"Xu Tanling went to the imperial capital to find your brother-in-law a while ago, and it was also on the hot search." Qin Zhaoli asked, "Do you know about this?" ”

Xu Tanxi said: "I don't know. ”

Qin Zhaoli doesn't like Xu Tanling, it's not that she really did anything hateful, Xu Tanling is a person, very good at being a person, and she is also very popular.

But the problem is that she is too popular.

Xu Tanxi's mother, Wen Zhaofang, raised Xu Tanling, the daughter of the third child, as her daughter, but she threw her own daughter to someone else.

Xu Tanxi grew up under her aunt's knees.

"She has been in the limelight recently, and her team wants her to sit firmly in the position of a first-line flower while it is hot, probably because she wants to go through the back door, after all, half of the resources in the entertainment industry are in the hands of your uncle."

Xu Tanxi did not answer.

Qin Zhaoli ended the topic: "I have a call coming in, I have to hang up first." ”

"Okay."

Xu Tanxi waited for Qin Zhaoli to hang up first.

Outside, the cards on the flower basket were swept to the ground by the wind and landed next to a pair of white sneakers, whose owner stopped and picked them up.

"Qin Zhaoli."

The voice is clear, the tone is a little lazy, and the words are correct and round, it is Rong Li, he is from a small town in the south, but he speaks with a bit of Beijing accent.

He walked into the store and put the card on the cabinet: "The one who does medical treatment in Nancheng?" ”

Xu Tanxi was surprised: "Do you know my friend?" ”

"I don't know, I've just heard of it."

He does intelligence, and he knows a little about the people who have heads and faces in the major territories, the Qin family in Nancheng is engaged in medical treatment, and the business is very big, but the family is thin, and in this generation, there is only one Qin Zhaoli left, who became a family at a young age, and the means are vigorous and resolute, and the mergers and acquisitions are done beautifully, and the reputation is not small.

Rong Li didn't rush upstairs, next to the container, his eyes "inadvertently" glanced at the colorful candy inside: "She's your friend?" ”

He was referring to Qin Zhaoli.

Xu Tan shook his head and said yes.

Rong Li commented in a tone that didn't matter to himself: "Your friend is quite righteous. ”

Xu Tanxi didn't know what he meant: "What does Mr. mean?" ”

Rong Li said nonchalantly: "Isn't she the only customer of your online store?" The repeat customer who bought six handkerchiefs. ”

Xu Tanxi suddenly lowered his head and blushed.

After Rong Li finished speaking, he went upstairs, threw his coat away, covered his face, and lay down to make up for sleep. The girl downstairs wasn't very smart, she couldn't lie, she was like a blank sheet of paper, too clean, too much to arouse his desire to destroy.

Less than two minutes after he closed his eyes, his phone rang, and the call was from an unfamiliar number.

After all, he is a "dead man", and Cheng Ji can't contact him blatantly, so he uses a strange number: "I have information here, it's about you, do you want to buy it?" ”

Rong Li said succinctly: "Make a price." ”

The plastic relationship is all maintained by money, how can Cheng Ji be polite: "With your value as the sixth master, it is worth seven figures." ”

Rong Li helped him look at the store, as long as 8,000 a day, if it is less, the price will increase next time, and the price increase will be based on this transaction.

He didn't make a counteroffer and went straight to the account.

"The money is transferred to you."

Cheng Jikeng was satisfied: "Your enemies are all investigating the car accident half a year ago, so they should be suspicious." ”

Rong Li got out of that car accident, he was tired of it, so he deliberately played himself "no".

Probably because the dignified Sixth Master "didn't" go too well, it made those who looked forward to his death every day sleep more unstable.

One more thing.

Cheng Ji asked Rong Li: "Have you dealt with Mr. Wen?" ”

Rong Li asked back, "Which Mr. Wen?" ”

Among the imperial capital's surname Wen, there are a few people who can be named.

