Jing Hong got the news of the ghost-faced man, and immediately spread the news that the Hongzhen Chamber of Commerce entered Haotian to help each other maintain the luck, and the wind changed greatly for a while, and the people who were not optimistic about the maintenance and transportation Chamber of Commerce turned against each other, and Jing Hong's originally cold mansion was almost broken by the people who were interested in making friends.

"The world is bustling, all for profit." Ji Mo Qinghe said while drawing the painting in front of him.

"Jinghong now has Hongzhen's help, and everyone thinks that the Weiyun Chamber of Commerce will definitely win, so they naturally run to flatter first." Zhao Yu stood aside and pouted.

The ink is clear and carefully tracing the hair of the person in the painting.

"It's time for the letter to arrive."

"Calculate the schedule, it should have arrived yesterday." Zhao Yu nodded.

Jimo Qinghe chuckled.

"In this way, my illness should also be cured."

At this time, in Chongzhou, in Meng Jun's mansion, Meng Jun, who didn't like to follow the rules, sat seriously at this time, looking at the letter in his hand over and over again, that is, Mo Qinghe This letter, the danger is terrifying, he feels that he has some ambitions, but what Ji Mo Qinghe said is more shocking than he thought. The stakes are high, and he needs to plan well.

"Meng Jun!"

There was a shout outside the door, and Meng Jun hurriedly hid the letter in the book in his hand.

"Zong Feng, you're here."

"What are you doing, how do you seem a little flustered." Zong Feng walked in with a smile and sat down casually.

"Nothing, why are you here?"

Meng Jun smiled, his narrow peach blossom eyes were full of charm, and the feminine aura suddenly bloomed.

Zong Feng suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"Meng Jun, for the sake of peace in this world, it's better for you to smile less."

Zong Feng was simple, and when he thought of something, he said it, but Meng Jun was stunned at first, and then laughed even more happily.

"You're not ......"

Before the words could be spoken, Meng Qing walked in in a hurry.

"You must help my salaried girl today!"

"Sister Meng Qing, don't worry, speak slowly." Seeing that Meng Qing was obviously in a hurry, Zong Feng hurriedly stood up and helped Meng Qing sit down.

Meng Qing thanked Zong Feng and smiled, took out a letter from his sleeve and slapped it on Meng Jun's table.

"You have to help with this favor today, and you have to help if you don't help, where is the chief commander of the Chongzhou branch, bring it to me."

"Huh?" Meng Jun was confused.

"Give it to me." Saying that, Meng Qing was about to start searching for Meng Jun.

Meng Jun was frightened by Meng Qing and jumped up and down, losing all his temperament.

"Sister, sister, if you have something to say, don't do it!"

Zong Feng was helpless and stretched out his hand to stop Meng Qing.

"Sister Meng Qing, you should first explain to the Lord what it is."

Meng Qing stopped and glanced at Meng Jun dissatisfied.

"I was in Qiongyu before, and told Xin'er that no matter what difficulties she encountered, she could come to me, and the Chongzhou branch would do its best to help her, and now she has written to her, saying that she hopes we can help her."

Meng Qing suddenly smiled proudly.

"You can't guess who the salary is!"

"Who is she?" Meng Jun frowned.

"Haotian is the king today, and he is a salary."

Meng Qing said word by word, looking at Meng Jun's gradually shocked face with satisfaction.

"She, she ......" The news was so unbelievable that Meng Jun didn't know what to say for a while.

"Lord." Zong Feng suddenly took a step forward and bowed his hand. "There is one thing that has been hidden from the Lord for a long time, and I must say it at this time."

Zong Feng thought in his heart, this should be the best time for Jimo Qinghe to say.

Meng Jun was already shocked by Jimo Qinghe's letter and the identity of Ji Xian, and it was difficult to think, so he could only wave his hand and signal Zong Feng to say at this time.

"I was, Haotian Chenganhou."

Meng Jun only felt that a string in his head suddenly broke.

"So, you're deliberately lurking around me?" Meng Jun asked with difficulty.

"No, no, no, no," Zong Feng saw that Meng Jun had misunderstood, and hurriedly waved his hand. "I am because of some royal secrets, claiming to be a sudden death, but in fact, I am a fraudulent death, now I am no longer Cheng'anhou, Haotian does not have Cheng'anhou, I am just Zongfeng."

Before Meng Jun could say anything, Meng Qing sobbed in a low voice.

"Sister?"

"Xiao Feng is so pitiful, he was originally a royal family with fine clothes and food, but now he is living here, he must have suffered a lot." Meng Jun looked at Zong Feng, his eyes were full of sympathy.

Zong Feng was a little embarrassed.

"Actually, it's okay, the king brought me a lot of gold, and the lord took good care of me, I think it's much more interesting than before."

"Xiao Feng is still strong, it's really distressing......" Meng Qing said and hugged Zong Feng to comfort him.