Entering Tsukiji, you will see a series of lavish mansions. Each one can be said to be extraordinary and extremely heroic.
These were built by the Jidu Chamber of Commerce at a cost of tens of thousands of dollars and are planned to be sold after they are all completed.
Now all we have to do is blast open the mountain to the west to open up space and build a garden where the final main mansion can be put up for sale.
Li Qiantang and Yan Zhuo walked one behind the other, and soon passed through the mansion garden and stopped in front of a large area of ruins.
The ruins in front of them were exactly the mountain peaks that had been blown up with gunpowder for more than thirty years.
Originally, this mountain was two hundred feet tall, but now it was suddenly reduced to less than eighty feet in ruins. Not to mention it had become much lower, and even the air was filled with the unpleasant smell of gunpowder.
Seeing the ruined scene in front of him, Yan Zhuo was so angry that he had a toothache. He looked around and found that there was no one in front of the huge ruins. Fortunately, Li Qiantang, who has good eyesight, hurriedly explained: "Master Yan
, all the craftsmen went behind the ruins to look at the house, and I guess the little Taoist priest also went."
"Zhaizi?" Yan Zhuo asked, "What kind of house?"
Li Qiantang raised his left hand and pointed behind the pile of ruins, and said with a smile: "Manager Yan, just... right behind the ruins, as soon as the mountain peak exploded, a valley magically appeared out of thin air behind the mountain.
, there is a big house in that valley, much bigger than our entire mansion and garden, and I haven’t had time to see it yet. Manager Yan, didn’t I tell you about it in the carriage earlier, haha..."
Yan Zhuo frowned and looked in the direction Li Qiantang pointed. Apart from a pile of ruins and peach blossoms falling in the wind, he saw nothing else.
"Master Yan, why don't we climb over this ruin and have a look?" Li Qiantang asked.
"Yes!" Yan Zhuo nodded impatiently: "Lead the way."
Not long after, Li Qiantang and Yan Zhuo set out again, choosing the lowest part of the ruins to climb over. The process was quite thrilling. Yan Zhuo almost stepped on the air and fell down several times, but Li Qiantang was no better.
After all, this is a piece of ruins that has just been blown up. There are many scattered pieces on it, and there is no road that can pass through it.
However, the two of them finally turned over, but they were panting and sweating from exhaustion, especially Yan Zhuo, who was so tired that he was out of breath and sat down on the ground.
Li Qiantang simply adjusted his breath, walked forward, bowed slightly and said, "Manager Yan, why don't we take a rest here first? We'll be there not far ahead."
Yan Zhuo did not refute, but said out of breath: "You... you go... go and see where the little Taoist is, and then... call me, I
I can’t walk anymore.”
"Yes, Manager Yan." Li Qiantang nodded and said with a smile, "Then you can rest here first. I will be back soon."
After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly towards the house.
Shortly after Li Qiantang left, the aura of Yan Zhuo, who was full of wealth, finally softened a little.
At this time, he realized the surrounding environment. Although the Peach Blossom Mountain on all sides was blown up, the beauty here could not be blocked. The petals were flying and the birds were singing. It was a scene that was not like the human world, but seemed to be where immortals live.
sea of flowers.
Seeing this visual scene, even Yan Zhuo, who was always known for his bad temper, couldn't help but feel shocked, which is rare in this life.
However, his eyes soon changed from appreciation to anger, because he saw a large group of people standing in front of a huge house, as many as one hundred or ten people.
They were all craftsmen responsible for the construction of the mansion's gardens, but Yan Zhuo was not angry when he saw these people, but because he saw two white figures among those craftsmen who should not be here. Although they were far away, they stood there.
The two white lines among the craftsmen are particularly conspicuous.
If you look closely, you will find that they are a man and a woman. Both of them are wearing appropriate white robes, and there is a big word "written" written on their backs.
Writer.
The so-called scribe's duty is to write down current events or news on paper, and then send them back to the scribe hall in a thousand-machine way. Finally, the people in the scribe hall will sort out the news so that it can be quickly spread throughout the world.
This organization is said to be everywhere and omniscient. It receives news from the entire world, and there is no secret that they want to know but cannot know.
At this time, one of the plain-looking male writers was holding a black pen in his right hand and was looking at the rice paper on his left hand to write the description from another female writer.
From the beginning when the Jidu Chamber of Commerce finally exploded the mountain, to the peach blossom valley appearing out of thin air behind the ruins, to the Yuluo Villa in the valley, every detail was described very well.
Soon, a piece of rice paper was filled with writing. The male writer tapped the pen in his hand lightly on the paper, and the rice paper turned into a flying paper butterfly, flapped its wings and flew away.
The female writer pointed to the stream ahead, "So let's go ahead..."
"Who let you writers come in here?" The female writer planned to go to the front to write about the stream, but suddenly a questioning and somewhat angry voice came over.
