As soon as the sky was bright, the four sorrowful fasts in the mountains outside Yanchang City were still a quiet place, but the cyclamen branch in Yanchang City had been lively for a day and a night.

Although my uncle had already instructed that there should be no need to make large-scale purchases to deal with the people who came to congratulate the gift, but that was only the day he was referring to, Zhu Youcai was an authentic businessman, how could he not notice that people from all over the world came to watch the handover ceremony of the head of Sichou Zhai, how much profit could be made? He quietly instructed the staff in the shop to turn into scattered small merchants, rent the storefronts of a few houses close to the cyclamen building, set up stalls on the spot, and sell buns if nothing else—vegetarian buns for 5 cents a piece, and minced meat buns for 10 cents each. In just one day and one night, he made a net profit of nearly 10,000 taels of silver!

It is no wonder that he sighed more than once in private: The shrewd owner married an uncle of a loser!

If you don't take advantage of this opportunity to do business, you will have to make a lot less money! Every time he saw the crowd outside, the shopkeeper Zhu felt a pain in his heart, and finally simply locked himself in a clean private room, "out of sight and out of mind".

She Qing estimated that the hour should be about to reach the end of the day, so he ordered someone to open the door, and after taking a sip of intestinal tea, he walked out of the door without hurry, and boarded the huge ceremonial platform with red silk that had been set up half a month ago.

At this time, in addition to the reserved open space of less than three feet, the audience was already crowded with people and shoulder-to-shoulder. Looking at these people, She Qingda sympathized with them in his heart, if these people knew that the so-called "head handover ceremony" outside the cyclamen building today was not attended by new and old leaders, I don't know how to lose it!

However, that's all for later, and today She Qing has more important tasks, and he must first complete the tasks that Mr. Da told him before going down the mountain, and then he plans to think about what to do in the future.

First of all, the aura is sufficient.

"Shoot the cannon!" Seeing that as soon as he stepped on the stage, the original noise gradually subsided, She Qing was slightly satisfied, and nodded to the assistants in the audience under the eager eyes of everyone.

However, after saying this, She Qing turned around and got off the stage again and went back to the house to drink tea.

"Uncle, why are you back?" Seeing She Qing enter the door and sit on the chair, Zhu Youcai asked puzzled.

"There are firecrackers lit outside, I don't like to be noisy and come back to hide for a while." She Qing picked up the tea and took a sip.

Hide for a while? Hearing this answer, Zhu Youcai couldn't help but smile bitterly: How long does it take to finish a firecracker? I'm afraid that the chair under the butt is not warm up and will go out again, right?

It's just that after half a cup of tea, the "crackling" sound is still ringing intensively, and there is no tendency to sparse it out, so Zhu Youcai couldn't hold it back, and ran outside the door to see how long this firecracker could go off.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, this time Zhu Youcai knew that he had said that his uncle had not wronged him at all, he had more than a dozen rounds of firecrackers on the three-zhang ground under the stage, and there were about tens of thousands of sounds, and at this time, even thirty percent of the firecrackers were not burned.

If you continue to count it like this, it will take at least half a pillar of incense!

"How about it, would you like to make a drink?" Seeing Zhu Youcai coming back, She Qing smiled and pointed to the tea bowl on the side and asked.

"No...... No, I'd better make a drink! Zhu Youcai stepped forward and said with a sneer.

Sure enough, it wasn't until the time of the half-pillar incense that the sound of firecrackers outside the door gradually fell down, and She Qing saw that the tea was almost drunk, and got up and walked back to the stage.

"Hey, it's not too early, why haven't you seen Mr. Worry come out to meet the big guy?"

As soon as he stepped on the stage, he heard someone shouting in the crowd, it didn't matter if he shouted, as if he had taken the lead, and then all kinds of dissatisfied voices also remembered one after another:

"Yes, yes, we've been waiting for a day and a night, aren't we just to see Mr. Ask him to come out! ”

"Say what? What do you mean by an old man? Is the new head good or not, how can it be an old man? ”

"Why can't it be an old man, have you seen the new head?"

"Hey, you're deliberately finding fault, aren't you? There's a kind of you come and let me fight! ”

"You, why do you have to do it when you leave? If you want to say that, there is a kind of you come here, and I will let you fight! ”

……

She Qing looked at the non-stop verbal battle between the two people in the audience, who were only half a foot apart, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: how should Mr. Big's "cowardice" and Mr. "laziness" be said in a noble way without incurring the scolding of this group of people?

"Humph!" With a cold snort, everyone only felt that they had fallen into an ice cave, and the biting cold shot from all directions of the body to the heart like a sharp arrow, and for a while there was a sense of despair palpitating, and the noise stopped abruptly.

This is...... Although there was a slight discomfort, She Qing was obviously more able to resist this cold feeling than the people in the audience - speaking of which, he even had a little love and nostalgia for this feeling, as if he had returned to the battlefield where he had charged into battle with many brothers, blood and death were terrifying to ordinary people, but these scenes were loved by those who were trying to survive on the battlefield.

Killing, without the bitter survival experience and perennial experience of fighting on the battlefield, wanting to condense into a killing force is tantamount to a fool's dream!

And in this scene in front of him, who can cover the killing power to everyone present, and ensure that it only shocks and does not hurt people, except for Uncle Mofu, who was praised by Mr. Big as "the first person to kill", who else can be?

