"Sure enough, it deserves the name of 'counting dead grass', you can guess it." Qu Yunsong's eyes flashed with appreciation, "How is it?" It's not a bad business, right? ”

"Not good." Qu Feipeng shook his head, "Brother, do you know what kind of person Lin Yiqing is?" ”

"This person is proficient in the Western art of war and is good at using guns, so he can make waves in Japan, but now he is a defeated general, and he is not brave enough." Qu Yunsong pretended to be relaxed and said, "Thousands of miles away like a lost dog returning to his homeland, I heard that he donated millions of taels of silver, but he changed the empty title of a first-class baron, and now he has come to Jiangning, wanting to harm Lord Peng's affairs, thinking that he can't tolerate him at the level of promotion, so he paid a lot of money and asked me to prepare carefully, but in my opinion, this trip will not cost a few dollars, and these two hundred taels of gold are equivalent to taking it for nothing." ”

"Brother, you are a guest at Master Peng, you don't walk so diligently in this Jianghu, and some news is not well-informed." Qu Feipeng sighed and shook his head, "This Lin Yiqing is by no means so easy to deal with, and it is not for nothing that Lord Peng can pay two hundred taels of gold for his life." ”

"Oh? I don't often move around this country, what news do you get about this person? Shall I hear it? Qu Yunsong smiled and asked quietly, although he said it very calmly, Qu Feipeng still heard the faint dissatisfaction in his brother's words.

"I don't have any other sources, a lot of it is from newsprint. My brother is a well-educated Confucian scholar, he doesn't like foreign things, he doesn't like to read this newsprint, and he is blocked by news. Qu Feipeng took another sip of wine and looked at his brother. Said. "You can do what we do. However, the news cannot be blocked, and with this newsprint, whether it is run by our cadres in China or by foreigners, I will take a look at it. ”

"What do you see?" Qu Yunsong also raised his glass, took a sip of wine, and asked.

"First, this Lin Yiqing is the chief instructor of the Satsuma Naval Academy. He has a deep understanding of Western military science and weapons. The students he taught were not all sailors, but also marines, all of whom were extraordinary. Qu Feipeng stretched out a finger.

"Second, although this surnamed Lin is the head of the sect, he is young, but he has a lot of prestige in Japan, Saigo Takamori is the head of the Japanese samurai, and he relies on it very much, the sword skills of the Japanese samurai. My brother and I had been taught that these warriors were willing to obey him. His martial arts can be imagined.

"Third, the rebellion in the south of the Japanese island, which lasted two years, this person must take the lead in every battle, the famous city of Dieke, the front of the army pointed directly at Rijing, the Japanese lord wanted to move the capital to avoid its edge, and then the Russian army arrived, only to turn the crisis into safety. After the defeat of the Xixiang Army, he was able to lead more than 100,000 soldiers and civilians to cross the sea to Ryukyu unscathed, which shows his extraordinary ability. ”

Fourth, the Japanese government offered a reward of 50,000 silver dollars for the conscription of warriors to take his head, and the Russians even offered a reward of 10,000 gold dollars (referring to gold rubles) to take his life. Is there no one or two people in Japan and Russia who dare to die? It's hard to do! ”

Hearing what his younger brother said when he raised his fourth finger in front of him, Qu Yunsong's face gradually changed.

"It turns out that you think that Master Peng's price is less, hum!"

"Brother's words are wrong, junior brother, I don't think Lord Peng has less money, but I feel that it is too difficult for Lord Peng to want this person's life, and my younger brother's ability is limited and he is unable to complete it." Qu Feipeng said, "Brother, you know, when this person was in the Ryukyus, he helped the government to destroy the Changle Gang, and after returning to the country, the Heaven and Earth Society repeatedly moved him, and he also lost his hand, and lost a lot of people, these brothers on the road all know, not that the younger brother is alarmist here!" ”

Hearing Qu Feipeng's answer, Qu Yunsong suddenly changed color.

"The younger brother is afraid that he will miss Master Peng's big event, so he doesn't dare to accept it, and I hope my brother will forgive me! The younger brother still has some things, so he will retire first. Qu Feipeng got up as he spoke, waved his brother with an apologetic face, turned around and disappeared into the darkness. Although he knew his younger brother's kung fu very well as his elder brother, but at this moment just now, the younger brother's figure was fleeting, and he didn't know how he left-it was obvious that his younger brother's kung fu not only did not fall, but improved.

The younger brother who is so good at kung fu openly refused the business he gave him this time, which can be described as the first time in his life, Qu Yunsong couldn't help but be very annoyed, but his many years of life as a guest allowed him to control his emotions well, he quickly calmed down and began to think carefully about what his brother just said.

"Is this man really that powerful?" Qu Yunsong lost his mind and muttered to himself, "If that's the case, I really have to discuss it with Master Peng......

Qu Yunsong thought for a long time before he got up, counted the wine money, and went away. At this time, he would not have thought about what his younger brother had just said to him about the "thing".

