There are millions of people in Qiushui Town, and it is not easy to find someone from these million people. Weishan and Luo Dabiao chose two different methods. The former spent a lot of money to invite those who trade information on the road, trying to find Mo Feifan's whereabouts through them. The latter sent people to the Momen Hall in Liujia Town to ask where the brothers' leader was.
Two days have passed and there is no news at all.
On the afternoon of the third day, Weishan received news from intelligence dealers that they had found Mo Feifan's whereabouts.
"Okay, I'll send someone to ask him for a meal first, and I'll go there right away."
The intelligence dealer agreed and trotted away.
Lu Fang Restaurant, Mo Feifan and others stayed at the inn.
After Weishan arrived, the intelligence dealer led him to a private room on the second floor. There were four people sitting inside. One fat man, one "white man", one sword-eyed young man, and one young man with two deep dimples on his face. Seeing Weishan coming in, the first three people stood up one after another, very alert. Only one behind was still sitting as if he was sitting in the mountains, drinking tea leisurely.
The intelligence dealer introduced Weishan one by one: "This is the leader of the Mo Sect - Mo Feifan, Boss Mo; this is the leader of the Mo Sect Black Tiger Hall - Li Dafeng, Brother Li; this is the leader of the Quicksand Killer Organization - Brother Feng Huafeng; this is Liu Xuefeng, the leader of the Ghost Guard." Then he said to Mo Feifan and others: "This is the eldest brother of Weishan in Weijia Village - also the largest salt owl in Qiushui Town."
Weishan took a few steps forward and bowed to him and said, "Boss Mo, the news uploaded this year is about you. It's really better to meet you than to be famous. It's so honorable to see you." He did not associate the young man in front of him with the previous masked killer and the mysterious detective from the previous mysterious origin.
The intelligence dealer took the opportunity to leave tactfully. He was a smart person. A smart person would know what to listen to and what not to listen to.
Mo Feifan smiled and smiled and bowed: "Brother Wei is so kind. I'm just making a living. I've also heard of Brother Wei's reputation and control one-third of the private salt in Yancheng area. Maybe some of the salt I eat comes from Brother Wei."
The sensitive term private salt seemed so ordinary to him. Weishan's face turned red and he coughed dryly.
Seeing Weishan still standing, Mo Feifan hurriedly greeted: "Brother Wei, please sit down."
Weishan was kind-hearted, raised his legs and walked to a bench, sat down. The two of them exchanged greetings for a while and began to get to the point.
Weishan straightened his waist and said straight to the point: "I came to find Boss Mo today, but I actually have something to ask for."
Every step Weishan took was arranged by Mo Feifan. Weishan would come to him today, and he also arranged it himself. But look at his face, he didn't know the meaning of this. He was as curious as a three-year-old baby: "Oh? What did Brother Wei say?"
Weishan took out a large stack of silver notes from his arms and placed them on the table. Nine and a half of the ten people in the world would say that this was a large sum of silver, and Mo Feifan was undoubtedly one of the nine and a half people.
"Four days ago, I was chased by a group of masked killers..." Weishan spoke very quickly, and roughly told the whole story.
After listening to the words, Mo Feifan showed a "shocked" expression: "It turns out that the incident that was rumored in the town has a direct relationship with Brother Wei. So many people were killed and injured, and so many people were arrested. This matter is a big deal."
After hearing what Mo Feifan said, Weishan felt nervous. He scratched his head and wiped his sweat and said, "I'm going to tell you that Brother Mo said that I'm also related to the government. This matter was not very big, so I just wanted to kill a few scapegoats and block the mouths of the people. But I don't know who caused this to the point. The official friend said that the old man was very angry when he heard this, and said that he wanted to severely punish the salt farmers involved in the trouble."
He heard this from Liu Zhen. He never expected that this passage was originally from the young man in front of him.
Mo Feifan rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully: "If you alarm the above, it will be not simple. Brother Wei came this time, I just wanted me to help you settle the old man."
Weishan's body shook, and he secretly smacked his tongue. Mo Feifan was really as difficult as the legendary one. He had already known it before he could speak.
He took a deep breath and said directly: "That's right, I heard that Boss Mo has a good relationship with the old man above. I also asked Boss Mo to come forward and plead for more than 20,000 people in my Weijia Village." He added: "I have prepared all the money I used to handle. In addition, we will not treat our friends badly after the matter is completed."
Mo Feifan stared at Weishan, saying, "I have a good relationship with the old man above. But this matter is too big, and I'm afraid I can't do anything about it. You should find someone else."
He was in a hurry to seek medical treatment, let alone Liu Zhen had already pointed out a clear way for him. He seemed to have grabbed the last straw and asked quickly: "Boss Mo, just give it a try, just give it a try. Even if I beg you, please."
