"Back to my lord, these gems were pawned by a young man just now. ”

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"Okay, I see, you go to the treasury and get your reward. Confucian waved his hand to send Xiao Er, he picked up the purple clay pot on the table, took a sip gently, and a trace of an unconscious smile appeared from the corner of his mouth. "It's another big business, and my Ma Sanyao's future is promising!"

Pushing open the old wooden door, Chen Rui walked into the shaving shop, where an old man was trimming people's faces. Unlike the earth, there is no such thing as a barber shop here, people in the Canglan Continent like to have long hair, correspondingly, this kind of place is only responsible for shaving and trimming people's faces, and few people will come to get a haircut.

A quick glance at the inside of the shop, three side-by-side stools, three washbasins, a barber, and two more customers waiting to trim their faces.

"The guest officer will rest on the side first, and the little old man will come to serve you later. The old man said without looking back, he was concentrating on the hair of a young man in front of him.

"Okay. Chen Rui answered, and then sat down on a stool.

Barbers seem to be born with the passive skill of talkativeness. "Alas, I heard that the owner of the rice shop at the south end of the street was also robbed last time, and the money he earned last year was robbed by thieves at once. ”

"This is not bad, I finally picked up a life and came back, I heard that Rich Liu's family was killed by that group of thieves!"

"Alas, the way of the present world, alas..."

Chen Rui learned from the casual conversation of the three of them that there was indeed a group of lawless thieves in the vicinity of Wushan Town, as the innkeeper said. It's just that these thieves are very strange, except for the first time when they killed someone at the house of the rich man Liu, they didn't seem to be deliberately killing people in the subsequent cases, at most they injured some people who resisted.

This is inconsistent with the consistent style of the bandits, although the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, and there will be no government to take care of it for a while, but the bandits seem to be deliberately hiding something, afraid of getting infected with something.

Just as Chen Rui was thinking about the abnormality, the old man interrupted Chen Rui, "Is the guest officer washing his hair?" Seeing that Chen Rui had no beard on his face, the old man asked.

"Oh no, I want to cut my hair short..."The old man didn't know why the young man had to cut his hair very short, but since the other side had paid, he didn't have anything to think about, so he cut it as he wanted.

After paying the money and leaving the shaving shop, Chen Rui thought about it and went to a clothing store to buy two sets of suitable clothes. He didn't want to wear precious silk to arouse the concerns of those thieves, although he was not afraid, but it was still a headache to cause unnecessary trouble.

After dressing himself up as a child of an ordinary family, Chen Rui returned to the inn again.

"Little brother, you're really different. The innkeeper was a little surprised when he saw Chen Rui cut his hair into inches, he had never seen this kind of image.

"It's funny, it's more refreshing. Chen Rui said and handed the money to the uncle, "I'm still going to stay for one night, and the extra is regarded as the room fee." "It's not early, Chen Rui plans to rest here for the night, and then continue to hurry tomorrow.

In between tea drinks in the living room, a small group of three people also stayed in the inn, which kept the uncle busy for a while, and he borrowed food from the neighbors to serve them.

As soon as the three men entered the door, they looked around with solemn faces, as if they were looking for someone. After seeing Chen Rui, a middle-aged man with a thick neck led by him pretended to be fine, ordered the table and enjoyed it. During the meal, the group took out a piece of paper and a pen and kept drawing something. These people looked at Chen Rui from time to time, making Chen Rui feel a little unhappy, and after drinking tea, Chen Rui went into the guest room to rest.

Chen Rui didn't know that the three spirit stones he pawned had attracted a group of greedy wolves, and they were about to get into some very troublesome things.

The thick-necked middle-aged man watched Chen Rui disappear into the back room, and only then did he gradually withdraw his greedy gaze, glanced at the two people around him, nodded and said, "How is the painting?"

"Of course. The person who had been in charge of the painting handed him the paper, and the smile on his face could not hide the joy in his heart.

