He Qizhou could only agree and said he wanted to relieve himself. The warehouse was next to the restaurant. He Qizhou also went to see it with Guo Wen. Unexpectedly, Pei Xianjue and the coachman actually said they wanted to relieve themselves, and the three of them went in and out together.
, He Qizhou had no chance to escape.
Shopkeeper Zhao, Wei Xing and his men accompanied Sikong Lang and others into the warehouse. Sikong Lang finally agreed to discount the salt price by half a penny, on the condition that the goods settled in cash later would be as cheap as possible.
Shopkeeper Zhao secretly thought, "It's not cheap. Isn't it just an empty talk? We don't have to talk about it in the end! But he does agree with Wei Xing's insistence. The price of half a penny of salt is close to the value of three thousand taels. How much does it make up for?"
some inner expectations.
Bailiju's goods were shipped in three batches, and only 70% of the total goods had been traded. The remaining 30% were not available to the Salt Gang, so even if Sikong Lang didn't say anything, they were still willing to give a larger price.
discount, because these goods are stored here and you have to pay for them. I don’t know when the next transaction will be. It is better to sell more than to take them back.
However, the transaction process really gave shopkeeper Zhao a headache. Sikong Lang looked at them one by one and saw that the quotes were ridiculously low. Some were even close to the prices in Qi State. Wei Xing was unmoved and still started from the highest price.
Prices were reduced little by little, and every time a piece of porcelain or silk was sold, it would take dozens of rounds, and it would take less than half an hour to buy hundreds of taels of goods.
Shopkeeper Zhao suggested that everyone talk separately, but Sikong Lang, who had already brought He Qizhou with him, still wanted to see it in person and talk about everything. He Qizhou was secretly worried. The two of them were obviously stalling for time. It was said that the Salt Gang could offer more than 10,000 taels in cash for the purchase.
Damn, it's almost noon. If we really talk like this, we won't have to talk about it until dawn.
Shopkeeper Zhao was also a little anxious and continued to persuade: "Brother Sikong, if we continue talking like this, we may not be able to finish it by dawn tomorrow."
Sikong Lang said: "If you can just relax and relax, won't the conversation be over soon?"
"How can that be done? Your bid is really too low." Shopkeeper Zhao said with a blushing face.
"It's not low. If you don't accept it, the loss will be even greater. By the way, Shopkeeper Wei, please remember the quantity and price of everything clearly. I will take a look at it again then," Sikong Liang said.
"Remember it all. Brother Sikong, why don't we talk after lunch?" Wei Xing suggested after looking at the clerk who was taking notes.
"That's right, you've sent someone to look at the other things as well. Why don't we discuss the total price during dinner? We'll give in if we can. In that case, everyone can go back after delivering the goods tomorrow." Shopkeeper Zhao
Continue to persuade.
"Shopkeeper Zhao, this is not how business is done, but I promise you that the deal will be completed tomorrow morning. Even if we stay up all night today, we will finish the deal."
"Okay, then I'll risk my life to accompany you. It just so happens that there are quite a few of you. Let's go out of the city together tomorrow. You can watch us loading the truck, and you don't have to watch the same thing when delivering the goods." Shopkeeper Zhao said, preparing to stay up all night and finish.
After this protracted negotiation, I will no longer care about this matter no matter what I say.
"Okay, then I'll work hard all night and deliver the goods tomorrow!" Sikong Lang replied.
He Qizhou thought for a moment that he already knew what Sikong Lang wanted to do, but he was unable to escape. The group returned to the restaurant, and Sikong Lang sent the mysterious coachman to call Fifth Brother and Xu Muxue, plus Bailiju and the other three to warm the wine.
Hot food, eat and drink slowly.
Xu Muxue covered her face and claimed that she had no appetite, mainly because she was afraid that the Yan Gang would see her pretty face that was gradually returning to its human form.
Not long after, there was a commotion outside the door curtain, and an officer and a dozen soldiers were seen filing into the already pitifully small restaurant. The leader was covered in leather armor. After removing his hood, He Qizhou couldn't help but feel happy and sad.
The person in charge was Jiang Shuo. He Qizhou was happy that he finally had a chance to talk, but he was worried that Jiang Shuo should be one of the other party's targets!
"You talk about your business and leave us alone." Jiang Shuo said to Zhao and Wei who were about to stand up to greet them. Then he motioned his sergeants to sit down and said to the restaurant manager who hurriedly came behind the counter: "Old Tang, today
It’s the Lantern Festival, don’t be reluctant to part with your jars of fine wine, bring out all of them.”
"Where can I hide good wine? I search it every time. It was gone during the Double Ninth Festival last time." Old Tang said with a bitter face.
"Remember, it seems to be the Mid-Autumn Festival. Yes, it's the Mid-Autumn Festival. Come and have a look in the back room." Jiang Shuo said with a smile. Then two people walked towards the back room.
"Look, look, there's nothing!" the restaurant manager Tang said angrily. This restaurant, known as the Zhenbei Building, is actually a small wine shop with four Eight Immortals tables, and a kitchen and warehouse inside.
Seeing a dozen soldiers sitting diagonally across from each other, shopkeeper Zhao couldn't sit still. He knew Jiang Shuodi's origins. Besides, the other party also came to urge him to close the deal as soon as possible, but he was leisurely leisurely.
