Lin Zhi met Wanyan in Qianji Pavilion last time when he was solving a faulty wheelchair in Dongtang. He was so busy these days that he forgot about it.
"She is not my maid." Lin Chu said without changing his expression, "She is the shopkeeper of Qianji Pavilion."
"oh?"
"The construction of the Lingshui Canal and the diversion of water from the west to the east is a big project, which requires a lot of machinery and equipment from the Qianji Pavilion. It is not too much for a big business to be personally taken care of by the Pavilion Master."
Lin Chu felt quite uneasy.
Her words were a little perfunctory, but Lin Zhi was definitely not someone who could be easily perfunctory.
"I see."
When the man turned on his horse, his clothes flew up, and the large white magnolia flowers on the corners of his robe seemed to come to life. Lin Chu was stunned when he saw it. This man today... is so easy to talk to?
"Still not leaving?"
"coming."
"This person is a bit special today. If you have met him once, you'd better forget about him."
"...Hmm?" Lin Chu narrowed his eyes: "If you want to forget, why bother meeting each other?"
"To fulfill your wish."
Lin Chu..., can you speak human language?
She thought about it over and over, but she still couldn't remember when she had a brain twitch and made a wish to see someone.
And...let this great god know about it.
"We're here." Lin Zhi reined in his horse and stopped, looking sideways at Lin Chu.
"Here...?" Lin Chu looked in front of him with a rather complicated mood.
Shanhai Shengshi is the most elegant and high-end entertainment venue among the four countries. It is a supporting industry of Qianji Pavilion. It covers an extremely large area and has complete facilities. It gathers many functions such as restaurants, tiles, gambling houses, and markets. Since its establishment, it has immediately
He became the object of pursuit by the noble and wealthy families of the four countries.
Because of its high consumption power, it once became a symbol of status and wealth among the four countries.
And, the founder behind the famous Shanhaishishi in the mainland is Lin Chu.
Lin Chu looked deeply at Lin Zhi. The man with the fairy-like appearance had a calm and gentle expression, and he was aloof and cold, rejecting others from being thousands of miles away.
"Let's go." Lin Chu said calmly.
Uncle Lin doesn't talk much, even if he wants to test something. As long as she bites him to death and refuses to admit it, that person can't do anything to her.
"Hello Mr. Lin."
As soon as the two of them entered the main hall, they were greeted by well-dressed attendants, who saluted them with a modest and decent smile on their cheeks: "Master Lin, are you still going to Linyuan Pavilion today?"
"Yes." The man's deep voice was like years of mellow wine, bringing out a long and melodious aftertaste: "Have the guests from Linyuan Pavilion arrived?"
"Guest?" The attendant was stunned for a moment, then nodded apologetically: "Master Lin, please wait a moment, I will confirm immediately."
He turned around and went to the counter, took out a bamboo tube from the wall and put it to his lips: "Have the guests from Linyuan Pavilion on the third floor arrived?"
The bamboo tubes on the wall are microphone tubes made by Lin Chu in imitation of the telephones in his previous life. Each bamboo tube leads to each private room in Shanhe Shengshi, allowing the connection between the front lobby and private rooms to be maintained at any time.
Lin Zhi frowned slightly, and his eyes seemed a little impatient. As soon as he leaned forward, he saw the attendant put down the bamboo tube and came closer with a cheerful smile again.
"Master Lin, your guest has moved to Shanhai Pavilion and is now waiting quietly in Shanhai Pavilion. I will take you to Shanhai Pavilion now."
"Shanhai Pavilion?" Lin Zhi's breath was slightly cold, and his narrow phoenix eyes were as light as autumn frost: "I did not arrange it this way."
The man's aura is like a mountain, filled with the cold and murderous bloody aura of the Nine Hells.
His aura made the servant who was born as a common man feel extremely stressed. He even found it difficult to breathe and bent his back involuntarily.
"I'm really sorry about this..."
"I arranged this matter." The woman's cold voice came from the staircase, clear and melodious, neither humble nor arrogant: "If Mr. Lin is dissatisfied, you can tell me.