"I wish Jiang Qiye a year and a year. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" The three of them congratulated in unison. Jiang Qi smiled and nodded to Han Feng, then glanced behind Master Yu, and roughly had a number in his heart: "It's easy to say." Tomorrow, ask the three nephews to come to the dock early in the morning to find me. ”

Master Yu smiled and arched his hand, and led a few people to the "cyclamen".

Han Feng looked back and saw that Zhao He and the others couldn't hide the smile on their faces, but he didn't feel how to be happy. He has dealt with all kinds of people from north to south for several months, and naturally he can hear that Jiang Qiman's mouth is perfunctory.

But even if it is perfunctory, when he arrives at the dock tomorrow, Jiang Qi should remember that he has always stood beside Master Yu.

The meal was tasteless, and Han Feng sat between Master Yu and Ruan Fatzi and listened to the table full of people talking about business, and he only felt a headache. Fortunately, Bai Tong kept mentioning the point, and he answered with a degree of relaxation and retreat.

He responded calmly, and made Master Yu also impressed. The old man's cold seemed to have improved by more than half all at once, and most of his body in the seat was sitting facing Han Feng, and his speech and demeanor were really like old-timers taking care of his own children and nephews. After listening to the words for half an hour, Han Feng also knew that this old man's house sold both salt and brocade, and in recent days, he also wanted to meddle in the tea business in the southwest.

And Bai Tong said that it was a spiritual creature of the Ajin tribe, but in fact it was the wisdom of the Ajin clan for hundreds of generations, and it only knew about the salt and brocade business of the Daiguo, but the tea business in the southwest was the old business. Han Feng said: "Nanzhong tea is made from green hair tea. The tea leaves are the best in Cangwu Mountain, and the drying technology is the best in Buri County. Moreover, this tea nourishes the stomach and warms the stomach, if you have a cold condition, it is excellent to drink some often. ”

Master Yu listened to it and was very happy, and he had the tendency to hate seeing each other late, and Ruan Fatzi, who was accompanying him, didn't expect Han Feng to be able to talk to this old man together, his face was red and happy. In the middle of the meal, Master Yu pulled Han Feng and whispered in his ear: "Xiao Han, otherwise don't go to Jiang Qi's side." They're fighting and killing over there, and it's not good for you to do something as a young man, so why don't you come and help me. ”

Han Feng looked embarrassed, groaned slightly, but still shook his head: "I have already promised Boss Ruan." The things that should be done can't be shirked, not to mention that the younger generation has other things. ”

Master Yu hit him off at first sight, and it's no wonder that he refuted his face in front of him. At this time, the toast between each other in the game has reached the third round, and Master Yu is an old Xingzun, so he had to drink seven or eight glasses for the sake of face, he was not in good health, and he was still trembling when he held the wine glass in both hands at this time. Han Feng saw that someone wanted to fill him with wine, so he hurriedly pressed the wine jug and said, "Uncle Yu Shi, I'll drink it for you." ”

Master Yu smiled so much that the folds on his face turned into chrysanthemums, and he laughed repeatedly: "Okay, good." Haha, I'm old, and I'll have to rely on you in the future. ”

Zhao Ruoqian and He Xinnian stared at Han Feng deadly, if that gaze was a knife, they were afraid that Han Feng would have already been poked into a sieve. Han Feng naturally knew that the two of them had unkind faces, and he sneered faintly in his heart, secretly scolding the two of them for being stupid. After going to Jiangxing to help the matter, it was dangerous, and he helped the two of them rush forward, but the two of them didn't know it, so they couldn't help it.

After a birthday banquet, almost everyone knew that Old Man Yu of Windy City Huadu had a handsome and dashing Han Shi nephew, this Han Shi nephew could speak good ways, and he was about to become a hot figure in their business network.

There is no feast in the world.

When everyone dispersed, it was already time for the old man, and the old man Yu went back to the other house on the east bank to rest, and as soon as the cyclamen came, he said goodbye to Ruan Fatzi and Han Feng. Ruan Fatzi called two carriages, one carriage took Zhao and He back to their residence, and the other carriage was for him and Han Feng to sit together.

Han Feng knew that Ruan Fatzi would inevitably arrange to go to the dock tomorrow, so as soon as he got in the car, he put on a deaf ear and listened. Ruan Fatzi didn't do much nonsense, and directly took out the two things from his arms and handed them to Han Feng: "Put it away." ”

The two objects were a small brocade box and a small dagger.