He drank slowly and said hurriedly: "Brother Sikong, why don't we finish eating early and then go see the goods?"
"No hurry, no hurry, this military master didn't say it. I really forgot. I didn't expect that today is the Lantern Festival. Since it is so lively, I don't think there is any need to wait until night. I should congratulate you now. Shopkeeper Zhao, I
Here’s a toast to you.” Sikong Lang stood up and raised his glass.
Shopkeeper Zhao could only take a sip with some embarrassment, but immediately felt that the atmosphere in the restaurant was a little weird.
"I wonder how Brother Sikong wants to celebrate tonight?" Jiang Shuo also raised his glass and stood up.
"Oh, what do you call this military master? He actually knows my name?"
"Hahaha, Brother Sikong is joking. Although I've only been here for a year, I'm afraid no one will believe you if you don't know who I am." Jiang Shuo replied.
"I really don't know. Is the military master really coming here to drink, or is there something else? Why don't your two brothers come out? Are you trying to block our way?" Sikong Lang asked, in the kitchen.
There is also a wooden window.
"You haven't said how you want to celebrate tonight? To be honest, the sergeants in my small town still rely on your business to support them, so can you let me come to congratulate you?" Jiang Shuo asked.
"There are too many people here. My wife is a little bored. Could you please let me take her back to the room to rest first?" He Qizhou, who had his back to Jiang Shuo's table, suddenly interrupted, then stood up and turned around, making a gesture of wanting to take his wife away.
He just raised his eyebrows when facing Jiang Shuo, meaning to ask him to leave. Although this action was obvious and could be seen clearly by Jiang Shuo at the table, when he turned around, it was not easy for others at the same table to notice.
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"Where's the excess? Half of the seats are not full. Brother Deren, don't let your interest be spoiled." Sikong Lang stretched out his arm and leaned over from across the table, patted Deren on the shoulder and motioned for him to sit down.
"Okay, okay, it seems that you can't eat well here, so we'll come back later." After Jiang Shuo finished speaking, he was about to lead the team to leave, but saw Helianjue taking a step ahead, tapping his feet, and already floating to the door.
He opened the door and took a look outside, then stood still.
"What does this mean?" Upon seeing this, Jiang Shuo became less anxious and sat down slowly.
"I think Prince Jin came here to capture us, right? Let me guess how many masters you brought with you? Oh, this uncle must be. It is really rare to see such an old sergeant." Sikong Lang looked like he was sure of victory.
It seems that he is ready for a showdown.
Jiang Shuo, who was originally about to give the order, secretly regretted that he shouldn't have been so reckless, but the latest military information he received made him anxious to exchange information with He Qizhou, so after learning that the Yan Gang and Wei Xing continued to stall for time, he decided to come in person.
I tried to find out the truth and tried to have a few words with He Qizhou, but I didn't expect that the other party would fall out as soon as he said he would, and he seemed so confident.
Not even the sergeants in the city knew about his true identity as a border town garrison, but the other party revealed it clearly and clearly regarded him as a turtle in the urn. As a close confidant of the Zhang family, Wei Xing must know his identity, which further confirmed his identity.
The fact that he colluded with the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
"Twenty crossbowmen outside the door, six on the roof, and unknown elsewhere. It is estimated that the total number is around fifty." With just a glance, Helianjue had already roughly detected the situation outside the restaurant. As he spoke, he moved his whole body
The Qi machine burst out, and the strong true air flow stopped the soldiers who were about to move towards the door.
These people are all military masters carefully selected by Jiang Shuo. Most of them are retainers of the King of Jin. They have all passed the fourth meridians, and four of them have already passed the sixth meridians! But the deeper the skill, the more able they are to sense the person at the door.
He was so powerful that he didn't dare to act rashly when he saw that Jiang Shuo had no orders.
"Master Cheng Zong?" Jiang Shuo frowned. In fact, he had already learned from He Qizhou through Jiang Damin that He Lianjue, the Jintang of Qinglong Temple, had sneaked in, but He Jing beside him was also Cheng Zong, although Cheng Zong of Qi State was obviously weaker than
Chengzong of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, but what if he added his own Eight-Pulse Line? Plus his four Six-Pulse Lines, and a dozen military masters with four-line or above, wouldn't it be possible to deal with Chengzong of the Northern Zhou Dynasty?
His other trump card was He Qizhou, who was hiding in the opponent's camp. That guy was strong enough to deal with the people of the Salt Gang, so he decided to come over in person. But when he saw He Qizhou's nervous expression, he knew that he was wrong.
There must be some masters among the people who come. If there are two Chengzong, it will be really dangerous!
If I choose to send a large army to surround these Zhou people, with thousands of arrows fired, and experts checking for leaks and filling in the gaps, the chance of winning will be much higher. But now it is very likely that because of myself, my subordinates are unable to use their hands and feet!
Jiang Shuo is also a person who has seen the big world. Although he has some regrets, his face is calm and composed, saying: "He Lianjue, right? Do you think you can hide it by changing your appearance?"
Although Hebianjue's face was exquisite, it certainly could not be compared with that of the Emei sect. Although he was extremely shocked inside, there was no change visible on his face.