Zhang Qingjiu did not expect that Sun Ningxue would be so awesome. In less than three days, she actually found her target customers.
Picking up a cup of tea worth a few taels of silver in front of him, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but sigh, "I don't know whose business this Star Building is, it's undoubtedly a rich man."
Of course, the other party is naturally rich, otherwise he would not dare to invite her here.
Although the woman sitting opposite Zhang Qingjiu had never heard of this "rich man", she roughly guessed it from Zhang Qingjiu's tone. She immediately smiled and said, "This Star-Zhailing Tower is indeed a rich man with every inch of land in the capital city."
The place has been making rapid progress since its opening ten years ago, and it has quickly become a unique teahouse in the upper capital. There are also countless people who want to find out who is behind it, so that it can develop into such a situation in just a few years. However, what is behind it?
His identity is really mysterious and no one knows it to this day.”
The man still didn't take off his bamboo hat. As she spoke, the gray gauze trembled slightly.
Zhang Qingjiu never expected that the other party would actually say this to him, but...
Mysterious?
Zhang Qingjiu raised her lips and smiled. If she wanted to know, there would be no mystery. But if she knew everything clearly, what would be the point in this world?
"What do you want from me today?" Zhang Qingjiu put down the tea cup in his hand and raised his head, looking at the woman in front of him with a smile.
Since I came here under the name "Zhang Xiaoxian", naturally it won't be that complicated to make friends.
The woman didn't seem to expect that Zhang Qingjiu would ask such a straightforward question. The hand holding the tea paused slightly in mid-air, but she quickly regained her composure, "Xiaoxian, don't you know what I want to ask?"
Zhang Qingjiu gave her a strange look, "Do you think inferences are like children's playing house? Just look at one and deduce the other?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile: "Sorry, I overstepped."
As she said that, the woman took out a stack of silver notes from her arms and put it on the table, "This is one thousand taels. I ask the fairy to help me deduce the matter of the family house. If it works out, I will give you a generous gift."
"A family matter, a couple's matter?" Zhang Qingjiu glanced at the thick banknotes on the table and raised his eyebrows.
"Yes." The woman didn't expect that she would speak so clearly, so she took a deep breath and nodded.
Zhang Qingjiu curled his lips and said, "Then you take the money back, I don't care about it."
The woman's breath suffocated and she stood up immediately in a hurry, "Why is this? Did I give you not enough money?"
"It's not about money." Zhang Qingjiu touched his nose, "Ten thousand taels won't do."
The woman didn't expect to be rejected again, "Then you can't calculate it. Is the name of the little fairy just an illusion?"
Zhang Qingjiu paused when he needed to stand up and smiled, "You don't even dare to take off your veil until now. Do you think I'm just showing up?"
"It's just a birth date. Even a blind man can calculate it. Why take off the veil?" The woman was obviously irritated, and her tone suddenly became high-spirited.
The smile on Zhang Qingjiu's face became sweeter and sweeter, "Then it's different here. Here... Sincerity is the soul. As long as the heart is sincere, it doesn't need the birth date. If the heart is sincere, it doesn't need the birth date of the eight generations of ancestors."
It’s useless to take it out.”
"What do you mean?" The woman's chest rose and fell obviously, but she didn't know whether it was excitement or anger.
Zhang Qingjiu took a deep look at her, their eyes facing each other through a layer of veil. It was obvious that the other party could not see her clearly, but the woman had an inexplicable feeling that she was about to be seen through.
Just when she thought that today's events would be over, Zhang Qingjiu suddenly sighed.
"Well, since it was Sun Ningxue who asked you to come to me, I'll just tell you." Rubbing his temples, Zhang Qingjiu shook his head helplessly, "so as not to let her down for you."
The woman snorted coldly.
Zhang Qingjiu frowned, "How can you be so angry at such a young age?"
"you!"
"Forget it, for the sake of five taels of silver, I won't argue with you as a little kid." Zhang Qingjiu waved his hand magnanimously, "I just want to ask you, you are only fourteen years old and your marriage has not been decided yet.
, Yunying is not married, where did she get her husband?"
As soon as these words came out, the woman's body suddenly froze in place, and her eyes under the veil widened.
Seeing that she didn't come back to her senses for a long time, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but sneered and poured himself another cup of tea, "I'll drink you another five taels of silver. If you still want to deduce, I will wait for you for half a stick of incense."
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The woman took a deep breath and rushed out of Ting Xuexuan's door without saying anything else, "Wait for me!"
After taking two steps, he turned back and closed the door behind him, "You must wait for me!"
Zhang Qing's throat was moistened with wine, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly. She sat in these four elegant seats in spring, with flowers in autumn, moonlight in summer, cool breeze in winter, and snow in winter. She had sat in them all in less than a month.
I just don’t know when I will be able to get her soul back and usher in this "good time in the world with no worries"!
With a faint sigh, Zhang Qingjiu had just finished drinking the tea in his cup when he heard a movement outside the door.
"Where did your kid go? I asked my mother to come to Zhaixinglou to take you to have snacks, but she disappeared for a long time. My mother thought something had happened to you and was about to go back home to find you..."
"I'm fine. I just came out to have fun. Mom, come with me."
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The sound came from far to near, the door opened, and two figures at the door came into Zhang Qingjiu's eyes.
When she saw that Zhang Qingjiu was still in the room, the pretty woman in a light blue gauze skirt visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
The woman next to her, who was wearing a dignified dark blue embossed skirt, had a flash of doubt in her eyes, and then became a little more nervous. She took the hand of the girl next to her: "Who is this?
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Today, Zhang Qingjiu has put on the clothes that Murong Chunlai found for her that day. Her black hair is only held up by a white jade hairpin. She has no assets but has a perfect temperament. She is fresh and handsome.
"Mom, this is the master that Aunt Ningxue told me about. I specially invited her here today just to help us see how long my father will be obsessed with that vixen." The woman grabbed the side.
The woman's hand, this matter obviously made her very dissatisfied, and there was a bit of anger in her words.
"What nonsense are you kidding?" The woman's expression suddenly changed, and she grabbed the girl to stop her from talking any more. At the same time, she glanced at Zhang Qingjiu warily.
The girl took the woman's hand and told her what Zhang Qingjiu had just said to her and what she had done. The woman's eyes widened when she heard it, but her tone was still a little hesitant: "How can such a thing be good?
He took it out and said..."
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Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows and watched the mother and daughter quarreling at the door for a long time without coming in. He rubbed his temples and stood up, "Does it count? It doesn't count. I'm leaving."
"Forget it!" The quarrel stopped abruptly, and the mother and daughter replied in unison.
Zhang Qingjiu nodded, "Come on then."
It would have been fine if it had been like this earlier. Why are you being pretentious? It will give her a headache.