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Su Ji Garment Shop has recruited a total of sixteen masters, all of whom were evaluated and hired by the store manager Zhao Da. Of course, not all of these sixteen masters are known to the store manager Zhao. For example, one of the store's masters is Liu Dacheng.
A tailor named Qin Dalang introduced by the foreman was hired because of his superb skills.
This Qin Dalang claimed that he lived in Wuhu City and was alone with no family. He just happened to be recruiting a master craftsman at Su Ji Garment Shop, and his generous salary of five yuan per month made the tailors who knew about it flock to him.
Qin Dalang was an old friend of Liu Dacheng, the foreman of the store. Although he hadn't seen each other for several years, the reunion of old friends was particularly close. When Qin Dalang mentioned this, Liu Dacheng immediately introduced him to shopkeeper Zhao Dacheng; with this relationship, plus
Dalang Shangqin was good at his craftsmanship, so he was hired immediately.
On the night of the seventh day of May, that is, the night when Su Jin got a big scar on his head, two mysterious men came to the small inn where Qin Dalang rented. Qin Dalang was in the room eating a small dish of fried peanuts and a piece of oil.
The small plate of beef with soy sauce was delicious and I drank some wine. When the door opened, two burly men came in uninvited.
"Who are you? Why are you breaking into other people's bedrooms? Waiter, waiter." Qin Dalang scolded sternly and at the same time called the waiter loudly.
A big man pointed his finger to his mouth and made a silencing gesture. At the same time, he seemed to inadvertently lift the skirt of his clothes, and a gleaming bone-cutting knife about a foot long was exposed. Qin Dalang was so frightened that he woke up and quickly stretched out his hand to cover his head.
Keep your mouth shut.
The person who comes here is definitely not a good person. How can I, who is used to scissors and needlework, challenge this person with a boning knife? A good man will not suffer the immediate disadvantages.
The waiter rushed over after hearing the sound, leaned in and said, "Sir, what are your orders for me?"
Qin Dalang looked at the two big men, and then at the outline of the sharp knives on their waists. He finally gave up other thoughts and said in a trembling voice: "Bring me a pot of tea. I have two friends visiting."
The waiter agreed repeatedly, and after a while Pi Pianpidian came in with a pot of hot tea, put it on the table, closed the door and went out.
Qin Dalang looked at the two people in front of him and said with a smile: "Did you two heroes find the wrong person? I, Qin Dalang, am penniless, homeless, and have no enemies. A hero..."
A big man with a scar face sat down on a stool, stretched out his hand to interrupt Qin Dalang's words, and winked at another big man. The man walked to the door and listened for a while, then suddenly opened the door suddenly.
When there was no one there, he looked around and closed the door again.
"This is..." Qin Dalang's calf began to twist, looking at what he was going to do with this posture.
"Hero, spare your life!" Qin Dalang finally couldn't resist the strong fear in his heart, and suddenly fell to the ground, kowtowing like garlic.
"Your name is Qin Dalang?" The scar-faced man finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, making his hair stand on end.
"The young one is Qin Dalang. Just tell me what you have to say, but please spare my life." Qin Dalang's face turned pale and he trembled.
"Get up and talk. As long as you obey me, it won't hurt your life."
Qin Dalang got up and stood aside with his waist hunched over. The scar-faced man reached out and took out a cloth bag from his arms. It was heavy and seemed to contain something yellow and white. He threw it on the table and said: "Here are fifty taels of silver pattern.
It's a deposit for us to ask you to do something, and we will give you one hundred taels after the work is completed. This money is enough for you to marry a wife and settle down anywhere, and then open a tailor shop."
Qin Dalang was shocked and said: "No, no, no, good men, don't joke with villains. I dare not take your money in vain."
The scar-faced man laughed like a night owl: "Don't even think about taking it for free. If you take our money, you will naturally do things for me. There is no free money in the world."
Qin Dalang hesitated and said: "This...little man has no power and only relies on tailoring skills to make a living. He is useless except for this. How can he help these good men?"
The scar-faced man said: "Don't belittle yourself. You just came to Luzhou recently, right? Where can you make a living?"
"Hui Hao Hanhua, after being introduced by a friend, I joined Su Ji Garment Shop as a master chef."
"Very good, this is where your value lies. What you have to do is very simple. Stay well in Su Ji's clothing store, pay attention to Su Ji's business operations, and reveal Su Ji's clothing styles to me in advance. The key is
When the situation arises, we must add fuel to the flames within Su Ji."
Qin Dalang was dumbfounded. He wanted to be someone else's undercover, lurking inside Su Ji to report the news. If this kind of thing was leaked, it would be despised by the world. If Su Ji didn't pursue it, it would be fine. If he did, he would be beaten to death.
"Good man...this thing...a villain can't do it." Qin Dalang was not stupid enough to agree to this matter. Originally, he was an honest and responsible person, and such things as undercover betrayal had never occurred to him.
, this time someone directly challenged the moral bottom line, so he naturally resisted.
"Are you saying you would rather die than do anything?" The scar-faced man said calmly, without any emotion in his voice, but Qin Dalang clearly felt a chill gradually covering his body.
"Let's make it clear. There are many people we can choose. You are the luckiest one. If you don't know how to praise me, a cold corpse will appear in this guest room of this inn tomorrow morning. Who is this corpse?
?You can guess it without me telling you."
Qin Dalang collapsed on the ground, his face was pale, beads of sweat rolled down his face, his lips were trembling, and he was speechless for a long time.
The two men looked at Qin Dalang, who looked like a coward, with disdain in their eyes. The scar-faced man tried his best to use a gentle voice and said: "In fact, it is easy to make a choice. As long as you agree to help us, the money will be yours. You
Whether you want to use her to drink wine, buy a property, or become a master in a brothel and enjoy the service of young ladies, it's up to you."
Qin Dalang was still hesitating, but another big man standing by couldn't bear it anymore. He lifted up his clothes and pulled out the boning knife and said angrily: "Brother, why are you nagging him? I cut off the pustule of the straight mother with one knife.
We are looking for someone else to take his head."
After saying that, he stretched out his left hand to grab Qin Dalang's collar, and stabbed him straight with the sharp knife in his right hand under the light.
Qin Dalang was horrified and shouted: "Spare your life, spare your life, I just agree."
The man pinned him to the ground and spat: "Damn it, you are a coward and pretend to be a hero. You don't drink the toast but only drink the fine wine. You are really a bitch."
The scar-faced man smiled and said: "Second brother, please go aside and don't scare him." After saying that, he cupped his fists and arched his head towards Qin Dalang and said: "Congratulations to Master Qin for making the right choice. This matter is settled now. Don't worry about it either."
Thinking of sneaking away or telling someone, once you do that, no one can save you."
Qin Dalang couldn't say a word and collapsed on the ground gasping for air.
"It's an advantage for you!" With a "click" sound, the money bag was thrown in front of Qin Dalang. The two men stood up and left quickly. Qin Dalang collapsed on the ground. It took him a long time to wake up from the shock. Looking at the money bag in front of him, he seemed to have done something.