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A Hangzhou city is divided into three, six, nine and so on, if the Tsing Yi Alley is rich and not conspicuous, then Yutoufang is the most filthy place in the ten miles of Suzhou and Hangzhou. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info down-and-out literati, low-level small traders, and gang members dressed in short shirts, with complex backgrounds, messy, and ninth-rate idlers. They are all crammed into this dirty and complex neighborhood, and at the same time, it also hides the unspeakable secrets behind some of the rich and noble families in Hangzhou.

Fish Head is a place where some kidnappers who do bulk goods kill people, and behind the dim oil lamps are a pair of gloomy eyes, and they will choose to use the dirty alley as their foothold. It is inconvenient for the rich and noble to do certain things, they are just dogs who spend money to be pawns.

Here, the richly dressed children of rich families will always become the target of public criticism, especially some unruly habitual thieves are always blind, aiming at some young scholars who seem to have extraordinary bearing and fearlessness.

People are poor, short-sighted, and they don't want to think about what kind of nobles dare to walk on this street.

There was a click, and the screams of broken bones echoed through the streets. But it only attracts the attention of some people, and others have long been familiar with this kind of thing. Some of the lessons learned may be in exchange for blood or even life. A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy wanted to walk along with the money bag that Qin Shaoyou was hanging on his waist, but he was grabbed by the middle-aged man standing behind him, his five fingers were like hooks, and with a little force, the whole shoulder was instantly dislocated.

The young man who fell to the ground and screamed heart-rending did not forget to curse your son, anyway, Qin Shaoyou didn't care about the life or death of the slut. He nodded, and the middle-aged man behind him kicked him in the stomach fiercely, stopped scolding and shouting in an instant, and lay motionless on the ground.

"Uncle Ning, he won't die, will he?"

Qin Shaoyou couldn't help but be a little worried when he saw him fall to the ground silently. If you die by your side, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of the relationship.

"No, young master, I have mastered the proportions, and I can't die if I faint. However, his hand may not be so lucky, it is a little heavier, it may break bones, and if it is not healed in time, it can only be scrapped. ”

Qin Shaoyou nodded, walked forward without care, and walked towards the wine shop at the end of the street.

The signboard of Jufu Building looms in the shadows where the sun does not shine.

What is waiting here is often some characters who can't be on the stage in secret, killing people and goods, doing dirty work, as long as they can afford to pay money, they dare to do things that lose their heads. It is said that the owner of this restaurant was originally a big man who specialized in running the black market, and he had a strong relationship with most of the big people in the two Zhejiang Mansions. Those who can take root and sprout in such a place are by no means idle.

Stepping into Jufu Building, even a wealthy and noble family like Qin Shaoyou has to act according to the rules, not allowed to take credit, not to use a knife, not to kill people. Whoever commits these three will not be able to eat and walk around. The rich and noble families spend money and silver to eliminate disasters, and the ruffians who have no money to do dirty work take their lives to pay back.

As soon as he entered the Jufu Building, Qin Shaoyou's identity as a wealthy family attracted the attention of most people, and Uncle Ning beside him touched the knife on his waist with his right hand, his thumb buckled on the scabbard, pushed out an inch, and retracted into the sheath. has been rubbing the idea of "warning" others not to fight their own young master.

The guy with a little eyesight who can watch the wind and look at the wind retracted his head at a glance, they knew that this person's strength was not bad, at least he had reached the realm of a second-grade master.

No one dares to disobey the rules of the boss behind the scenes of Jufu Building.

The oil lamp illuminated the dim hall, and although there was a tense sense of urgency in the atmosphere, Qin Shaoyou still had the courage to chat with the middle-aged man with a knife beside him.

Qin Shaoyou looked at the guy in this room who exchanged his life for money, and said sarcastically, "Cultivating a soldier with virtue and cultivating the country with purity, when he reached this Dao year, he raised a ghost." ”

Hearing the young master's words, Uncle Ning, who had been in Kongtong Dagang, raised his head, his eyes were a little sad.

He's not a wandering ghost.

Raise a soldier, raise a country, and raise a ghost. This is a sentence passed down by word of mouth among those scholars, before the Qiande Dynasty, the imperial court and temples produced many good talents, and the people who sat in the position of prime minister were basically talents from the world, and there were no vulgar people. After the Chunhua Dynasty Zhaolie Emperor was forbidden with martial arts, and the horses stepped on the rivers and lakes to slaughter the Green Forest Sect of the Southern Jin Dynasty, those people with outstanding martial arts either joined the army and defected to the imperial court, or entered the rich and noble family to become a dog. Zhidao, that is, the most comfortable era for these wealthy people. Enjoying a life of spending money, the dirt in the back is also solved by the martial arts people who are secretly raised, and it is the best way to raise ghosts.

According to the law of the dynasty, it is okay to bring a knife, but if you want to occupy the mountain as the king, you will not go to the court and look for death. Except for the small fish and shrimp that can't be on the table, no one dares to stand up and say what kind of gang they are.

Raising ghosts, that is, the dead soldiers who exchange their lives for money and the guest behind the staff.

Qin Shaoyou's fingers rubbed a few times on the teacup, and finally raised his head.

