Ji Wuye flipped through the book in front of him and found that there were too many densely packed words and he couldn't make out any of them, so he closed the title page and threw it aside.
He hugged the beauty beside him, frowned and said, "Just this piece of crap, do you think it's worth a lot of money?"
On the other side of the desk, the bloated Jade Tiger took over the book that had been treated roughly by Ji Wuye with a smile on his face, as if he was treating a treasure with care.
"Hey, General, you don't know something. According to my many years of experience in business, this thing is not simple!" As he spoke, he smoothed out the wrinkles on the book and then touched the jade on his thumb.
Finger pull.
He raised his head and saw Ji Wuye's scrutinizing gaze.
The smile on his fat and greasy face continued, "General, don't worry, listen to me and tell you slowly."
Jade Tiger spread out the book again, touched the rough material, and said: "Nowadays, people in the world use bamboo slips and silk to record text. The former is too heavy and the latter is too precious. But this thing is not only convenient, but also should
It’s not expensive. If we can get the method to make it, we may be able to double the support we can provide to the general next year!”
As he spoke, he stretched out a short, thick finger.
He was indifferent to the previous words, but when he heard the money doubled, Ji Wuye's eyes lit up, and the hand that was touching his thigh tightened slightly.
This made the beauty leaning in his arms feel pain, but she did not dare to say anything. She looked at her tender and fair thighs, and there was already a red mark.
"Doubled, are you sure?" A pair of gloomy dead fish eyes flashed.
Who doesn't like having more money, otherwise he wouldn't have taken the huge risk to plan the one hundred thousand military salary, but unfortunately it was ruined by that kid Han Fei!
Jade Tiger nodded without hesitation. He was still very confident in his business vision.
Hearing this, Ji Wuye's eyes brightened slightly, "Then get this manufacturing method!"
After saying that, he suddenly came to his senses and looked at the fat man in front of him, "Is that why you came here today?"
The Emerald Tiger smiled coquettishly and complimented: "I can't hide it from your eyes, General!"
Ji Wuye snorted coldly, but didn't say much. After all, the interests of the Emerald Tiger were tied to Ye Mu.
"It seems that you are already prepared. Tell me, what do you want to do?"
From Ji Wuye's words, it was not difficult to hear the Jade Tiger's approval, and the smile on his face bloomed like a chrysanthemum.
"Ask from those merchants who made these things, general you will never guess!" Emerald Tiger said, but when he saw Ji Wuye's cold eyes, he knew in his heart that he only cares about the results.
At the moment, he no longer wanted to be evasive and said: "It's the Qijuetang that disappeared in Xinzheng recently!"
"Oh?" Ji Wuye frowned, then let go, and said calmly: "Then let the killers of the Hundred Birds Group do it."
He had never cared about such an unconventional existence as Qijuetang.
The Jade Tiger was overjoyed. This was the answer he wanted. Just as he was about to speak, he felt the lights in the hall flash, and then the temperature in the air suddenly dropped.
Feeling this change, the Emerald Tiger couldn't help but shuddered and turned his gaze to the window sill, where a tall and strange figure had already stood.
"If you can only see what's in front of you, be careful with your hands, they will be cut off by the sharp blade you can't see." As he said that, the shadow slowly turned around, with long pale hair, strange red eyes, and blood-stained eyes.
White clothes, and that bloodless face.
"Master Marquis..." Jade Tiger's hand holding the cup tightened slightly. He felt afraid of this person from the bottom of his heart.
Ji Wuye glanced lightly, but didn't say much, just said: "What are you doing here?"
Glancing at Ji Wuye, Bai Yifei put one hand behind his back and slowly climbed down the steps, "The news from Ying Ge, this book has set off a wave in the six countries, and the impact it has brought can be
Not even a Qijuetang can compare with it. Among the hundreds of families, many people are already on their way to Korea."
Hearing the news he brought, Ji Wuye frowned. He only heard the words "Six Kingdoms" and "Hundred Schools", and a feeling that things were beyond his control rose from the bottom of his heart.
Although it was unbelievable, he would not doubt Yingge's ability.
"What do you mean?" Ji Wuye asked.
A storm was brewing under his nose. The situation in Xinzheng seemed to be changing all the time. His idea was to put it out!
He leaned over and picked up the wine on the table, shaking it gently in his hand. He glanced at the beauty next to Ji Wuye and shook his head secretly, "low-class stuff."
"I heard that Qijuetang seemed to have caused us a lot of trouble before?" Bai Yifei lowered his head and asked.
Hearing this, Ji Wuye snorted coldly. The little bug he didn't pay attention to was actually making waves now!
"That's what you came here to talk about?" Ji Wuye was a little unhappy.
Bai Yifei glanced at him and slowly shook his head, "I'm here to tell the general, Qijuetang, Zheng Ze, we can't move."
The forces involved are too complicated. If we act rashly now, no one knows what the consequences will be.
Listening to his words, Ji Wuye felt even more unhappy. Is there anyone in Xinzheng whom he cannot touch?
"That's not what I want to hear!"
Hearing this, Bai Yifei was not in a hurry. He glanced at the red halo in the wine glass, and his enchanting blood-colored lips curved.
"But next to this man, there is a Baiyue woman. She is the spirit of the dead who should have died on the battlefield. Maybe we can start with her." He raised his head, his pale face and blood-colored lips complemented each other. He was strange and evil.
…
In Sima Mansion, Zheng Ze, Han Fei and Zhang Liang stood in front of the door.
"Ninth Young Master, is this the good place you mentioned?" Zheng Ze raised his finger and pointed at the Sima Mansion plaque that had been hung with white flowers.
Han Fei touched his chin and looked at the front door of Sima Mansion with great interest. People came and went occasionally, with sad expressions on their faces.
"It is said that he is your eldest brother. Shouldn't you come and see if he is dead?" Han Fei looked away and looked at Zheng Ze.
Zhang Liang looked at the two of them from the side. For some reason, he always felt like two older brothers bringing a younger brother out to play.
Zheng Ze shook his head and said seriously: "Just because he is the eldest brother, I will be sad when I see this!"
Hearing this, how could Han Fei believe it, "Do you really care about someone like him?"
What Mo Crow could find out, he might not be able to deduce based on the current situation.
Regarding Han Fei who didn't understand him, Zheng Ze looked grave, "He is my dearest relative, friend, and brother!"
Zhang Liang, who had been watching everyone's actions, suddenly interrupted, "Since we are siblings, shouldn't we go in and take a look?"
Zheng Ze patted the young Zhang Liang on the shoulder, "My sadness will turn into a river."
Han Fei smiled helplessly, "Mr. Zheng..."
Although he is now a Sikou and has the power to prosecute in prison, Zuo Sima's death involves too much, and it would not be good to intervene rashly. Therefore, it is more appropriate to ask Zheng Ze to conduct investigations in the name of condolences.
However, before Han Fei could say anything, Zheng Ze continued: "So, we have to pay more!"
