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Half a month later, the capital!

Yang Qifeng has a fat figure, convex and backward, a round belly, a fat face, three shakes in one step, and a folding fan in his hand, pretending to be elegant.

But it was funny and ridiculous, walking slowly on the streets of the capital.

Towering capital, magnificent!

In the scorching summer, Yang Qifeng waved his fat arms and kept fanning himself.

Sweat drips from the forehead,

He twisted his fat body, but walked into a restaurant in front of him.

The restaurant is about three floors high, and the plaque reads the words "Drunken Moon Building".

The font has fully demonstrated the grace and elegance of the penmanship, round and charming, no stroke to take lightly, no word does not show the meaning of the fluent and beautiful, unique new method, self-contained.

This is the work of a famous artist.

"The boss will serve you a pot of good wine, and then put all the signature dishes on the table for me," Walking into the restaurant, Yang Qifeng directly pulled his neck and shouted loudly.

As soon as he sitted his ass, he directly found a vacant seat and sat down, the fan kept inciting, it was useless, and the sweat was still dripping and flowing.

"Okay, guest wait,"

"Wait a minute, I'm looking for two people who can stir up fans, this weather is too hot, I can't stand it," Yang Qifeng took out a piece of silver directly from his arms, and the guy who walked forward slammed it on the table with a snap.

When he came to the table and put away the silver, the man smiled all over his face and said respectfully; "Okay, sir, wait a minute,"

"Yes, it's very good at things, reward," Yang Qifeng took out another piece of silver from his arms and threw it on the guy's body.

The man's eyes brightened, the smile on his face became brighter, and when he walked, his waist was bent down a lot.

The way of speaking in the Qing Dynasty appeared nondescript at this moment, and under the power of silver, the man almost called the master.

Soon, two women arrived.

The woman is not very old, her face is green, she has just been a teenager, she is wearing a long skirt, but the fabric is ordinary, obviously just an ordinary person, the two of them are holding fans in their hands, and they are led by the guys, but they have some twists, and they are quite embarrassed.

When he came to Yang Qifeng, the man bent over and lowered his head to speak; "Master, someone has been found,"

"Then don't hurry up and fan it up, this ghost weather, it's hot to death," Yang Qifeng waved his fat palm and shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Quick, hurry up," the guy recruited, motioning for the two to move.

Seeing this, the two women directly stirred up the fan in their hands, and the movements of the two were gentle, just windy, but the wind was not strong, and it would not affect Yang Qifeng.

Yang Qifeng put down the folding fan in his hand, looked at the two girls with satisfaction, and said to the guy; "Very good, the lord is very satisfied, all rewarded,"

He took out three pieces of silver directly in his arms and slapped them on the table.

"Thank you, master," the two girls said in unison, at the moment there was no twisting and reserved, and they directly stepped forward to take a piece of the silver on the table.

"The wind, fanning it," the heads of the two women, like chickens pecking rice, moved again and again, and once again fanned the fans in their hands.

At this moment, in the middle of the second floor, a woman, her eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, her long hair is coiled behind her head, although she is not beautiful, but she is capable, her figure is not slender, but she is very plump.

She looked at this scene, looked at the guests around her, and kept pointing at the people at this table at the moment, and her eyebrows frowned even deeper.

Seeing that the fellow nodded his head, as a slave does, she finally couldn't look at it, stood up, and was about to go, but was stopped by an arm, and an old man sat beside him, his sleeves rolled up high, and he opened his mouth and said; "One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer, why should Jiao Niang bother with such a thing, it's boring to ask for yourself."

"It's rare to see such a high roller in this world," the old man sighed, and then said behind him; "Dayong, you don't want to go soon,"

"What are you going to do?" Behind the two of them, there was a man standing, who couldn't help but ask when he heard this.

"The Shenhou Mansion raised you, but there is a lack of gold and silver, and now you can't even get rice out of the pot."

"Got it," said a feeble voice.

"You have to know that this is a test for you, if you want to be a catcher, you have to have the ability to adapt, no matter what time it is, you have to adapt to the environment, make the best disguise, and blend in"

"Okay,"

The man walked down the stairs directly,

"I see that Da Yong is involuntary, can he understand what you mean?" Jiao Niang watched Dayong walk down, and couldn't help but smile.

"I don't understand, what he has can't be a real catcher," the old man said.

"You are too strict, how can Dayong compare with Yayu," Jiao Niang shook her head and said softly.

Below, a smile appeared on Dayong's face, he took the plate from the hand of a fellow, picked it up and walked forward quickly, and placed the plate on the table.

On the plate was a carp with a fragrant aroma.

"Do you want to listen to a tune," Dayong said with a smile on his face and a half-bowed body.

"Okay, I like tunes, go find someone with a good voice and a beautiful appearance, money is not a problem," Yang Qifeng took out another piece of silver from his arms and slapped it on the table.

Dayong stretched out one hand quickly, grabbed the silver directly in his hand, and said again and again; "Okay, okay, okay."

"Wait a minute,"

As he spoke, he put the silver into his arms, and then strode away directly.

"Silver," Dayong walked up, his face beaming, holding a piece of silver in his hand, and shaking it constantly.

Seeing this, the old man shook his head directly, without saying a word, but the lady next to him said to Dayong with a scolding; "You, you, I really thought I was asking you for silver,"

"This person spends a lot of money, the high-roller in the capital, there is no such person, let you go, just to find out the details of this person," Jiao Niang opened her mouth to tell the meaning of the old man's intention directly.

Dayong, who was originally happy, disappeared from the joy on his face at this moment, revealing a look of frustration.

"Yayu, you go and find out the identity of this person,"

"Now that the Bafang Wind and Rain will meet the Beijing Division, this person suddenly appeared, and I don't know if it is fierce or auspicious?"