It's not that Zhu Jinglun is not interested in this Macao person, but he doesn't want to take too much initiative and make the other party feel that he can eat himself, just like he is to the fortune teller, obviously he has no choice but to accept the other party, but he wants to show that he is not interested in the other party at all. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Chen Qixin lived with him for a few days, there was no conflict, but there was no intersection, and when I recalled it, I felt that this person was not very concerned about translation work, but was extremely enthusiastic about human relations, so he did not have much memory.

But at this time, Zhu Jinglun suddenly found that this person might be useful to him, for the simple reason that he was a French translator.

Zhu Jinglun has been serving the British, so he has less contact with the French, but Chen Qixin has been working as a translator for the French. Now in the comparison of forces in the city, the British seem to be stronger than the French, with thousands of troops, but most of them are Indian soldiers, so if there is a real war, the French may be more resolute in their will to fight.

I don't know how much influence Chen Qixin has on the French, if he can have Zhu Jinglun's influence on the side of the British, although it is not big, it is enough, as long as it can affect the other party's decision at the critical moment.

For three days, Zhu Jinglun did not go to Chen Qixin, and Chen Qixin did not come to Zhu Jinglun.

Zhu Jinglun was not in a hurry, he continued to handle his plan safely, and after getting off work on the third day, he went out again, this time he didn't have to think about Pa Xiali's whereabouts, he didn't have to wait in the teahouse at the city gate, and walked straight out of the city.

From Panyu County Ya opposite the Panyu straight street to the south, out of the small south gate, continue to walk to the Yongxing gate, to the front of the Red Temple, turn west through two streets, to the Yuexiang Building.

Zhu Jinglun didn't enter the building, because there was a person waiting for him, waiting for him in the middle of the street, which was the place where they were separated that day, Zhu Jinglun told him that he would come here to find him in three days, so he was waiting here.

His name is Fang Shan.

Fang Shan is a Mr. Yin and Yang, and he is also a Touching Gold Captain, he claims to be a Taoist, he has really practiced in a Taoist temple, but there is no Taoist priest.

For Fang Shan, being a Taoist priest is just a means of survival, just like a farmer farming and a merchant doing business. Because his family had an uncle who was a Taoist priest, he naturally became a Taoist priest.

But it was just a hill, a small temple, and there was not much incense, and they lived by planting a few acres of land, but in the troubled times, thieves were rampant, and a group of strongmen went up the mountain, occupied their temple, and seized their temple property, and his uncle had to go down the mountain with him to beg for a living.

The countryside is already in ruins, and the relatives who can rely on are gone, and they have lived in the rivers and lakes, and they have been doing business with no conscience for several years. Relying on the mountain to eat the mountain, the mountain is down, the art is still there, you can only eat the craft, the Taoist priest also has the craft, looking at the appearance, fortune telling, and looking at feng shui are all housekeeping skills. Therefore, their craft is to find the dragon's lair, find the treasure of feng shui, this is a troubled time, the day is not safe, when there is no way, they also use their craft to find some ancient tombs, the taboo of the monks is less, they are not afraid of bad luck, and every time they will give people a good time, less psychological burden.

It's a pity that his uncle is a pedantic man, and he will only borrow food from the dead when he is hungry, otherwise Fang Shan would not be embarrassed like this. Later, his uncle died, Fang Shan was just a half-hanger, he found the tomb several times by himself, but failed, and was almost beaten to death, and ate prison food for a while, but fortunately, the thieves broke the city, and he was able to survive.

After that, he no longer wandered in the mountains and wilderness, and came to the city of Guangzhou, telling fortunes and measuring words for a living, but he still lived a bleak life.

He didn't want to go on like this, he had seen too many sentient beings, he had seen abandoned corpses that had been eaten by wild dogs and jackals in the mountains, and he had also seen nobles who were still dressed in fine clothes and jade fur after death, and they were extremely luxurious. He didn't believe that all this was innate, and that human life was determined by heaven, and his uncle believed it, but he didn't believe it, so he was half-witted.

But as a wild Taoist, he really didn't know how to change all this, fortune telling, word measurement, and when he was lucky, he would eat at most a full meal, often without three meals, and when he saw Zhu Jinglun that day, he hadn't eaten a meal for two days. Even the night before, he went to pick up the garbage behind the restaurant, first being bitten by a wild dog, and then beaten by a few beggars.

The next day, Zhu Jinglun gave him a full meal, he was very full, but his heart was very bitter.

So the next day he found Zhu Jinglun, and he wanted to follow Zhu Jinglun because he wanted to eat well.

Fang Shan was waiting here early in the morning, he didn't know when Zhu Jinglun would come, although he knew that every time Zhu Jinglun came in the afternoon and left before closing the city gate, he really didn't want to miss it. So he waited here for a day.

The face was slightly cold, there was a slight drizzle in the sky, it had been raining for a while, this rain made Fang Shan a little worried, worried that Zhu Jinglun would miss the appointment, and finally saw the figure coming slowly, Fang Shan had no reason to feel a grievance in his heart, and he almost wanted to cry!

"Childe!"

He pushed it all the way.

"Sir is a man of trust!"

Zhu Jinglun stepped forward with a smile and helped Mr. Word Measurement who bowed to the end to help him up.

"Childe is also a trustworthy person."

Fang Shan said respectfully.

Zhu Jinglun said: "Let's go, let's avoid the rain first." Sir, do you still want to go to Yuexiang Building? ”

Fang Shan shook his head: "Just on the side." ”

The two of them came to the eaves next to them, and the moon outside was getting bigger and bigger, and this kind of rain often fell for a long time.

The cool air in the air soaks into the heart and lungs, which is actually quite comfortable on this August day.

"How many years has Mr. been in Guangzhou?"

Zhu Jinglun flicked his sleeves and asked casually.

Fang Shan said: "The Hong soldiers besieged the city that year. ”

Hong Bing is not Hong Xiuquan's soldiers and horses, but the Hongmen Uprising in Guangzhou.

Zhu Jinglun said: "That's been four or five years." Why should you follow me, sir? ”

Fang Shan said: "I see that the son has wealth and nobility, and he will not be poor with you." ”

Wealth?

Zhu Jinglun laughed, he didn't know if he had it, but in his professional career, he had developed a calm and unhurried bearing.

Zhu Jinglun said: "Are people outside the square also afraid of poverty? ”

Fang Shan sneered: "It's that people are afraid of poverty. ”

Zhu Jinglun said: "Okay! I can keep you rich, what can you give me? ”

Fang Shan looked at Zhu Jinglun's eyes, and said very seriously and persistently: "My life." ”

The poor have only their lives, and only their lives can be exchanged.

Zhu Jinglun shook his head.

"I don't want your life, I just want this!"

After speaking, he pointed to Fang Shan's chest, he wanted his heart, a loyalty.