"Young man, he's just... running errands for others, how can he know this!"
Aguan, who had been talking endlessly, was choked up when he heard this, and then he smiled nonchalantly and said:
"There are only some fragmentary rumors for reference. After all, the owner of the ghost market has never been seen by anyone."
"Then who are the people who maintain daily life?"
Jiang Tian asked meaningfully:
"Naturally, they are the owners of the highest and largest buildings in the building, the villagers from which they were born, the street chiefs, and the powerful men under them..."
Aguan had no time to think about:
Before he finished speaking, the crowd walking on the street with lanterns suddenly separated. There were two muscular men with round waists, gray shirts and blue crotches wearing half-masks. Between them was a depressed man who was crying and begging for mercy.
Turn around and disappear into another winding alley.
However, Chen Wentai, who was deliberately lagging behind by several positions, suddenly let out a sigh and whispered to Murong Wu;
"He has the style of a man in the army."
Of course, Jiang Tian didn't bother with this somewhat sensitive topic anymore. Anyway, he came in just to trigger more related tasks to follow up on this half-baked thing on his own; instead, any specific investigation was still secondary.
In fact, Jiang Tian was a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder in a certain sense. After entering this ghost market, he instinctively observed and measured the buildings and environmental facilities here that could be used as bunkers, or even as a preparatory route for retreat.
and recently exported.
The lanterns in the hands of Jiang Tian and others also seemed to have special meanings. Therefore, although there were many people soliciting loudly on the street, almost no one came directly to entangle them. Even if they met by chance
All the strong men turned away after just one look.
Therefore, after being described in detail by the informant Aguan, and after walking through two streets with different functions, Jiang Tiancai spoke again:
"If I want to find some ancient books, unique copies, etc., where should I go?"
"Then there is nothing good in this outer room, so we have to go to the Zidong Tower further inside. However, this is beyond the capabilities of this villain."
When Aguan heard this, his expression became solemn. He gestured in the direction of the high-rise buildings inside and said sincerely:
"In that case, let's go to your shop and have a look first!"
Jiang Tian didn't take it seriously and said: The most important thing at the moment is to use this to contact other people who have sneaked in to see if they can make any new discoveries.
"Okay."
After hearing this, the informant Aguan was relieved; what he was most afraid of was that the new official was actually a dabbler or a fool; if he was a child from a rich family who was completely ignorant or had a family background, then he would just have to coax him well.
Be happy, and arrange some new and interesting fun that is different from the outside world, and you will be able to deal with it.
If you are a veteran who is quite familiar with the underground rules and can only watch and act, then that's okay; at least it won't be too difficult to communicate. As long as you are not too greedy or aggressive, you can get some ready-made benefits and benefits.
He was able to cope with it and even became one of his online candidates.
But when you encounter a dabbler who is neither good nor bad, you can't think about it. Based on three or five rumors, this generation thinks that they know everything about this place, and they have all kinds of ideas; and the stupid green often represents that they are more extreme than ordinary people.
He has a sense of chivalry and impulsiveness, and wants to step out and take care of things that he doesn't like.
In the end, trouble often happens and is difficult to deal with. Given the other party's background, it may not be a big deal. At most, he suffers a little on the spot and loses his face. As long as he doesn't die here, he can find a way to fix the problem afterwards. But he, the one who leads the way,
But it will lead to great misfortune.
As a middle-aged man in the vast gray area between the ground and the underground, it is a small matter that he can no longer show his face on the ground; he may even offend people inexplicably, get sued, or even be captured and used as a scapegoat to apologize;
It's not something that hasn't happened before.
If we say that the people in the government on the ground are certainly the living hells of the common people, then the gangs and gangs active in the underground ghost market, as well as the backers behind them, eat people without spitting out their bones, and make people angry.
There are monsters and monsters that people cannot guard against.
After all, there were once powerful people in the market who dared to tattoo on their bodies "I am not afraid of Jingzhao Mansion in life, and I am not afraid of King Yama in death", thinking that they were bragging for a while; but after the ghost market that let them enter, anyone who dared to tattoo said
No, but the bones are rotten and I don’t know where they are.
Therefore, in his eyes at this moment, Jiang Tian was just a young official who came from an extraordinary family background. When he first took office, he felt that daily official duties were boring, and he couldn't wait to visit places, thinking that he was qualified for curiosity and adventure. Therefore, he was so popular.
This is what Fei Zhouzhang arranged.
In fact, as long as he leads a tour and has an overview of the ghost market's superficial customs that are completely different from the outside world; and then arranges some seemingly unexpected gains and random encounters, he can probably handle it.
After all, this is an underground environment.
Immediately, the informant Aguan found stalls, sheds and shops almost everywhere in this ghost market, as well as debris that blocked the road from time to time. Between the horizontal bars, he took turns and turned around several street corners like a fish in water.
Suddenly, in a collapsed corner of the alley, I stopped in front of the old and mottled building and shouted;
"Ayun, we have a visitor."
Immediately, a burst of clanking music suddenly sounded, and at the same time there was a slightly smoky but still melodious singing voice singing: "Don't fight over the snow on the partition wall, the snow, moon, flowers and candles are not enough. In the mountain hall, discuss military affairs."
It has been true for thousands of years, and I look at the east wall again in front of the court."
As Aguan lifted the curtain with his own hands, it was revealed that the main hall was filled with all kinds of debris, making it appear cramped yet neat. There was a man sitting on the floor with his back against the partition, blindfolded, playing the pipa.
The scarred woman sang softly; then he explained immediately:
"This is a humble wife. It's just that my eyes are not working well, so I can't greet you in person. I hope your distinguished guest will forgive me."
"It doesn't matter, but we are disturbing you, and we need to get rid of it next."
Jiang Tian waved his hands and said:
However, when Jiang Tian and others were led upstairs to entertain them, the two Jinwu soldiers who went upstairs first also appeared at the window sill; and the spy Liu Niang, who had almost no sense of presence, disappeared without knowing when.
A man who thought he was on alert outside suddenly stopped and had just checked the surrounding area. Murong Wudao said:
"Brother, I seem to have seen that guy Chen Guanshui."
"Where?"
Murong Wu said quietly:
"It's just at the intersection not far ahead."
The man said softly:
"Business matters, let's hold it down for now and wait until the others come to join us."
Murong Wu hesitated for a moment and then said decisively:
At the same time, at another street intersection in the opposite direction, in a dark shack; a man dripping with sweat got in, and he was suddenly startled. A series of frightened and ferocious thin faces suddenly appeared:
"Sorry, Boss Mao, I saw people from Xiantai and Jinwu Guard again."
"Isn't it reasonable that they...they...are all chasing me here?"
"Did someone leak the news?"
"Our people are all here. Could it be those people from the ghost market..."
"I said at the beginning that I would send him out of the city as soon as possible, but he has been stuck here for so long. I'm afraid he is trying to squeeze out all the benefits from us."
"Now, we are at the end of our rope. It would not be surprising if someone wants to use this to sell it at a better price."
"Then what should we do."
"In this case, we might as well make something big so that the landlords in the ghost market can't stay away from it."
"Aren't they trying to raise the price? Aren't they trying to steal our secret money and account books? They just said they would give them all, and they just want..."