The paper is not a painting, it should be said that it is a graffiti pieced together by some lines, but this ghostly drawing of symbols makes the thick-necked middle-aged man very satisfied. "Good job, after the success of the matter, you will have your own benefits!" The person in charge of painting heard the word "benefit", and his eyes lit up and he couldn't help but thank the thick-necked man.

Chen Rui is not a fool, these three people peeked at him from time to time and put pen to paper, naturally thinking that the opposite side was secretly painting his portrait. But when he deliberately detoured next to the three people, the three people not only did not panic, but also continued calmly. glanced at it and found that it was all some incomprehensible messy lines, and Chen Rui didn't care.

In the backyard of the pawnshop, a piece of paper is slowly spread out. The thick-necked man took out a special pen from his arms, brushed dozens of strokes one after another, and a handsome guy with sharp edges and corners immediately appeared. The face in the painting is Chen Rui, with a shallow smile on his resolute face. Inter-line painting, a technique that has almost been lost, seems to be disorganized, but it can be reproduced by the painter's brushwork of adding two or three to make five. This method is often used in the underworld, and it is said that it was first invented by a painter in the army, and it is extremely secretive and can easily disturb people's ears and eyes.

The thick-necked Han is called a prisoner of painting, and the reason why he has such a name is not that he loves to paint, but that the people whose facial features he painted have the same miserable end as prisoners. Over time, the Taoist gave him such a chilling nickname.

"Fifty-fifty points!" the prisoner whispered to the Confucian beside him, and his words were cold and could not be refused.

You should know that I have taken great care of you by asking you to deal with this matter. This Confucian is Ma Sanyao, he didn't care about the pretense of the painting prisoner, and fought back with ease.

"I heard that the kid is dressed very luxuriously, I don't know what the power of the people behind him is, after this deal, my brothers and I have to fly away, otherwise the end will definitely be bad. For the sake of these risks and travel expenses, Ma Sanye should help me and these brothers. The painting prisoner knows the power of this Ma Sanyao, and when it comes to ruthlessness, he is really not as good as this "weak and can't help the wind" Confucian student.

For outlaws like painting prisoners, Ma Sanyao naturally knows very well, what offends the forces behind the young people, that is all TM is fart, how many unjust souls are under their blades, and they still care about this? "No!" Ma Sanyao didn't have a biased head, and rejected the painting prisoner with two simple words.

"This ......" the painting prisoner was dumbfounded for a while, and he pondered in his heart how much the person in this painting is worth, and if it is very large, he can also consider it.

"Hmph, if you hesitate, I can tell someone else to do it, the black bear hasn't done 'business' for a long time. Ma Sanyao's words became cold, if it weren't for the painters who fell in love with the prisoners, he really wouldn't have asked them to do this vote.

Regarding Ma Sanyao's psychology, the prisoner also knows that although they are strong in terms of strength, they are still a little worse than the black bear. "Okay, that's it, Ma Sanye, you can pay half of the deposit first!"

"Oh my God, big brother, such a money!" exclaimed a younger brother who painted the prisoner, because just now Ma Sanyao pointed to a box next to him, and opened it to see that there were two hundred taels of silver ingots inside.

"Wait!" Ma Sanyao stretched out his hand to stop the little brother from taking the silver taels.

"What's the matter, Third Master Ma, have you forgotten my rules for painting prisoners?" The prisoner's face was gloomy, and he had to show his majesty in front of his younger brothers.

"What's the hurry? After the matter is completed, these are all yours! When did my Third Master Ma lack your money?" Ma Sanyao had his own plan in his heart, and said: "The treasure on that kid's body is several times as much, as long as you listen to me, I can give you forty percent of the benefits." The premise is that you are not allowed to take a deposit!"

"Forty percent!" the painting was imprisoned in his mind and quickly calculated, although his math was not very good, but he also calculated that it was a lot of money.

The prisoner knew that Ma Sanyao was a person, and his methods were cruel and vicious, but he never broke his word.