"Ah, Childe, Childe, you're here, you're coming,"

For a frequent visitor like Uncle Chen, Hu Yueqing, the proprietress of Qinhuaihe, did not refuse to come, "It's been a few days, and the girls upstairs have been talking about it many times." ”

Hu Yueqing is a middle-aged woman, with a pleasant fragrance under heavy makeup.

However, Uncle Chen snorted and pushed away Hu Yueqing's arm.

Uncle Chen's public identity is the second shopkeeper of a pharmacy here. The so-called second shopkeeper, to put it bluntly, is an idle errand.

Only then will they have time to do business.

Hu Yueqing saw that Uncle Chen was not happy with him, and he was stupid in his heart.

At this time, Uncle Chen suddenly remembered something and said with a smile: "Boss, is it good to borrow your phone for a while?" ”

"Ahhh Come on, come to my room, come to my room and fight. ”

Uncle Chen frowned and followed Hu Yueqing to an elegant room.

Hu Yueqing posted it again: "Childe, look at people's lipsticks today, but they are imported from Paris, France." ”

"No need," Uncle Chen glared at the other party coldly, "Boss, please go out first, I want to make a call to my pharmacy." ”

"Okay." Hu Yueqing touched his nose again, and then left stupidly.

"Hey." Uncle Chen called Xu Qiang's residence directly, and the person who answered the phone was a delicate woman, "Tell you the man, that Changshan person, I wrote it down." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Xu Qiang to rush out to answer the phone, he hung up with a snap.

Although Uncle Chen was noticed by Zhao Zilong, he also discovered the other party.

It turned out that Uncle Chen's call was real, and the more ingenious arrangement was still to come, and he had quietly jumped out from behind the window of the proprietress Hu Yueqing.

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Uncle Chen quietly came to a secluded place. Although I saw Zhao Zilong just now, I still have to confirm his situation now.

Since the other party can tease Xu Qiang, it at least shows that he must not be an idle person.

This is another wonderful place on the Qinhuai River.

Right now, there's that kind of humming and chirping that makes people think about it.

A man hummed a small song, humming as if it was a Huangmei opera in Jiangnan. It seems that this man is in a good mood tonight.

Uncle Chen snorted and said in his heart: "The national disaster is at the head, and I still have the heart to get this." But on second thought, I really couldn't swallow this breath.

He is one of the four King Kongs of the military command, and he is also known as the number one killer of the military command, and his mind is very calm. However, today doesn't seem to be an auspicious day for him, and he's in a very bad mood.

With a casual flick of his fingers, a stone the size of a garlic head had already been used, and with a flick, the window that made the Huangmei Opera made a slight crack.

When I looked closer, the glass window already showed a hole the size of a garlic head.

The woman inside was the first to exclaim: "Ah, come on, someone, someone, someone peek." ”

Then came the man's shouting: "Damn, what's your name, you bitch, you're afraid of someone looking at it?" Tell you, labor and management came to pack your night today, and I am afraid that no one will come to call. ”

Uncle Chen smiled coldly and left quickly.

This secluded alley is only sixty or seventy meters long. Uncle Chen was only a few Ling Bo microsteps, and he had already come to the end of the alley.

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Outside the alley, Zhao Zilong was obviously no longer fiddling with his beloved rock sugar gourd. He is now sitting in a rare teahouse in Qinhuai River, drinking tea.

The tea drunk is not the best Longjing, Biluochun, but the most affordable northern gaiwan tea nowadays.

The tea is classic in color and has a few tea leaves scattered on it. The tea is accompanied by two tea eggs and a few pieces of scallion pancakes from the north.

It stands to reason that such a thing was not enough for a young and strong Assassin like him. But that's how he dresses up at this time.

Because of the combination of top hat and long shirt, he was most likely not considered a visitor from outside the province, but a merchant who walked back and forth in the province.

Hui merchants have been famous since ancient times, and most of them sell some rice paper, lake pens and inkstones and other four treasures of the study.

In Zhao Zilong's hands, there is nothing else, but only a pair of fine paper fans. On top of the paper fan, a monk is standing leisurely, and he is walking away.

Zhao Zilong tasted the pleasant aroma of tea eggs, and suddenly made a gesture to the shopkeeper who was running the hall. The other party immediately ran over: "Guest officer, what are your orders?" ”

"Bring the garlic from the north," Zhao Zilong said softly, his voice extremely gentle. To outsiders, this sounds like a gentle son of a rich family.

"Guest, your garlic has arrived." After a spin, a small plate of minced garlic has been quietly served. Zhao Zilong scooped up the tea eggs and continued to enjoy his earthly delicacies slowly.

Since he went to Nanjing, he has not enjoyed it so much.

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Uncle Chen appeared silently at the door of the teahouse. In order to find out the news, he went to the rock sugar gourd at the door.

The man who sells rock sugar gourds is an old man, and his coarse cloth dress makes people realize that he is an old farmer, a shrewd and well-connected old farmer.

The deep nasolabial folds on his forehead indicate that he is a responsible man with an old man and a wife in the middle.

"This uncle, why don't you have a bunch of them?" The old man asked softly to Uncle Chen, who was approaching.

Uncle Chen's attention has completely gone to Zhao Zilong. The latter revealed to him, and now a silhouette with a slim figure.

"Okay, the one with an apple underneath the bunch," Uncle Chen replied, handing out a copper plate.

"Okay," the old man immediately became happy when he saw the success of the sales. You know, such a copper plate is enough for them to eat all day.

"Alright." The old man handed over the rock sugar gourd, and Uncle Chen reached out to take it without looking at it. "Also, this is looking for you."

Uncle Chen took the rock sugar gourd, but he was noncommittal about the change recovered. The old man naturally offered it sincerely, and his hand was still stretched out there, never retracted.

For a moment, the two people were deadlocked there.

Uncle Chen was eating rock sugar gourd, while continuing to observe Zhao Zilong's words and deeds in the distance with the corner of his eye.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is just a cold young master, showing off in front of an old man.

The old man's hand stretched out for a few seconds, and when he saw that there was no response, he smiled and sighed, and said, "The old man thanked him." So he put the two pennies in his sleeve pocket.

Although everyone now has a bright pocket placed outside, the old man still prefers to believe in the safety of the pocket inside the sleeve.

It took Uncle Chen less than three minutes to eat the hawthorn on the skewers. Now, all that's left is an egg-sized rock sugar gourd made of green apples.

He didn't even look back, and threw it at the back of Zhao Zilong, who was still leisurely enjoying the delicious food in the world.

(End of chapter)