he just met him a few times."

"Oh. A common friend. I just said that even Qin State gave up on him. Who cares about Qin Yiren's abandoned son?" Zhao Ping pointed and asked, "Since that's the case, what's wrong with sir?"

"It's nothing big. It's just three years ago, Qin Yiren borrowed a daughter from me. I came to collect debts." The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and replied with a smile, making people as warm as the spring breeze.

"Take debt?" Zhao Ping almost laughed and said, "Sir, I'm going to be disappointed. Qin Yi is penniless, can't eat enough, and can't wear warm clothes. How can he get money? What's more, it's a thousand golds."

In the Warring States Period, gold was a golden cake, which was in the shape of a horse's hoof, also known as "horse hoof gold", which was equivalent to the commonly known "gold coins". A huge amount of money was not worth the amount of money even if Qin Yiren was sold.

"It's okay." The middle-aged man waved his hand and didn't care at all.

"Well. If sir get back the debt, so what?" Zhao Ping is a greedy person and will not miss this opportunity.

"I will naturally want to give me some convenience, so I will give you two points." The middle-aged man pondered slightly and immediately replied.

"Fin" means one percent, two percent, and it is 20 percent, which is counted as twenty gold. For Zhao Ping, it is a big amount. However, he knew that the middle-aged man in front of him was very rich and would never miss this opportunity. He shook his head and said, "10%."

"The official is too much. Three points." The middle-aged man increased his quota.

"Eight points."

"Four points."

"Five points."

"make a deal."

The two bargained together and reached an agreement with 5% of them. Five percent was fifty gold. Zhao Ping smiled and said, "Sir, you have offended many people, and your servants cannot enter. Please."

The middle-aged man said to the old man, "Dad Ximen, you are here waiting. I will go back." He swayed his sleeves, strode into the courtyard gate, and walked away quickly.

Dad Ximen responded and walked to the side with four guards.

"Can he really ask for money?" A young official in red asked softly in Zhao Ping's ear.

"God knows." Zhao Ping shrugged.

"Why is the lord bargaining with him?" The red-clad official was puzzled.

Zhao Ping raised his chin proudly and said, "If we can really ask for it, we will have more money. If we can't ask for it, we will lose no loss to me. We must not miss this kind of thing."

"Sir, wise." The young official in red was busy flattering.

"Sharp!" The soft-soled brocade boots stepped on the leaves, making a rustling sound, and a scent of scent rushed into his nose. The middle-aged man frowned, but he focused his head.

"It's so good! This Qin Yi's life is worse than death, so he doesn't worry about not bowing to me." The middle-aged man had a secret thought.

"Stop!" The middle-aged man was walking, and a loud shout was heard, and a tall man stood in front of him.

When the middle-aged man looked at it, he saw that although the man in front of him was very tall, he was extremely thin. He was wearing a robe, empty, as if he was put on a bamboo pole.

"You are..." the middle-aged man asked.

The person blocking the road was Magai and said calmly: "I'm asking you."

"I am a friend of the Young Master Yi. I came to visit the Young Master, and I would like to report it to you." The middle-aged man explained the reason.

"Young Master's friend? Why haven't I seen you in my life?" Ma Gai was Qin Yiren's post guard. He knew very well about Qin Yiren's affairs, and almost all of Qin Yiren's friends knew about it.

"In the Xia Lu Buwei, I met the young master in Qin." The middle-aged man reported himself to his family, and it turned out to be the famous big profiteer Lu Buwei.

"Lu Buwei?" Ma Gai frowned and thought for a while, but he had never heard of this person before, and said, "You wait."

I met in Qin, so I must have known him before Ma Gai was sent to protect Qin Yiren. I wonder if Ma Gai dropped a word and walked away quickly.

"Strange things, strange things." Lu Buwei looked at Ma Gai's back and called out strange things: "I heard that Qin Yiren is not full and does not wear warm clothes, so why did his post-body guard dress so thickly?"

When Lu Buwei came to see Qin Yiren, he was naturally engaged in buying a country. He had already found out about Qin Yiren's situation and knew that Qin Yiren was penniless, had no food to eat, and had no clothes to wear. However, when he saw Ma Gai, he saw that Ma Gai was dressed thickly. Although the robe was extremely dissatisfied, it was extremely disproportionate to Ma Gai's figure as thin as a bamboo pole, but it was extremely inconsistent with his imagination of clothes that were not covered, or trembling with the cold.

He didn't expect that Qin Yiren robbed Zhao Ping and the others and got clothes for the cold-proofing clothes.

"Is my news wrong?" Lu Buwei frowned and pondered: "The more difficult Qin Yiren is, the better he can obey me; if his situation is not bad, the things I plan to succeed. What should I do?"

Let’s talk about Qin Yiren leaning against the wall to bask in the sun. The warm sun on his body in winter is warm and comfortable, while Qin Yiren is a little lazy.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps sounded, and Ma Gai walked quickly and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Young Master, there is a man named Lu Buwei who wants to see you." Ma Gai replied loudly.

"Lu Buwei?" Qin Yiren jumped up from the ground as if he was installed in a spring, his mouth widened, and his face was full of surprise.

"Yes, he called himself Lu Buwei. Young Master, what's wrong?" Ma Gai saw Qin Yiren's appearance in his eyes, and was surprised. Wasn't he just came to visit alone? It was so amazing: "He claimed that he met the young master in Qin State, so it turned out to be true."

The reason why Qin Yiren was so surprised was that the incident of Lu Buwei buying the country was so famous that it was still circulating two thousand years later.

What's even more terrible is that Qin Yiren himself was bought. How could he not be surprised?

Besides, he was still talking about Lu Buwei just now, and was still thinking about how to deal with Lu Buwei's country, whether to accept or reject it. He thought about it for so long, but there was still no result.

"My current situation is extremely difficult, and it is related to life and death. We must be careful and seeking help is imperative. If the price is right, it is not impossible." Qin Yiren's thought changed: "I am a seller, then I will sell it at a good price."

Thinking of this, Qin Yiren frowned: "How can we sell this for a good price? It's a loss to not bargain or bargain like that soft boy. It's a loss to be a cuckold. Well, there's it."

The light in Qin Yiren's eyes was shining, like the stars at night, especially bright.

"Young Master, do you see me or not?" Ma Gai hurriedly reminded Qin Yiren when he saw him pondering.

"Magai, you are like this." Qin Yiren waved his hand, and Magai came over, and Qin Yiren muttered in his ear for a while.

"This..." Magai was surprised and his eyes almost fell to the ground.

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Chapter completed!