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Today's Hangzhou businessmen are very lively, overnight, the Hangzhou silk cloth business has balanced the interests of many years of pattern was broken in an instant, the boulder that oppressed the chest of the Qin family was removed, and at the same time, the entire silk business share of the two Zhejiang roads appeared in a vacuum, and then everyone will keep an eye on this piece, swallowing the share of the Qin family, it is equivalent to one step to the sky, becoming the first silk cloth merchant in Hangzhou. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qin Danqing understood the weight of this information, and rushed to the study as soon as possible to report the news to his father Qin Zhengxi, with a vague sense of uneasy anticipation in his heart.

After so many years of swallowing his anger, he finally came out.

The dark door of the study was opened, and the bright and dazzling light suddenly poured in, slanting down from the eaves, illuminating a piece of blue brick on the ground, and the corner of the study was still immersed in darkness, and the silhouette of the figure sitting in the center with his eyes closed could be faintly discerned.

Qin Danqing held up the letter in his hand and spoke before his father could speak, "Qin Dezheng's family died, none of the more than 70 people were spared, his son Qin Shaoyou tried to kidnap Chen Zhongqing and was killed, and his whole family was also slaughtered by outlaws that night because of the uneven distribution of the spoils. ”

"Dad, here's our chance."

Qin Zhengxi's eyes suddenly opened, his hands holding the crutches were trembling, he vaguely remembered what the young man had said to him in the room before, and a chill ran in his heart.

The Chen family did things according to the agreement, and they didn't even have ten days, and Qin Dezheng's family was slaughtered all over the house, and no one was spared. He finally understood what he meant by the fall of the Qin family that day. He almost used the most crisp and neat way to overthrow a big family and break the pattern of business interests in Hangzhou City for many years. All this is done by him, like eating and drinking, sparse and ordinary. And the boy was probably not yet twenty-five years old. His methods and courage have far surpassed those of most of his peers.

Is someone standing behind him and teaching him how to do it?

Such a subtle and well-established set-up doesn't look like a milky hairy boy can be arranged.

Qin Zhengxi coughed suddenly, he covered his mouth, stretched out his hand to refuse his son who stepped forward to help, and instead asked in a very hurried tone, "Everyone must have received this news, what about the movements of the other major families?" Such a big thing happened, these people should all go to Heming Tower, right? The death of a competitor is equivalent to vacating a share of their business, and these old foxes are still not waiting for the opportunity? ”

Qin Danqing nodded and said affirmatively, "Yes, the He family sent an invitation to go to Heming Tower, and several other cloth business families also invited us." Now our Qin family is the largest silk cloth merchant in Hangzhou, and Qin Dezheng is leaving the largest market share, which is naturally swallowed by our Qin family. ”

The man hiding in the darkness raised his head and glanced at his son in front of him. Shaking his head to show his disappointment, he said slowly, "Danqing, this party is not as simple as you imagined, do you really think that the other major families are willing to let go of this big piece of fat?" For our family, this party is a feast, and those happy old foxes will definitely not give up so easily. ”

Qin Danqing was stunned for a moment.

Qin Zhengxi waved his hand, stood up on crutches, and slowly emerged from the darkness. The middle-aged man with a gray beard held a stack of ledgers and handed them to his son.

"Dad, what is this?"

Qin Danqing took the account book and looked at his father a little overwhelmed. The Qin family's account book has always been secret, and what is recorded in it is the most detailed account income of their family, and the core secrets of the Qin family's business operations over the years have been recorded here.

"Forget it, you go to Chen Zhongqing first, this is our family's vote."

"But it's our family ......"

"Listen to me."

Qin Zhengxi abruptly interrupted his son's words, stared at Qin Danqing, and said in a deep voice, "Since the son of Shang Shu's right servant has taken the initiative to cooperate with us, the Qin family should also show a little sincerity, of course, the Qin family is not stupid, this is only half of the account, and I have erased the key part." Presumably, with this account, their Chen family should also be at ease. ”

patted Qin Danqing on the shoulder and said, "Establish a good relationship with this Chen Gongzi and trust them to the blessings of the Qin family, if nothing else, the Qin family will be on the rise in the future and take the lead!" ”

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green.

The sound of the shepherd's flute is melodious, the afterglow of the sunset is sprinkled with the reeds at the water's edge, the snow-white reed flowers are dyed into a golden yellow, the evening breeze blows through the reeds, bending the green poles layer upon layer, and the turquoise ripples spread out towards the depths of the reeds. A shepherd boy riding a buffalo frolicked in front of the pavilion.

The cardinals stood outside the pavilion, wearing a Xiuchun robe around their waists, ready to unsheath their long knives at any time if the situation was not right.

There were only two people sitting in the pavilion, Ye Huangchao and Song Guanzi, looking at each other, and the atmosphere was a little silent. In the end, it was Song Guanzi who spoke first and opened the conversation.

"After this farewell, I'm afraid it will be difficult to see Ye Lao again in the future."

Song Qingzhao took the wine glass and lightly touched the glass of wine in front of Ye Huangchao, the clear wine shook for a moment, and then it was as calm as ever.

There is a smell of wind and water in the wine glass.

"Old fellow, you must come back alive, you have to leave, and no one will drink with me."

Hearing Song Guanzi's disrespectful words, Ye Huangchao was not angry, but laughed heartily, "What? Even Song Guanzi, who has the first layout, will be sentimental? ”

Song Qingzhao shook his head, his sleeves showed his slender ten fingers, pointing to the gorgeous and magnificent sunset, but there was an ancient well in his eyes, "Sable Temple is willing to send someone from the Cardinal Division to escort his entourage all the way, and he also admires Ye Guozhu's generosity in being willing to sacrifice for the people of the world. ”

After that, I drank it down.

Ye Huangchao held the wine glass, smiled and pointed to the powerful cardinal envoy not far away, and said, "Song Guanzi, aren't you afraid that the people of the cardinal department will trouble you when you say this?" ”

"Nine thousand years old is a smart person, he is not one of those civil officials who only know about internal friction, but he doesn't understand that scholars mislead the country."

Song Qingzhao raised his glass to the remnant sun, and whispered, "When I first entered Hangzhou City, I listened to a literati reciting a poem in a restaurant, the first two sentences are from Wei Yingwu's "Jian Luzhi", but the last two sentences make people feel awe-inspired, pouring out the rivers and seas, and giving drinks to the people of the world." Although the rhythm is uneven, the person who can write this magnificent artistic conception has a splendid mind and is unstoppable. If the temple is full of people like this, Song will have no regrets even if he dies. ”

Song Qingzhao turned his head, but Ye Huangchao did not look at himself, but looked at the carriage coming from afar, rushing towards the sunset.

"Song Guanzi."

Ye Huangchao stretched out his wrinkled old hand, pointed to the carriage, and said calmly, "The scholar who wrote that atmospheric and poetic style is now in that carriage." ”

"Oh?"

Song Qingzhao looked surprised.

The verdant grass of the wilderness bent over in the evening breeze, and the waves rolled forward in the distance. The last words of Ye Huangchao were transmitted to the entire wilderness.

"The old man wants to take him to see you today."