"Oh, I can't help myself. Let's go." Mo Feifan waved his hand and said nothing was possible.
Li Dafeng stood up at the right time and said with a smile: "Brother Wei, please."
Seeing that the other party issued an order to expel the guest, Weishan felt anxious and his feet softened and fell to the ground.
"Hey, Brother Wei, what are you doing? There is gold under a man, and you are the number one person at all..." Mo Feifan bent down to support Weishan.
Weishan burst into tears and cried, saying, "Boss Mo doesn't agree, I won't get up today."
Half of his crying was true and half false, and a large part of the reason was that money was causing trouble. If the salt farmers kept keeping this and could not transport private salt, they would have to be forced to lose all their money by the salt merchants. If a man had gold under his knees, he certainly understood. But if this kneeling could be exchanged for tens of thousands of taels of gold, it would be worth it even if he knelt down.
Knowing that it would be meaningless to refuse, Mo Feifan sighed heavily and reluctantly agreed: "For Brother Wei's sake, I'll give it a try. However, I can't guarantee that I will succeed."
Weishan cried and was very happy, and grabbed Mo Feifan's hand excitedly, and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, Boss Mo, thank you brothers."
"Afeng, I'll get a divorce letter right away. Take it to Yancheng to my old friends. Remember, you must go and return quickly." Mo Feifan blinked at Li Dafeng and ordered.
Li Dafeng smiled knowingly and nodded quickly: "Brother Fan, wrap it with me."
"Brother, this is a hundred taels of silver bill for your expenses on the way." Weishan stood up and handed Li Dafeng a hundred taels of silver bill.
Li Dafeng was not polite at all and accepted it happily.
Mo Feifan reached out and patted Weishan on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Brother Wei, you go back to the village first. When there is news, I will send someone to notify you."
"Yeah". Weishan felt relieved and turned around and left. Regardless of whether Mo Feifan could get things done, tell the good news to the people in the village first to make them feel at ease. Only by reassuring them can the private salt be sent out normally. At the same time, he also reminded himself in his heart. He must send someone to stare at them secretly. If Mo Feifan takes the money and doesn't do anything, he will hire a group of killers to secretly kill him.
When Weishan left, Li Dafeng, Fenghua and Liu Xuefeng laughed together. Li Dafeng gave a thumbs up and exclaimed: "Brother Fan, your move is too high. Look at Weishan just now, and he almost kneel down to call you ancestors."
"Yes, now we have money, and salt will be available soon." Fenghua took over and said with a smile.
Mo Feifan smiled and tapped his head: "So you should use this more."
"Then do I still want to go to Yancheng?" Li Dafeng quietly remembered something and asked.
Mo Feifan nodded: "Of course I have to go, not only I have to go, but also go openly and with a good look. If I guess correctly, Weishan will definitely send someone to stare at us."
Li Dafeng: "Is he that smart?"
Mo Feifan: "Don't be afraid of your opponent, but don't underestimate your opponent. No one's success is accidental. It is probably not easy for him to get to this point today."
Li Dafeng said oh, holding up the silver note in his hand and grinned: "That Luo Dabiao, it's time to send money."
Luo Dabiao found out Mo Feifan's whereabouts through his brothers from the Mo Sect. His approach was very stupid. Not to mention that they didn't know where Mo Feifan was, even if they knew, they wouldn't tell an outsider easily. If Mo Feifan hadn't sent someone to say hello in advance, he wouldn't have been able to find it after a year or two.
Another stack of silver notes, another crying and laughing face, another illusory promise.
Mo Feifan easily deceived two salt owls with tens of thousands of taels of silver. Not to mention that these two people are not very smart, they are really generous in their actions. He has heard a saying that it is easy for people who make money to spend money, and it is difficult for people who make money to spend money. These two people are very generous in their actions, which must be related to the profits of smuggling and private salt.
After understanding this, he salivated even more about the big fat piece of Qiushui Town and became more determined to take down Qiushui Town.
Two days later, Mo Feifan called Weishan, Luo Dabiao and the clan leader of Dongling Village (Zhao Mazi, the salt owl of Dongling Village, was killed by Mo Feifan in the chaos) and told them a piece of news. After his hard work, the superiors finally agreed to fight the salt farmers in Sancun, Qiushui Town for a lifetime and deal with it in a low-key manner. Of course, they also gave some reasons enough to convince the people.
The salt farmers in the three villages control most of Yancheng's official salt (they sell official salt on the surface, but in fact they are more private salt). If they are locked up for a year and a half, many ordinary people will probably not eat salt and the government's salt tax will not be charged.
After hearing the news, the three of them breathed a long sigh at the same time. It seemed that the tens of thousands of taels of silver were not covered with nothing, and the villagers could come out.
"But..." Mo Feifan changed his tone and said suddenly.