Zhang Ru sneered and said: "It's still the old-timers who know Wenxuan, and they know that Wenxuan won't look for you if it's okay." That's right."

After telling Fan Tong about the stupid things he had done, Zhang Ru talked about his worries again, and then said that he asked Fan Wuyi to help.

Fan Tong did something wrong to pave the way, Fan Wuyi had the intention to refuse, but he didn't know how to refuse, so he reluctantly said: "What you want me to do is too difficult, and I can't guarantee that it will be done." ”

Zhang Ru leaned his face over and said in Fan Wuyi's ear: "I believe in you, you will definitely be able to do it." ”

Fan Wuyi turned his head away: "What I can't promise myself, what's the use of you believing it." Anyway, the old man promised you, and he will do his best to do it, and whether he can succeed in the end, the old man can't play the ticket now. ”

Zhang Ru raised his eyebrows and said: "Fan Tong said that he was willing to be punished, and I, the boss, could not be punished, after all, what he did had already made the brothers sad." It seems that I should think about how to punish Fan Tong, otherwise the team will be big and it will be difficult to bring! ”

Fan Wuyi said angrily: "Can you kid be shameless!" ”

Zhang Ru put on a posture that I was so shameless, and stopped talking.

After a stalemate, Fan Wuyi said helplessly: "Okay, okay, the old man is afraid of you." Don't worry, within three days, I will help you find people. But there is only the address, whether you can take the other party or not, depends on whether you have the ability to do so. ”

Zhang Ru clapped his hands and laughed: "That's right!" It's good to have a fight with Brother Fan Tong, if you really want to punish him, I can't get that hand. ”

Fan Wuyi pointed at Zhang Ru's nose and scolded: "You kid just do it!" Sooner or later, one day Lao Tzu will strip you naked and throw them in the downtown area. ”

Zhang Ru said with a smile: "Old Fan, you have a lot of adults, what do you care about with a junior with me!" Besides, this matter is not my business alone, it is related to the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people in Fuzhou, you can't be too childish! ”

Fan Wuyi said as he walked: "Every time I say three words to your kid, Lao Tzu's temper will come up, forget it, just don't say it!" ”

With that, his figure had disappeared in the doorway.

Zhang Ru looked out of the dark window and fell into deep thought.

On the other side, the middle-aged scribe had just turned off the lights and was about to go to bed, when he suddenly heard footsteps in the corridor, he almost subconsciously grasped the waist knife placed next to the bed, turned over and disembarked, bent over and tiptoed to the door, and waited.

"Knock knock!"

It wasn't very big, and there was a knock on the door that seemed particularly crisp in the dark.

The middle-aged scribe held his breath and did not speak immediately.

"Knock knock!"

The knocking on the door continued.

The middle-aged scribe still didn't speak, but the palm of the hand holding the waist knife was already sweating.

The people outside seemed to hesitate, and the third knock on the door was heard after a long time.

"Knock knock!"

"Who!" Before the knock on the door had completely subsided, the middle-aged scribe had already let out a low voice.

After saying that, his body had changed a position.

If the people outside have bad intentions, then even if they are holding the most advanced musket of the Shenji Battalion in their hands, they will not want to hurt the middle-aged scribe in the slightest.

"The little girl has something important to ask to see the adult, and please ask the adult to see it." The voice outside the door was a soft and glutinous female voice, listening to the voice, it seemed that she was a person who didn't understand martial arts at all.

The middle-aged scribe still did not relax his vigilance, and said in a deep voice: "It's late at night, so the girl should come back tomorrow!" ”

"It's about Zhang Wenxuan, if the little girl comes back tomorrow, I'm afraid that the adult will already be in a different place." The female voice outside the door became cold, as if she was very dissatisfied with the vigilance of the middle-aged scribe.

Hearing Zhang Wenxuan's three words, the middle-aged scribe's body trembled obviously.

There are only a handful of people who know that he came to Fuzhou, and even fewer people know his identity, why can a woman know her identity?

Still hesitating, the woman outside spoke again: "The little woman has brought a lot of secrets this time, if the adults are willing to let the little girl in, maybe the little woman can bring unexpected surprises to the adults." ”

After much thought, the middle-aged scribe decided to let the woman in.

I thought to myself, a woman, maybe she could kill me, a big man!

Thinking about it, he reached out and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a beautiful woman dressed in red, with a sad cloud on her face, her eyebrows tightly locked, and she seemed to be full of concerns.

After the woman entered the door, the middle-aged scribe closed the door directly, and the room was dark, and he didn't think about lighting the lamp.

"What is there to say, can be said now." The middle-aged scribe kept a safe distance and said coldly.

The woman in red didn't care, and showed a sad smile: "The general's vigilance is really high, no wonder so many people in Fuzhou Wei have not been able to find out the general's traces." ”

The middle-aged scribe said coldly: "If you are going to come to pat my ass, now you can leave." ”

The woman in red chuckled and said: "The general is really anxious, no matter what, the little woman makes a long story short, as for what the general will do after saying what should be said, the little woman can't guarantee it." ”

"Say!" The middle-aged scribe's way of speaking was concise and to the point.

The woman in red said with a smile: "It is inconvenient to tell the general the identity of the little woman for the time being, but the general can believe that the little woman is not here to harm the general." A few months ago, Zhang Wenxuan wrote dozens of letters, all of which were passed through secret channels and were unknown to ordinary people.

There are two locations that the little woman now knows, one is Liaodong and the other is Changsha Mansion.

According to the little woman's estimate, the proceeds brought by this sea voyage should be more than 1.5 billion taels of silver, and in addition to the pensions that those sailors who died in the battle should receive, the surviving sailors of Fuzhou are estimated to share 100 million taels of silver.

Of the remaining 1.3 billion, Zhang Wenxuan left half of it, and all the rest were sent back to the capital.

Of the remaining half, only about 100 million taels remain in Fuzhou. ”

At this point, the woman in red stopped.

The middle-aged scribe was attracted by these news, and asked very cooperatively: "What about 650 million taels?" ”

The woman in red smiled proudly: "It seems that the general is still very moved by the news brought by the little woman." To know where the rest of the money went, we had to ask the general to take in the little girl for a while. ”

The middle-aged scribe immediately raised his vigilance: "Who are you!" ”

The woman in red was stunned for a moment, and then her expression was gloomy: "The identity of the little woman can't be said for the time being, if the general is unwilling to take it in, the little woman would rather go out now and tie her hands." ”

The middle-aged scribe's eyes narrowed, and his hand grasped the hilt of his waist knife.

The woman in red sneered: "The general is too nervous, this embroidered spring knife has been with the general for many years, when did the general kill the female stream with the embroidered spring knife?" ”