This Confucian person is named Sima Da, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called Mr. Sima or Mr. Big.

The latter title is rarely used, because big characters are easy to cause disputes, and no one dares to call this big character easily. Therefore, people who know him generally call him Mr. Sima.

The person who looks like an old Confucian is called Xie Sanye, and the name he reported is Xie San, and few people know his real name.

These two people are now the highest kung fu on this floor of the restaurant, so they have the absolute right to speak.

The Jiao Hat, who looked a bit like Wu Erye, didn't even find out when these two people came in, so he almost made a joke, and wanted to draw a knife to face each other, but fortunately, he was interested and immediately confessed, and the two of them were not embarrassed for him, after all, they didn't come today to fight bravely, but for the legendary treasure map.

Hearing Sima Da's words, everyone was stunned.

What is the rhythm of this? When did Mr. Sima speak so well?

In fact, when they saw Sima Da and Xie San, everyone knew that there was no play, if the competition was also between these two people, others were not qualified to participate in this competition at all, and the situation was already clear.

However, unexpectedly, Sima Da said a puzzling sentence: everyone has an equal opportunity to buy a treasure map. It's really strange, how did Sima Da become so gentle? And Xie San did not raise any objections.

It stands to reason that if the battle occurs between Sima Da and Xie San, the probability is one in two, and now that everyone on this floor of the restaurant has an equal chance, the probability will become one in tenth.

Everyone understands this truth, why did Mr. Sima do the opposite, abandon the high probability, and pursue the small probability?

A few smart people immediately guessed the thoughts of Mr. Sima and Xie San, who wanted to avoid each other and relieve the pressure caused by their opponents.

The others seemed to have a chance, but in fact, when they got the note with the real seller's information and location, they couldn't escape the means of these two people, but if these two people drew the note, the other one would accept his fate.

Xie San obviously didn't want to be an enemy of Mr. Sima, so he naturally agreed to this method, which was tantamount to the two secretly reaching an agreement.

Everyone gradually figured out that these two people were simply pretending to be generous, and the note would definitely fall into their hands in the end, whether it was touched or snatched, and the others were just passers-by A who came to cooperate with the acting.

"It's still here tomorrow morning, it's still these people, and if anyone doesn't come, I'll visit him." Xie San looked at the crowd, said coldly, and coughed twice after speaking, as if he was lacking in qi.

Everyone smiled bitterly, it's over, everyone is on the blacklist of these two people, and they can't hide if they want to.

I don't know if there will be any demon moths tomorrow, no matter what the outcome is, it's just no good thing anyway.

Quan Erye didn't care what they thought, no matter what they thought, he didn't have this interest, what he wanted was to get out quickly.

He clasped his fists around and waved in all directions, and said with a smile: "Everyone, take the next step first, and meet here on time tomorrow morning." ”

Xie San sneered, "You'd better show up on time, otherwise you know what will happen." ”

Quan Er was furious in his heart: Is Nima's use to scare Lao Tzu? Isn't Lao Tzu just unable to beat you? Why didn't you show it when you were besieging the Chincha Office in the first place, one by one like a turtle with a shrunken head.

Almost all of these people had wandered outside the Qincha Office, and only Xie San and Sima Da went in to try the water twice, and finally had to withdraw.

Quan Er walked out, then sat down in a teahouse on the corner, asked for a pot of tea, and drank it slowly.

After a long time, Zhao Banxian Shi Shiran walked in, still holding a cane in his hand.

His lameness was not serious, and he didn't need crutches, but he had to learn the example of Tie Crutche, and walked around with a cane every day.

"Are they all scattered?" Jeonji asked.

"It's scattered, but it was only after Sima and Xie San left, that these people dared to disperse." Zhao Banxian sat opposite Quan Er, and unceremoniously picked up the tea that Quan Er had poured for himself and drank it in one sip.

"Poof." He spat it out again.

"I said Second Master, it's true that we haven't made much money these days, but we haven't lost anything, right? How to drink such inferior tea? Zhao Banxian said hypocritically.

Quan Er didn't bother to pay attention to him, waved his hand to call his man, and asked for a pot of good tea, fifty taels of silver and a pound of Longjing.

He just casually ordered a pot of tea and pretended to be, but he was not in the mood to drink tea at all, and he didn't taste it.

The half-immortal is now raised by him to be so bad that he can't do it, the wine, tea, and food are a little wrong, and he will spit it out on the spot, and then shout, as if he has been abused, completely forgetting the virtue of not drinking tea at all when he was setting up a stall on the street.

"What do you think?" Jeonji asked.

"How's that? You mean this tea, it's good, it's delicious, it's really delicious. I will take two taels of tea back and drink it slowly. Zhao Banxian was stunned and said.

"What, of course this tea is delicious, can the Longjing of fifty taels of silver be not delicious? As for taking two or two back, don't think about it, you can drink as much tea as you want here, and tea is not for sale. "All two.

"And this said, master, I gave him a hundred taels of silver to buy a catty, don't you believe that he won't sell?"