The man he was waiting for had arrived.

One is tall and one is short, one is strong and one is thin, the tall and strong one has a full face and beard, and his eyes are fierce. The short-shirted dress is like a day worker working on a nearby wharf. And the thin guy who was dressed loosely was a sharp-beaked monkey cheek, with thief eyebrows and rat eyes, his eyes kept turning, and he looked at the rich kid sitting in front of him, intentionally or unintentionally.

The tall man with a fierce face spoke, his voice was like a Hong Zhong, and his momentum overshadowed everyone in an instant, "Damn, is it you little hairy man who is looking for us to do things?" Lao Tzu Song Zhao, this is my brother Yang Ping, except for killing people and setting fires, we don't do anything else, and the rest of the money is easy to discuss. If you don't have any money, get out of here. ”

Qin Shaoyou's expression was flat and he didn't speak, Uncle Ning beside him took a step forward and said, "There is a small courtyard at the mouth of Wenqiao Alley, and there is a blind geisha named Song Wanwan living in it. Although I don't know if this has broken the melon, our young master paid you to break it again. ”

"That's it?"

"That's all."

The short Yang Ping's eyes rolled a few times, and he smiled, "This son-in-law, it's not easy to do such a hurtful thing, if the wind goes away and the people in the government are alarmed, my brothers can't eat and walk around, right?" ”

"Fifty taels."

Qin Shaoyou's eyes showed a fierce light, and when he thought of the shame he had suffered that day, he felt unhappy in his heart. He doesn't care about any gentleman's loyalty, filial piety, benevolence, etiquette, wisdom, and faith, and he doesn't care about any messy things, and after years of intrigue and intrigue, he has cultivated his character of retribution, since Huang Yinjian said that Chen Zhongqing is temporarily immovable, then he will move the girl who was present at the time.

A geisha, dead is dead.

Qin Shaoyou opened his mouth, his voice gloomy, "The down payment is thirty taels of silver, and after the matter is completed, the final payment of twenty taels will be paid together." I want you to use sweat medicine to stun her afterwards and throw her naked on the road. As for the Qin family on the government's side, you will not be imprisoned, and you will still get away with it. If something happens to you, our Qin family will also be dead. ”

Yang Ping half-narrowed his eyes, this kind of ruthless Brother Gongzi seemed to have a very good appetite for him, and said with a smile, "Okay, just do what Gongzi says, I don't know when we want to do it?" ”

"In the middle of next month, Hangzhou City will hold a poetry meeting for the Dragon Boat Festival, and you will do it that night."

Qin Shaoyou was very proud of his pranks, even if Chen Zhongqing knew about these things, he was helpless. After all, it wasn't the Qin family who did it themselves, and an inconsequential geisha would die if he died.

He recalled that three years ago in the Hangzhou Fireworks Building, a general on Liangzhejiang Road forcibly broke the thirteen-year-old geisha, and no one present dared to step forward to stop it. Since that incident, Qin Shaoyou has understood one thing, three sects and nine streams, the lives of these geisha are no more than a pot of wine on the Fengyue Field.

"Oh yes, there's one more thing I don't need to say, right? This matter can only be known by a few people present, if anyone talks too much. ”

His eyes were fixed on the cunning Yang Ping, and Uncle Ning behind him had a long knife hanging from his waist an inch out of its sheath, flickering under the oil lamp.

The two who were doing the dirty work also slowly restrained their smiles. Uncle Ning opened his mouth and said, "In the Xia Dong Dagang Ning Halberd, I hope that the two of you will not hesitate to give advice." ”

Song Zhao frowned, and the green tendons on his fists bulged, wanting to teach this guy a lesson. But he was stopped by Yang Ping, he smiled and said, "That's, that's, don't worry, no one will say a word." ”

Until Qin Shaoyou went out of the door. The smile on his face slowly subsided, and it was replaced by a cold and snake-like expression.

"Why didn't you let me do it?"

"Do you want us both to die here?" Yang Ping glanced at the strong but simple-minded big man beside him with disdain, and sighed, "That Ning Changji, more than twenty years ago, he was a famous person in Liangzhejiang and Liangguang, and it was even rumored that he was already a master close to a first-grade martial artist. If it weren't for Emperor Zhaolie's army to level the rivers and lakes, maybe he would still be killing people now. With the skills of the two of us, can we take him down? ”

Song Zhao, who came to his senses, patted his head and said angrily, "It seems that this ghost raised by the Qin family is not simple." ”

At the same time, Qin Shaoyou, who had left the Jufu Building, whispered to Ning Changji behind him, "Uncle Ning." ”

Ning Changji opened his eyes, revealing a lunar expression, "Young Master, what do you command?" ”

"When it's done, you kill those two people and do it cleanly. Don't let my dad know about it. ”

Qin Shaoyou said lightly, although he was arrogant, he could still see the relationship at the critical moment. People who know too many secrets of the Qin family should die.

"Don't worry, young master, I know how to do it."

Before leaving, he glanced back at the plaque of this Jufu Building, and a strange thought suddenly popped up in his head.

Jufu?

A blessing in disguise?