In another wine shop, the shopkeeper and Xiao Er were bored guarding the counter, and the only customer in the store was lying on the table, muttering something.

"Wine, little two, three more ......"

Xiao Er poured two taels of the worst white dry, mixed another tael of water, shook it evenly, and folded it in a large bowl. He threw the bowl on the table, ignoring the spill of wine, and turned around to leave. Selling this kind of throat-burning and head-burning old white gan is really not profitable, and he naturally doesn't have to be too careful with this kind of customer.

But a hand patted Xiao Er's shoulder behind the back: "Don't give her a drink of water." ”

Xiao Er turned around and was about to have a seizure, but saw that it was not a drunken guest who was patting him, but a young scribe with a folding fan in his hand. The young man laid the folding fan with the landscape in his hand flat on the table, slowly sat down beside the guest, and took out a small shiny silver knife and trimmed his nails.

"Bring me some good wine, the best in your shop." Qu Feipeng repeated, "Don't give me watery wine." ”

The elegant and handsome style of the guest made Xiao Er nod busily, ran to the back with a cigarette, and took out a jar of wine.

"This is still okay, thank you," Qu Feipeng shook his head slightly when he smelled the wine, and waved his hand to let Xiao Er retreat.

"Ah Xing," Qu Feipeng poured his own wine, "you called me here today." If only to get drunk into a puddle of mud. In vain, I pushed off a big business. ”

The guest who fell asleep on his arm did not answer him. Just fumbled and raised the wine glass in front of him, muttering, "Good wine!" ”

A thin and pale face, a handful of long black but dull hair, and a pair of large, godless eyes. The woman named Ah Xing silently raised her head and poured the cup of unmixed wine into her mouth. Under a little oil lamp, Ah Xing was still beautiful, but the most beautiful thing was her soft lips like peach blossoms—because she had drunk.

Qu Feipeng's hand gently touched her long hair. Ran down her long hair to her empty earlobes, then her emaciated cheeks.

"Well, the earrings are gone, too?" Qu Feipeng sighed, "It seems that you have spent all your money again." ”

"Don't touch me!" He Xinglan raised her head violently and slapped Qu Feipeng's hand away, her pale face was dyed with wine, and there was a sickly beauty. The red that smelled of wine didn't seem to be under her skin, but in her heart.

Qu Feipeng slowly withdrew his hand, picked up the wine glass and took a small sip: "I just don't want you to do this to yourself." Sing. Alcohol can hurt the body. ”

"Don't say more!" He Xinglan yelled at Qu Feipeng impatiently.

"I don't want to say more," Qu Feipeng said softly, shaking his fan. "I don't have that much time."

"I'm running out of money again," He Xinglan's voice lowered, "Is there any new business?" ”

"Of course there is, there are a lot of businesses, but I have thought about it for you, and I am afraid that you will not be able to do some businesses." Qu Feipeng shook his folding fan unhurriedly as he spoke.

"How do you know I can't do it!" He Xinglan glared at him and shouted.

"It's a pity, it's too small a business, you and I don't have much money, and it's too big a business, it's difficult for you and me to do it," Qu Feipeng remembered the big business that his brother was going to do for himself just now, sighed, and said, "There is a single business, you can do it, but that person may bet on the dart to Beijing this time, although you are one of the top masters of the Yueyangmen Wind and Cloud Piercing Sword, there are not many people who can afford you." But this man's kung fu is really powerful, I heard that he also bought a few foreign guns privately, because although the reward is generous, but I am afraid that the risk is too great, and you can't leave to go to Beijing. ”

"I can't leave Hangzhou, I can't leave Hangzhou unattended," He Xinglan muttered as she clasped her wine glass in her hands. She accidentally choked on a sip of wine, coughed incessantly, and her pale face turned red, as if she was about to cough back.

Qu Feipeng patted her on the back to help her cough, and sighed, "Didn't I say that?" Alcohol can hurt the body. ”

"What do you know?" He Xinglan slammed his hand away, almost roaring, "Without silver, Youyou can't eat ginseng, she will die!" ”

"I'm going to die!" He Xinglan jumped up from Qu Feipeng's side and looked at him with wide eyes and anger.

Qu Feipeng was so calm that he didn't seem to see anything, he looked at his slender and soft hands, and suddenly sighed and said, "You have also lost a lot of weight, and your back is pitifully thin." If it goes on like this, Yoyo will soon be a motherless child. ”

He Xinglan was suddenly stunned. After a long silence, she sat back at the wine table, pillowed her arm and cried.

"Alas," Qu Feipeng touched his hair, "but the twenty-year-old girl's family is dragging a two-year-old daughter, but her daughter is hanging on ginseng with a small life." Creation is also a trick on man. ”

This time, He Xinglan did not knock down Qu Feipeng's hand. She just lay on the table, tears streaming from her side face, and a drop of transparent tears passed across her almost transparent skin, and He Xinglan pouted sadly.