"Don't say a hundred taels of silver, even a thousand taels of silver is useless, people point to the storefront in this town, not use it to make money, understand?!" Quan Erqi said.

"Oh." Zhao Banxian sighed and forgot it, he was originally talking about fun, if he really sold it to him, he probably wouldn't buy it, but he just wanted to take the opportunity to rub all the oil.

"Why do you say there are so many rules in this Datong city, there are drinks that are resolutely not taken out, and here are tea that are resolutely not taken out, what else is not taken out?" Zhao Banxian babbled.

"I'm telling you seriously, what are you talking about the rules of tea and wine?" Quan Er was angry with him.

"Hehe, I'm not kidding you. What tricks can those two people play, it's okay, the second master will put his heart in his stomach. "Zhao Banxian is deliberately angry with him, the two of them are always together, so they can naturally find a lot of ways to amuse.

"What the hell did Mr. Sima and Xie San do, I always feel that something is wrong." Quan Er's heart was inappropriate, so he remembered to ask Zhao Banxian.

"You don't want me to make another trigram, do you?" The half-immortal shuddered with fright.

Quan Er caught him, and finally there was a special fortune teller, so let him make a hexagram if he had nothing to do, and let him tell the hexagram if he couldn't find his clothes.

Zhao Banxian was helpless about Quan Er's behavior, but he couldn't refuse, who let himself be raised by others. For him, of course, it is not difficult to make a hexagram, but it is very laborious to interpret, and it will kill a lot of brain cells.

However, all the two asked him to calculate some losses or risks in business, unlike the national teacher invited by the emperor, who calculated major events involving the rules of heaven, and he was attacked at every turn, vomiting blood, and losing his life.

"You don't need to tell the fortunes, just tell me how you feel when you observe them." All two.

"Well, there must be something in this matter, there is no doubt about it, but the specific situation will not be known until tomorrow, and there is no way to guess now. Even the calculations can't figure out what they are thinking, it's beyond my domain. Zhao Banxian Zhenzhen said.

You have a bullshit field, a pig with a green onion in his nose, he really knows how to pretend to be an elephant! Quan Er scolded secretly in his heart.

"What the second master wants to know most is whether there is a risk, right? I secretly calculated this, there are risks, but the rewards are also amazing, isn't there a saying that says: if you don't experience wind and rain, you won't see a rainbow. Zhao Banxian twisted his fingers and said.

Quan Er almost vomited, what kind of words are these, does it have a copper plate to do with this matter now?

"How big is the risk, specifically?" Jeonji asked.

"It's hard to say, anyway, it's not too risky." Zhao Banxian drank tea, ate a few refreshments on the table, and said vaguely.

If you say this, you don't say it.

But Quan Er still put his mind at ease, there is a half-immortal check, which is equivalent to a safety valve, and when there is a real danger, the half-immortal will call the police, and they are now grasshoppers tied to a rope.

"Yahe, you're going to enjoy it."

At this moment, Zhuo Maolin and Xiaojun walked in.

"I came in smelling the fragrance of tea, this is the West Lake Shifeng Longjing, right?" Zhuo Maolin couldn't help but say, so he squeezed Quan Er aside, took a clean tea cup by himself, poured one and drank it.

"Well, it's indeed an authentic Shifeng Longjing, this teahouse is really good, you can get an authentic Shifeng Longjing." Zhuo Maolin couldn't help but be impressed by this teahouse that didn't look very good.

"Fifty taels of silver a catty, can you still buy it?" Quan Er was squeezed off the bench by Zhuo Maolin, and had to move aggrievedly to sit next to the half-immortal.

"You can buy it for money? I'll give you five thousand taels of silver, and you can buy me ten pounds to taste. Zhuo Maolin Road.

"Ten pounds? You think it's buying Chinese cabbage and picking eggplants on the street. This is the Shifeng Longjing, and only the tea picked on one tea tree on the West Lake Shifeng is the authentic Shifeng Longjing, and the tea picked on other tea trees can only be called West Lake Longjing. Jeonji shouted.

When it comes to Longjing tea, naturally no one has his expertise, his family has a few Longjing tea trees from West Lake all the year round, and at the end of the year, he spends money to wrap the tea trees, and picks them when the tea comes down, no matter how much it is anyway.

The whole family is a wealthy businessman in Hangzhou, but Shifeng Longjing can't often buy it, sometimes you can buy half a catty a year and burn high incense, after all, this thing is to pay tribute to the emperor, but also to supply the governor Yamen, local prefectures and counties, all the uncles have to share a little, and the rest will flow out a little.

I don't know what the relationship between this teahouse is, but it can actually get the authentic Shifeng Longjing, which is really impressive.

Quan Er whispered a retelling of today's incident in the restaurant.

Zhuo Maolin and Xiaojun thought for a while, Zhuo Maolin said with a smile: "Second master rest assured, we will also be nearby tomorrow, if there is really anything, we will take action, and we will never let the second master be in danger." ”

"That's good, these people are like fierce gods, I really don't want to provoke them." Second Master Quan said with a bitter face.