Huang San in the back hall of the medical center gritted his teeth and held the breath in his mouth, and he actually came back to life...
Huang San felt very wronged! nnd... Yan Baihua was his old mistress when he was young! But now... a rogue has actually taken away his old mistress...
Today, a little turtle hurriedly came to his window to spread a message, saying that his old friend had sent someone to call him to his room... Huang San, who was full of joy, had just washed himself up and just went upstairs, when he was insulted by Zhao Cai.
Blocked the way!
Damn it, you've stolen the Hua Niang's favor and stopped our family from having a taste of the leftover soup?
After a few fights, Zhao Cai casually picked up a wooden stick that happened to be placed at the door of the old bustard... With one stick, Huang San, who was like a mad dog, was knocked to the ground. The old bustard heard the sound and came out to take a look... Good guy,
My old friend's brains were almost knocked out!
In the chaos, Huang San fell to the ground... It seemed that someone hit him on the head with a stick again! He suddenly passed out.
Several Imperial Guards patrolling the shop entered the Zixuan Tower and took Zhao Cai away together with Capt. Sun of Kaifeng Prefecture. Only when Chun Niang came forward to intercede, Capt. Sun temporarily let go of the old bustard Yan Baihua... Medical
The hotel sent someone to pay for the decoction and bandage, and Mr. Li was extremely busy.
The old madam Yan Baihua was also very angry, but now she had no shame to go out and walk around, so she just closed the door and cursed and cried... Mr. Li was so angry that he tossed his sleeves and went back to the backyard.
Song Wen stepped forward and raised his hands and said: "Mr. Li, something big happened in the building, and Mr. Sun caught up with him... I'm afraid the eldest lady will not be able to get away with it easily! There is no old madam in charge of this building.
No, we have to prepare to open the door to welcome customers at noon tomorrow!"
Mr. Li snorted coldly: "Yan Baihua is a good-for-nothing... It's okay to manage some slave girls, but it's so embarrassing for her to be flirting with others at such an old age... But except for her, the rest of the nuns in the building are not allowed to be used?"
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Song Wen said softly: "Where is Grandma Li, the oldest in the courtyard?"
"She? No, no, no... The proprietor asked her... Forget it, let's let the teapot manager and Ms. Zhou, who is the most familiar with the guests, take care of things tomorrow. In addition, I will work hard these days and come out to help!"
Song Wen bowed and saluted: "This is Song Wen's duty. Sir, please be polite."
Song Wen returned to the backyard, but turned around and pushed open the door of Xiao Fuzi and Brother Ming's small hut. In the darkness, the two teenagers were sitting together nervously.
Song Wen closed the door in the dark and said to Xiao Fuzi: "Yes, you lured Zhao Cai and Huang San to meet each other at the old bustard's door... You did a good job! However, Xiao Fuzi... Huang San seemed to be covered by something."
He was hit twice, and the second hit was done by Zhao Cai's fellow?"
Xiao Fuzi's eyes seemed to be shining brightly in the darkness. He shook his head and said, "The second hit was caused by me!"
"Why?"
Xiao Fuzi's voice was a little nervous and hoarse. He stood up and replied: "The old madam and Zhao Caihuang bullied us all the time, and Zhao Cai kept his hand... I think Brother Wen arranged it so carefully. If
Because Huang San has nothing to do and is in vain...doesn't it mean that he has delayed my brother's important event?"
Song Wen was silent for a long time, but still nodded: "It's not bad, let's leave it like this for now! But from now on, you are not allowed to make your own decisions at will!"
Xiao Fuzi was stunned for a moment, then stood up and bowed to salute... "Xiao Fuzi knows his mistake!"
After comforting the two teenagers, Song Wen asked them to go back and rest for a few days so as not to make any mistakes, and then waited alone behind the window.
In the dead of night and in the early hours of the morning... at the stairway next to the old madam Yan Baihua, a dark figure quietly crawled out from the gap at the bottom of the stairs, and then quietly touched the backyard of Zixuan Tower, where Song Wen's small
There was a knock on the window.