"Don't cry, don't cry," Qu Feipeng shook the folding fan in one hand and wiped her tears with a handkerchief in the other, "crying like a child." ”

"What to do? What should I do? He Xinglan asked him blankly.

"It's not that there is no way," Qu Feipeng dusted off his robe and raised a glass of good wine, but he didn't drink it, just looked at the wine.

"What's the solution?"

"First, I lend you money, and the interest on the market is calculated as three and a half percent, I only need you three cents, you buy ginseng first and hang Yoyo, and we will slowly deduct the money from your salary in the future," Qu Feipeng said with a smile, "After deducting five or six years, I have returned to my roots, and Yoyo has grown up." ”

"I don't!" He Xinglan shook her head vigorously, "Don't think that I'm drunk and come to lie to me, don't I know what kind of person you 'count as dead grass' Qu Feipeng?" ”

"Oh?" Qu Feipeng raised his eyebrows, "Then what kind of person am I?" ”

Xiao Er heard the footsteps of the two of them mixed with the distance, and He Xinglan's scolding voice came from the night wind: "Don't touch me." Don't touch me! ”

Then came Qu Feipeng's voice: "Do you think I want to touch?" If I don't help you, you're sleeping on the street right now...... Alas. How do you say that you really sleep? Ah Xing was obedient. Hold on a little longer, and I'll send you home......"

In the dark cabin, Qu Feipeng gasped and put He Xinglan down on the bed.

The house is still a good house, but there is nothing of value at home, and even a servant can't see it. Qu Feipeng shook his head, went to the cabinet in the dark and pulled out a quilt, and wrapped He Xinglan in the quilt.

He Xinglan on the bed hugged the quilt groggily. Roll over, and the whole body is curled up. Qu Feipeng was helpless, pulled out the quilt from her arms again, and wrapped He Xinglan tightly.

As if in a dream, He Xinglan suddenly shouted in a low voice: "Brother Ren......"

When Qu Feipeng looked down, two clear tears crossed He Xinglan's emaciated face and fell silently into the quilt.

"Brother Ren, hum!" Qu Feipeng shrugged his shoulders and snorted, only to find that his whole body was tired and sore. He didn't bring a carriage when he went out, so he dragged He Xinglan for six or seven miles. A woman who practices martial arts. Although the body is slim, it is not very light. No wonder he's tired enough.

He quietly opened the door and looked back at He Xinglan just curled up in the quilt and didn't roll anymore. So Qu Feipeng went out quietly. walked far away, but heard He Xinglan shouting in a dream: "Yoyo, don't be afraid, my mother is here, my mother is here......"

The clouds in the sky were full of moon, and the ground was like a clear light like mercury, and the occasional wind blew through, raising the smoke and dust on the side streets. The night was a little chilly, and Qu Feipeng leaned against the wall outside the courtyard. He exhaled a mouthful of the cloudy wine in his chest, silently staring at the starry sky, a ball of silver light flashing in his hand, and a silver knife swirling around his manicure between his fingers.

"When you say this, it reminds me that this person surnamed Lin really can't be regarded as an ordinary person." Peng Yulin listened to Qu Yunsong's return and sighed, "Japan and Russia have indeed rewarded his head with a lot of money, but I ignored it." ”

"The subordinates are incompetent, this matter ......" Qu Yunsong looked a little embarrassed and presented the golden ticket of two hundred taels of gold.

"Things still have to be done, and this person can't stay at all." Peng Yulin looked at Qu Yunsong and said in a deep voice, "No matter how much it costs, this person must also be eliminated!" ”

Qu Yunsong's hand froze there, unable to make a sound for a while.

"I also know that this thing is difficult to do, but as the old saying goes, 'there is nothing difficult in the world, but I am afraid of people with hearts'," Peng Yulin looked at Qu Yunsong, smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to pull out the golden ticket in his hand, "This matter, I think, with Brother Ling's skills, it can be done, but he is not confident, and you have to help him as a brother." ”

"This ......"

Peng Yulin didn't look at Qu Yunsong again, but came to the bookshelf, opened a small box, took out another golden ticket of five hundred taels of gold with a ticket to pay, and put the two hundred taels of gold ticket back.

"Since it's hard to do, I have to mention this price again." Peng Yulin came to Qu Yunsong with a golden ticket of five hundred taels and stuffed the golden ticket in his hand, "No matter how much, I can't take it out, you have to work harder, no matter what, you have to move the younger brother." ”

Qu Yunsong took the golden ticket, and the sweat on his forehead also flowed down.

"This is a traitor for the country, so even if something happens, I will help you carry it."

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PS: Monday at 9:30 a.m., a large number of retail investors poured everything they had, into the stock market, 11 o'clock arrived, the rumored 120 billion successfully escaped, in front of the boss of the Securities Regulatory Commission, the brokerage bigwigs said: Boss, 120 billion in place! The boss was stunned for a moment: I didn't mean that......

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