The two writers looked back and saw a fat man with a swollen body walking towards them step by step, looking like he was going to eat someone.
It is Yan Zhuo, the head of the Jidu Chamber of Commerce.
But for some reason, when I saw this woman writing, my eyes lit up with an unforgettable light.
At this time, not only the eyes of the two writers were attracted, but also the craftsmen who were admiring the beautiful scenery and feeling the fragrance of the flowers in front of them were also awakened by Yan Zhuo's voice, even looking for someone not far away.
Li Qiantang, the little Taoist priest, also looked over.
As soon as they saw the person in charge, Yan Zhuo, the scene instantly became silent.
"The writer?" Li Qiantang saw the two writers over there at this moment. He couldn't help but feel a little panicked, and whispered in a low voice: "How did they get in?"
Although Li Qiantang's voice was as low as a mosquito, it was still heard by the young craftsmen on the side, and he whispered: "Manager Li, I heard them say that the two writers seemed to be coming from the stone canal under the mansion.
Climbed in."
"Stone canal?" Li Qiantang was shocked. He didn't expect that the current writer would go to such a length to get the news, even if he climbed the dirty stone canal. He was really desperate.
He no longer thought about it and hurriedly ran over. He knew why Manager Yan was so angry when he saw the writer. It was because some time ago, there was a writer who maliciously made up the story of Shanshan, saying that it was Jidu.
The Chamber of Commerce offended the gods in the sky, so the mountain that took more than thirty days to explode could not be exploded.
In short, the writing was as bad as it was written. Although the people who wrote the book later came out to clarify that it was not their writer, it still affected the credibility of the Jidu Chamber of Commerce.
The Chamber of Commerce lost a lot of money, so in order to prevent such writers from writing maliciously again, they sent guards in black with swords to watch near the mansion garden, and no other people were allowed to enter.
Because of this incident, Li Qiantang also had his monthly salary deducted for several months, and Yan Zhuo was also fined and had to watch in front of the construction site gate every day.
"Yan Zhuo?" The female writer looked at Yan Zhuo with still cold eyes.
Yu Ran leaned forward and reminded in a low voice, "Sister Liu Xi, Manager Yan already knows that we have come in. It seems that the person who came here is not a good person."
"It's okay! You write well and leave the rest to me." The female writer named Liu Xi said calmly.
Soon Yan Zhuo stepped forward and said angrily: "You are deaf, I will ask you again, who let you in? Don't you know that Tsukiji doesn't allow idlers to enter?"
Xia Liuxi forced a smile: "Mr. Yan, I know that some time ago there was a person pretending to be a member of our writing hall and wrote false news, which caused your chamber of commerce to lose some credibility. But Mr. Yan, we are the real writing hall."
Our editors will definitely write according to what we see and will never do anything that is unreal, so you don’t have to worry.”
After saying that, Xia Liuxi took out a white sign with the word "Zhuan" engraved on it and handed it over.
But Yan Zhuo knocked him to the ground without even looking, "I don't care if you are real or fake, get out of here right away."
"You?" As soon as these words came out, Yu Ran couldn't help but said: "Mr. Yan, we can leave if you want, but what you said is too rude, right?"
Yan Zhuo immediately became furious after hearing this. He stepped forward and grabbed Yu Ran's collar, saying: "Boy, am I dissatisfied with what you say? Do you know who I am? I'm licking the tip of the knife.
When you bleed, your hair hasn't even grown yet. Do you think you're qualified to be polite here?"
When he said the last sentence, Yan Zhuo's fierceness became more intense.
Yu Ran was immediately frightened and turned pale.
At this time, Li Qiantang hurried over and separated the two people. But Yan Zhuo still said: "Get out of here, or don't blame me for being rude to you."
Now that the words have reached this point, Li Qiantang, who is the steward of the mansion garden, has no choice but to chase people away, but he still says in a kind and polite manner: "I'm sorry, the two editors please leave."
Xia Liuxi and Yu Ran looked at each other and seemed to have no intention of leaving.
"Li Qiantang, what nonsense are you talking to them!" Yan Zhuo on the side became a little anxious. He raised his finger and pointed at the craftsmen next to him, and shouted: "What are you doing standing around here? Why don't you hurry up and get these two people?"
I'll drive you out."
The craftsmen who were accused were stunned at first, and then looked at each other, and they were also confused. I was just watching the excitement, so why did they find it on us?
However, complaints were complaints, and a few people quickly took action, grabbing and dragging them towards the ruins. After all, this was what Manager Yan said and they had to listen.
At this time, Li Qiantang was very aware of the seriousness of the situation, but he could not stop it. He could only remind several craftsmen: "Slow down and be careful."
Yan Zhuo also didn't care about anything. The most important thing at the moment was to express his frustration. He wanted to drive away the two writers. The scene was very noisy and chaotic.
But at this moment, the three beast-headed doors of Yuluo Villa suddenly opened, which made everyone present curious.