Han Feng opened the brocade box first, and saw a stack of silver tickets neatly stacked in the box. At this time, the world was still mostly bought and sold in kind, but there were also rich houses in places like Windy City Huadu, where merchants were concentrated. It's not that Han Feng doesn't know silver tickets, but he also knows that a silver ticket is often hundreds of taels of silver, which is more than his entire net worth. He looked at Ruan Fatzi in a daze, but Ruan Fatman closed the brocade box again: "Look at it when you go home." There are many places where you spend money in Windy City, especially the Jiangxing Gang that you are about to go to...... You use these first, and then ask me to get them when they are not enough. ”

Han Feng didn't say anything, and instead pulled out the dagger. Distinguishing gold and iron is his old profession, flicking his fingers, only listening to the dagger "buzzing", which is obviously an excellent steel mouth: rigid and soft, full of toughness. This dagger would be sold for about a hundred taels of silver when placed outside, but it was still far from the cold iron sword.

He was used to using the cold iron sword, so he smiled and pushed the dagger back in front of Ruan Fatzi: "I'll take the money, and I won't use this." ”

Ruan Fatzi frowned, only feeling that the young man didn't know the height of the sky: "Silly brother, even if Master Yu paves the way for you, according to the rules, if you want to enter the Jiangxing Gang, you must first submit your name." I know you're good at kung fu, but getting a dagger is always out of the way. ”

Han Feng smiled again, rolled up his sleeves, revealing the cold iron sword tied with a cloth belt. When he was in the imperial capital before, he had already found someone to specially equip the cold iron sword with a snakeskin scabbard, but he was still used to tying the sword with the scabbard on his left arm on weekdays.

"I have a blade that I'm used to. ”

The fat man Ruan was still a little reluctant, but pulled out the dagger: "Brother, the steel mouth that my brother prepared for you is a good ......" But before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a cold light flashing in front of him, and before he heard a sound, the dagger was broken into two.

Han Feng returned his hand and inserted the cold iron sword back into the tied sheath, put down his sleeve, and smiled lightly without speaking.

Only then did Ruan Fatzi know that the other party had a sharp weapon hidden in his hand, and he laughed dryly: "Since that's the case, I'm relieved." In short, be careful tomorrow. ”

Han Feng heard something strange from the other party's words: Normally, shouldn't you tell him at this time to wish him success tomorrow or something? Be careful, what does this mean?

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The next morning, Wan Rou woke up Han Feng. Han Feng stretched his waist, looked at the morning light outside, and secretly wondered how long it had been since he had left the prodigal soldiers.

Wanrou was considerate and virtuous, and when she got up early in the morning, she prepared water for him to wash and make breakfast. Looking at the omelette and noodles on the table in the main room, Han Feng's heart warmed. He hadn't had a decent breakfast since his father died, and Wanrou was the first to give him the same feeling as home. Seeing her standing beside her with big eyes flashing, Han Feng hurriedly pulled her to sit down with her and asked, "Don't you just watch me eat, don't you eat yourself?"

Wanrou shook her head gently: "Everyone outside knows that I am your maid." Where is there a master and servant who eats at a table? ”

Han Feng said with a smile: "Who can see if you close the door to eat? Besides, if you sleep in the same bed at night, what about eating at the same table?"

Wanrou's little face turned red, and she squirmed for a while, and sat beside him to eat with him.

After eating, Han Feng took a punch in the courtyard, feeling that the lack of kung fu in the past two days had not affected his physical fitness, and he felt a little more confident about going to see Jiang Qi for a while. He checked the cold iron sword on his left arm again, and then he heard someone knocking on the door, and it was Ruan Fatzi who sent a carriage to take him to the docks.

Walk north along Qingjiang Creek, go out of the city from the north gate of the land route, and after walking for half an hour, there is the dock wharf. This wharf is completely different from the wharf on Qingjiang Creek, as far as the eye can see, there are all cargo ships, and all the people shuttling back and forth on the wharf are bare-chested men, and even the air is filled with a faint smell of sweat.

Zhao Ruoqian and He Jinnian had been waiting at the dock for a long time, and the difference from yesterday was that the two of them were wearing a short combat weapon today, without the style of a humble son, but like two ruffians.

Han Feng was still wearing the clothes of his son's brother, with a sky-blue outfit and a long robe. He stood in front of the two of them, contrasting them as if they were his own henchmen.

And the two of them didn't show a look of jealousy at this time, but seemed to be holding back a smile, as if they had made up their minds to see Han Feng's good show.

Mo said that with Bai Tong in his body, even if he only relied on his own ability, Han Feng was confident that he could beat the invincible opponents all over the dock with any clothes he wore. He put his hands behind his back and looked at the river, and saw that the small boats were like ants in the river, barely advancing in the waves, as small as a stumbling block.

After waiting for another cup of tea, the three of them saw three horses running in the direction of the city gate. There is a bunch of white hair on the top of the red horse, according to the horsemanship, this is the best "fire and night white" among the red horses, although the two horses behind do not have this divine horse, but they also have no miscellaneous hair on their bodies.

"Jiang Qiye!" Before the three horses could stop, Han Feng and Zhao He had already greeted them.

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