Mo Feifan smiled: "If you can guess what I'm here for this time, I'll invite you to drink a large jar of wine." He raised his glass and drank it, walked to Hong Tong's side, raised his trouser legs and found a seat to sit down. The two were dozens of years apart, so it was not easy to make such a kind of friend who was forgot and affectionate.
Hong Tong lowered his head and thought, "You didn't come for the salt here, are you?"
Mo Feifan's eyes flashed and he said curiously: "How did you know?"
Hong Tong laughed: "The leader of the Mo Gang is very helpful, of course he won't come to see me, this old man. What's the case with Qiushui Town? Isn't it the most salt? The two are just connected together, and they'll be the same."
There are not many people who can make Mo Feifan look at him with admiration, and this Hong Tong is definitely one.
Mo Feifan nodded, which was considered a default.
Hong Tong sat up slowly, stared at Mo Feifan and said, "You are a smart person, I won't say anything extra. I can only introduce you to the government, and the rest depends on you."
If you want to open up the path of private salt, the two most important parties must do it. The first is the government. If you don’t open up the relationship above, even if you can buy salt, it will be difficult to get out of Qiushui Town. Second, those farmers who catch salt can only buy private salt from them.
Mo Feifan bowed and said, "Fefan is already very grateful to Mr. Hong for helping me."
Hong Tong asked: "Where are you living now?"
Mo Feifan replied: "Lufang Restaurant."
That night, a thick envelope appeared on the table in Mo Feifan's room. The envelope said in just four short words "Good to be unfair."
After leaving the Lufang Restaurant, Mo Feifan took the sedan chair and got into the sedan chair. The man who raised his feet was two brothers from Heihu Hall. Without his instructions, he let his feet go quickly. Li Dafeng and others followed the sedan chair and walked like the wind.
Mo Feifan sat in the sedan chair with a look of satisfaction on his face. With Hong Tong's help, he really saved a lot of trouble.
The sedan chair walked through the alley, and after turning seven or eight alleys, he got on the main road, and a black painted carriage parked at the entrance of the alley.
Mo Feifan was carrying a box, and he didn't want to get off the sedan chair and get on the car. The carriage and horses were whipping the horses, and he was free to control his body. He was a man in strong clothes.
There are no pedestrians on the street. Every time I walk by a crossroads, people wave to the roofs on both sides: "There are no suspicious people nearby, and no one follows the carriage."
After the carriage and horses turned seven or eight streets, there were no one watching the roof. The only place they were going to know was the man who was dressed, but Mo Feifan was not worried at all. He always had a faint smile on his face.
There is a slanted street in Xicheng Corner, which is short and narrow. There are only seven stores in this street, and the doors are all very old and dilapidated. Three of them sell antique calligraphy and paintings, but most of them are fakes. There are two of them are matte and frame shops, a very small engraving and printing shop, and an oil umbrella shop.
This was a very neglected street, and only those poor and sour old scholars would visit these shops. But the carriage stopped on this street. When Mo Feifan got off the car, the man who drove the carriage immediately drove the car away. A half-deaf and half-blind old man had opened the small door of the matte shop. Mo Feifan was carrying the box and flashed into it.
There were some poor calligraphy and paintings hanging in the shop. Mo Feifan lifted up a fake by Zhang Tiantang, a maniac of landscape, and gently lifted a brick on the wall. A secret door immediately appeared. Behind the door was a very narrow secret passage. After walking through this secret passage, opening another secret passage. In front of him, he suddenly opened the secret passage. It turned out to be a small courtyard with lush flowers and trees.
Although the yard is not big, every flower and grass is deliberately managed, which seems unique. Deep in the flowers and trees, there are three or five temples, and there are two beautiful and charming little maids who greet each other with a smile on the steps.
Lying on the recliner in the middle of the yard was a middle-aged man with a hooked nose. The middle-aged man was dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked at Mo Feifan with indifferent expression.
"Mr. Liu." Mo Feifan stood up straight and slowly stood firm.
The middle-aged man frowned and after a long time he slowly said, "Who are you?" The middle-aged man's voice was low, and he looked like the kind of person who was used to giving orders all year round.
Mo Feifan: "Mo Feifan, the leader of the Mo Sect."
A trace of silence flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he couldn't help but look at the person in front of him again: "You are much younger than I thought."
Mo Feifan smiled up and said, "Many people say so."
The middle-aged man showed a little displeasure and opened his mouth: "It is a good thing to be successful at a young age, but he is arrogant and owes discipline."
Mo Feifan kept his smile and said with a righteous expression: "I am here not here to listen to your teachings, but I am here to want the entire salt industry of Qiushui Town."
The salt industry he mentioned naturally refers to private salt.
The middle-aged man's eyes moved and he said in silence that the young man had a big tone.
He asked the two maids beside him to walk away, slowly walked to Mo Feifan, met his gaze and smiled: "Do you know who I am?"
Mo Feifan looked down at his hands and said casually: "I didn't know it at first, but now I know it."
"Who am I?" A middle-aged middle-aged man asked tentatively. Several fools once said his name on the spot, and what awaited them was a random knife. He had no mercy on those fools. What qualifications did a group of fools have to discuss business with him?
Will Mo Feifan’s fate be the same as those people?!
Of course not, his answer was both ingenious and inconsequential.
"You are the one who can help me get everything."
"Haha," the middle-aged man laughed, and he was very satisfied with the answer: "You know, it doesn't count if I just say it."
Mo Feifan touched his nose, as if he was not surprised by this question. He patted the small box in his hand: "There are 30,000 taels of silver here, I think they should agree. In addition, after the matter is done, my filial piety to the above will be twice as good as you usually get."
He took 30,000 taels at one move, and he was secretly shocked. Talking to smart people is easy to deal with, the middle-aged man said calmly, "Do you know who the most powerful salt owl in Qiushui Town is now?"
Mo Feifan didn't answer the conversation, he was listening.
The middle-aged man continued: "He is named Weishan, he belongs to Weijia Village, and he has hundreds of thugs under his command. If you have the ability to kill him, half of the private salts in the entire Qiushui Town will belong to you."
Weijia Village, the largest village in Qiushui Town, has nearly 20,000 people.
Mo Feifan: "I still want the remaining half."
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "It is a good thing for young people to be motivated. Since you want to know, I will tell you. The other half is occupied by Zhao Mazi from Dongling Village and Luo Dabiao from Luojia Village. These three salt owls control all the private salt transactions in Qiushui Town."
In Dongling Village, there are more than 10,000 villagers. In Luojia Village, there are more than 10,000 villagers.