After a while, the road that was originally crowded out of the water miraculously flashed out of the aisle half a zhang wide, Mo Fu slowly sat in a wheelchair in front, followed by people carrying boxes and driving cars, and the team actually extended to the corner a hundred zhang away!

"Uncle Mo!" She Qing walked off the stage with a smile, came to Mo Fu, and bowed deeply to say hello.

"Why, those two didn't come?" Mo Fu has always been a cold face who looks at who is not pleasing to the eye, as early as in Xizhou, She Qing was used to it, and he didn't mind immediately, and said with a smile: "Wait for this matter, let's go back to the mountain together." Please go inside first! ”

"Hmph, people don't come to do anything handover!" While snorting coldly, Mo Fu walked forward, and when he saw that She Qing was about to follow back, he said, "You wait a little longer, I'm not the only one who came to watch the ceremony!" ”

She Qing was slightly stunned after hearing this, and then looked at the long line behind, sure enough, he was not the only one, looking at the dress of these people in the back, they were all about ten people in a style, such a long line, I am afraid there must be dozens of so-called "watching the ceremony"!

"May I ask who you are ......" Seeing the people brought by Mo Fu go in one by one, She Qing saw that there was another old man who took the lead in the back, and couldn't help but smile and asked.

"Why, if you know that he is Uncle Mo, don't you know that I am Uncle Zhuang?" When the man saw that he was stopped, She Qing didn't even shout "uncle", and couldn't help but be displeased.

"You...... Are you Zhuang Boyang Zhuang Shibo? I'm really sorry, I didn't recognize it in a panic for ......a while" She Qing was stunned for a moment, and immediately thought that there seemed to be such a master and uncle in his mind, and quickly apologized.

"Humph!" With a flick of his sleeves, Zhuang Boyang ignored it, and several people followed suit.

It's not good, I just welcomed two batches of guests, and all those who shouldn't be offended were offended...... She Qing was depressed in her heart, and couldn't help but sigh and think.

"What, have you been hit?" Hearing that someone was asking, She Qing looked up lightly, but was almost shocked.

"Nine...... The Ninth Master? Looking at Yang Jiuguan with a smile on his face, She Qing spoke out in disbelief. If you talk about top people like Zhuang Boyang and Mo Fu, unless the other party intends to let them know, it is not easy to find out their news. However, Yang Jiuguan, although he is also well-known in the rivers and lakes, there is still some gap between the first two according to his conscience. Because of this, if She Qing wants to find out his movements, there is no reason why he can't find out!

And the reason why he was shocked when he saw Yang Jiuguan was precisely because She Qing really ordered people to pay more attention to the people coming from Xizhou - during this period, no one reported that Yang Jiuguan was coming......

"Qing Ye is probably busy and forgot, the group of people you accepted turned out to be our ninth master's soldiers!" She Qing only heard this voice from somewhere, and followed the sound to find that Lao Huang was also here, looking at him with a warm smile. It's just that because he was thin and small, and he was right behind Yang Jiuguan, he didn't see him at first sight.

"Old Huang...... Uncle Huang, you are joking, but don't say anything 'Qingye', you are an elder, just call me She Qing! While speaking, She Qing stepped forward to pull Lao Huang, and Lao Huang did not lie, and directly stood on Yang Jiuguan's side with him.

"Ninth Master, are you okay with his watch?" As soon as he stood still, Lao Huang smiled and bowed down and asked Yang Jiuguan beside him.

"It's okay recently, but it's just that today it's too incompetent......" Yang Jiuguan frowned slightly.

As soon as these words came out, She Qing's heart beat wildly: Could it be that this is deliberately assessing himself? If he didn't detect the whereabouts of the Ninth Master in time, wouldn't he be dead?

As he thought, he looked at the two of them anxiously.

"Then what do you mean......" Lao Huang asked with a smile on his face.

"Although I don't want to, it's not easy to take back the things I brought over, so I'll give it to him later after the scene in front of me!" As he spoke, he patted She Qing on the shoulder and stepped into the building before him.

"Uncle Huang, this ......" Although he probably understood that he was afraid that he would not be punished, She Qing still didn't know the ins and outs of the whole thing, and couldn't help but ask Lao Huang with a wry smile.

"Haha! Silly boy, you can do this with peace of mind first, and you will be proud of it soon! Lao Huang didn't say anything, and a loud laugh passed by him.

What the hell is going on...... She Qing couldn't figure it out no matter how he thought about it, so the later gift-givers didn't care, anyway, he had already instructed Zhu Youcai to register inside, he just vaguely remembered that someone gave a few bones, someone led a donkey, someone represented the city lord of Huazhou Yuncheng, and some people were entrusted by the king of Guangling in Junzhou......

In a blink of an eye, the originally boundless line became shorter and shorter, and finally saw a carriage slowly coming, and finally stopped in front of She Qing.

"Where did it come from?" She Qing asked as usual.

"Da Yue." One of them replied in a deep voice.

"Oh...... Da Yue ......" was about to wave his hand over, but She Qing suddenly woke up, glared at the person who drove the car and said in horror: "You...... It turned out to be ......"

"She Qing, is the flower hating willow here?" Before he could finish speaking, a delicate face leaned out of the carriage, looked at him with a shy, and asked.

"Gong ...... Princess? Princess Yuqing! When She Qing saw this person, he came to his senses in an instant......