Through the window paper, Song Wen asked softly: "How?"
The black shadow lowered his voice: "No traces were left, but that boy was very ruthless. I should be careful in the future..."
Song Wen nodded: "Sorry for bothering you, brother. Please thank Mrs. Ping on my behalf when you get back. We won't interfere with the rest..."
"I know, little one!"
The black shadow with a slim waist climbed over the courtyard wall through the shadow and disappeared.
The little Fuzi made up for it actually almost ruined Song Wen's arrangement. Originally, the man in black was arranged by Song Wen to frame the blame. Who knew that Xiao Fuzi was hiding in the dark and directly attacked in the dark and was knocked to the ground?
Huang San...
As for Capt. Sun, it was something that Zhao Shenyan arranged casually... This guy spent the whole day lounging in Bianliang, and he was very familiar with these fast-moving government officers patrolling the shops. He casually explained that he was angry at Zixuanlou
, just throw in a handful of money and let Sun Baotou look for some bad luck in Zixuan Tower!
The next day, Song Wen stood in his room with his hands on his sleeves, looking coldly at the old madam Yan Baihua's old dog-leg Feng in front of him...
"Brother Wen, I know that you are a popular person in the building now... Just be noble and let me go! Madam... I really don't know what the eldest lady is doing!"
Song Wen just looked at the old dogleg coldly, waiting for news... The door curtain was raised, and Xiao Fuzi walked in, and threw a baggage to the ground with a slap!
"Brother Wen, these are the objects and money this old guy hid in the room. There are also gold and silver jewelry lost by several girls..."
"Ah! This old slave deserves to die. This old slave deserves to die! Brother Wen, Brother Wen, you are so noble... let this old slave live!"
Song Wen smiled and said: "Because of the jealousy between the eldest lady, Zhao Cai and Huang, the two of them almost died in a fight. You all know what Mr. Li means... Yan Baihua can no longer survive. If she is dealt with by the master, you
This old slave will only be worse off than her! And these stolen items... are enough for you to eat a stick and be sent to Cangzhou Mansion! But... if you can give a clear accounting of Yan Baihua's money that has been greedy for money over the years...
I can go to Mr. Li to plead for mercy and let you take the money and get out quietly! Do you understand?"
"Old slave...Old slave...afraid of lawsuit..."
"Then honestly tell me all the money Yan Baihua has embezzled in Zixuan Tower and all the evil things he has done in the past few years... I guarantee that you will be safe and sound!"
In the back hall, Mr. Li stared at the old slave kneeling on the ground with a cold face. He listened to the old man telling him how much money Yan Baihua had embezzled in the past few years and how many kickbacks he had taken from buying and selling girls in private...
How much money was spent was clearly explained.
He even told her which bank Yan Baihua usually asked her to go to to exchange gold and silver and which bank to deposit it in.
Mr. Li looked livid, shook his head and said, "I can't believe it! This Yan Baihua is so greedy... The owner's annual income does not exceed seven or eight hundred taels, but she, a madam, can actually be greedy for four or five hundred taels..."
"This does not include the fact that she used the money in the building to support Huang San and several other confidants, and also deducted the rewards from customers to give to girls and servants... Mr. Li, Madam Yan has not necessarily made as much as the proprietor all year round.
Too little!"
Song Wen promptly added a sharp blow.
Mr. Li knows that if this matter is not handled well, his boss will not let him go. If it weren't for the huge financial resources brought by Song Wenxin and the popularity of Chun Niang, the red card of Wazi Street... he might have suffered.
The bedding was packed and driven away!
"Come here, take Yan Baihua to the side courtyard and keep her under guard! Don't let her move around without my order. This Zixuan Tower is not Yan Baihua's property... Brother Wen, it just so happens that the proprietor's son in Bianliang wants to see her.
If I want to see you, please accompany me for a walk in the afternoon... Let’s go and pay homage together.”