Chapter 625: Understanding the Way of Fraudulent People
The atmosphere suddenly dropped. Qian and Li were both speechless, drinking at each other.
It seems that this awkward atmosphere is indeed a bit uncomfortable. After all, the Shiranui family's sword has not yet cut off his own head, and he still has to live his life. It is just a little more difficult.
So, after a while, Brother Qian spoke.
"I don't know if the Shiranui family is attacking us or we are attacking them. I hope the attacks don't come to the city. My inheritance for most of my life has been in this city. There are so many shops. If you smash them casually, it will be mine.
Meat."
"Brother Qian, do you really not understand or are you pretending not to understand?
If we were the one being beaten, we would definitely defend the city, but there are tens of thousands of cavalry outside.
Can you tell me, are cavalry regiments used for daily border defense, or are they used for city defense? Isn’t the cavalry used for field attacks?
I guess the attackers are going to attack the Shiranui family."
"That's right. The master of my old family has been working hard for most of his life. Now that the Xi family has finally become stronger, it's time to counterattack the Shiranui family and avenge the hatred that always invaded us in the past."
"Pull it down, peace is the last word for development. War will only destroy farmland and cities, displace people, and make life difficult for them.
Isn't it good for everyone to enjoy peaceful development? You actually still hope for war."
"I don't have any hope or hope, I just want to make money."
"Hey, brother Qian, this time I came here as a merchant. The tax collection at the checkpoints along the way was really awesome. Although it is to support the government, which is what it should be, brother, I really can't survive my life."
"Um...brother, take care of yourself."
"Hey, brother Qian, can you settle the payment for the goods that you owe me these two times? I really can't hold it anymore."
"Um, Brother Li, I'm also stuck with this batch of goods, and I can't turn around for the time being. Do you think I can turn around for a few more days?"
"Straight bitch, why are you so ignorant?"
"No, brother, brother, I do have difficulties. How about, brother still has some shops in this city, and I can mortgage them to you first?"
"Hey, you're a businessman, and I'm a businessman. What do I want your shop to do, and why should I devote myself to running it?"
There's going to be a war now, and your shop isn't worth much."
"Isn't that right? It's going to be a war. Who knows if I can survive until later. Let's get drunk today. If tomorrow comes, let him worry about tomorrow. Let him live through this war first."
Yes, drink."
The two brothers, who had drunk a lot of Jingxian Shuang, drank to relieve their sorrows, and started to talk about other things. They were just talking about whose young daughter-in-law was pretty, and how there were new girls and handsome young men in the brothel.
Wan Lei listened with waning interest. He thought it would be good to sit down and listen to the voices of the people at the bottom occasionally.
The war was indeed about to begin, but it had nothing to do with him.
He was not so narcissistic that he felt that the 10,000 cavalrymen were here to hunt them. Otherwise, those cavalrymen would have gone into the city and dispersed to search for them, and would not have been able to set up camp honestly outside.
If the Xiren family really sent 10,000 cavalry to kill him, it can only be said that the head of the Xiren family is broken.
When his cultivation reaches his level, he has no fear of being hurt by ordinary swords.
This is not a world of high martial arts. No matter how strong the strong man is, he will be killed by the army in turn, or he will be turned into a hedgehog by the rain of arrows.
Gouzi once said that the so-called high martial world is nothing more than the low spiritual plane. When it reaches the level of the middle spiritual plane, the power of mortals is very little.
He Wan Lei just stood in mid-air and let the cavalry below shoot him with arrows. Even if he shot for decades, he would not be damaged at all.
At this time, his mood was the same as that of the two businessmen at the next table.
It's all sadness.
But what they were worried about was business, and Wan Lei was worried about when he would be able to find Immortal Li Mo.
But no one worries about the common people.
Fang Xiaoyu said nothing and looked out the window quietly. The old man was in good spirits. Throughout the night, he drank eight of the ten jars of wine by himself, and the other two drank the remaining two jars.
It was getting dark, they went downstairs, but the old man stopped at the wine bar.
“How much does it cost to pack a gourd of wine?”
"Master, one gourd counts as one jar, and two fire crystals."
The person who spoke was the shopkeeper of the bar. The waiter from the shop yesterday probably went to the brothel to enjoy himself because of the reward he received. No one was seen now.
"Are you sure? One gourd and two fire crystals?"
"You're sure, we've always sold it like this, no one can deceive anyone."
"That's good."
The old man took out two fire crystals and placed them on the wine table. The shopkeeper happily put them away.
Then, the old man took out his gourd.
It's not the one on his waist, but the one he took out of the empty ring.
It's as tall as a person.
very big,
Too old to have any friends.
Yes, the old man's two friends had covered their faces and hid outside the door, pretending not to recognize him.
"This... Sir, you are going too far. You call this thing a gourd? Isn't this just a vat?"
"Isn't this just a gourd? Today the King of Heaven is here, and it is also a gourd.
Hurry up and pretend, you said you were innocent, why, the shop bullies customers, doesn't mean what you say?"
The shopkeeper was so angry that his beard was trembling. He had never seen such a bully. His gourd was almost as big as a jar of wine. Look at this gourd. Where did you find such a gifted gourd?
"Why, you think what I said doesn't make sense?"
The old man glared, and his cultivation pressure immediately erupted. The poor shopkeeper was so frightened by this pressure that he almost knelt down.
"It makes sense."
While talking, the shopkeeper hurriedly went to fill the bottles with wine.
This gourd of wine directly emptied a large vat.
"You keep walking slowly and come here to play often."
Amidst the warm greeting from the shopkeeper, the old man walked out of the restaurant with satisfaction.
"Oh, this family is so welcoming. They are all good people. I will come here more often in the future."
The old man was very pleased and nodded repeatedly.
"No shame at all."
Fang Xiaoyu spat and looked at the old man with contempt.
"How can you say that? I paid for the one gourd and two fire crystals he mentioned. It wasn't a forced sale. He was very happy.
Look, this store doesn’t bully my old man, it’s really a child without bullying.”
The old man didn't feel at all that he had used his cultivation to force others to reach a consensus.
Fang Xiaoyu looked down upon this kind of behavior, but Master Lei's eyes became brighter and brighter.
He suddenly felt that when he extorted others in the past, he was too simple and crude, his face was too ugly, and he had no sense of beauty at all.
You should be like the old man, reasoning with the other party while quietly scaring others, feeling confident, while holding your own and holding a big stick to make others think what you say is reasonable.
Finally, a consensus was reached, which looked good on both sides.