"What else can there be in the imperial capital, Mr. Wen, the one who sings in the Flowing Frost Pavilion."

There are many people with the surname Wen, and all of them are masters, but there is only one who can be called Mr., and that is Wen Shiyu, the old son of Old Man Wen.

Liushuang Pavilion is a pear garden, the only Peking Opera garden in the imperial capital, it is rumored that Wen Shiyu is very good at singing, and especially loves to sing Tsing Yi, but no one has ever heard him sing.

Rong Li said: "No. ”

He is a person who sells secrets and intelligence, and it is most unlikely that he will have anything to do with a gentleman like Wen Shiyu.

Cheng Ji looked at the play, and mentioned it with interest: "Just now on the field of Guanhe Mountain, Wen Shiyu still asked about you." ”

"What did you ask?"

Cheng Ji smiled: "Ask why you 'died'." ”

How did you "die"?

There are too many people who want him to die.

At the door downstairs, the wind chimes rang, and it was a guest.

Xu Tanxi put down the embroidery in his hand and got up: "Hello." ”

Three men entered.

Xu Tanxi came to Xiangyun Town not long ago, and he didn't recognize them, in fact, these three people were famous gangsters in the town, they didn't do business all day long, and Yang Laosi of Huaqiao Yang was a fox friend and dog friend. There are a lot of people in the town who grow tea, and it is an ancient town, so there are often tourists from other places who come to play, and these people are specially selling cigarettes to tourists.

The one who walked in the front was Du Quan, and the two behind were one named Wan Ba and the other was Zhao Jiu.

"Isn't this a tattoo parlor?" Du Quan touched his head, chewed gum, his thick eyebrows and big eyes, hit the earrings and tattooed his arms, and dressed quite fashionably, "Why do you still sell desserts?" ”

Xu Tanxi's shop mainly sells sweets, chocolates and other sweets, and there are very few freshly made desserts and cakes, only ten servings a day.

Xu Tanxi avoided the other party's gaze: "The tattoo is on the second floor." ”

Du Quan raised his eyebrows at her: "Do you give a tattoo?" ”

"It's not." Xu Tanxi was displeased, but still said patiently, "The tattoo master is also on the second floor." ”

"Miss," Du Quan whistled angrily, his eyes blatantly fell on Xu Tanxi's waist, and said in a provocative tone, "Add WeChat." ”

His two brothers were also deliberately laughing.

Xu Tanxi turned around and didn't want to pay attention.

Du Quan pulled the hat of her sweatshirt from behind, let it go, and deliberately teased: "Don't be so cold." ”

Wan Ba hugged his hands and laughed: "Brother Quan, people don't want to." ”

"You know what, the girl's family said no, that's what you want." Du Quan's face was okay, and he seemed to know that his skin was not bad, fiddling with the skull hanging around his neck to play handsome, "Make a friend, I won't eat you again." ”

Xu Tanxi stayed away from him, straightened her collar, her voice was very small, her eyes were as fierce as she could, and she scolded: "Dengzi." ”

Du Quan looked at the two brothers behind him: "What did she just say?" ”

Zhao Jiu took a piece of candy in his hand, peeled it and threw it in his mouth: "Scold you for being a disciple." ”

Du Quan scolded with a smile, his eyes became more unscrupulous, staring at Xu Tanxi up and down: "I'll go, what kind of treasure is this, it's from ancient times." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Quan's head was scratched by something, and when he looked at the ground, it was a tattoo needle, and he wiped his head with his fingers.

Depend on! See blood.

Du Quan turned his head and saw a person standing on the third step up the stairs, the person leaned on the handrail as if he had no bones, and he had a harmless and delicate face, and he didn't do anything, giving people the feeling that a lion had woken up.

"It's closed today, and you can go out."

Du Quan's eyelids jumped inexplicably: "Who are you?" ”

His tone was light, his eyes were lazy, as if he hadn't slept enough: "Me? He thought for a moment, "The murderer's son." ”