Chapter 208: Disgust

It's not that the Yunliang Pavilion that Jiuchen wants can't provide.

But what Song Shimiao wanted, Jiuchen didn't dare to make a decision easily.

"I can't do anything about this, Mr. Song might as well consider something else?"

Song Shimiao shook his head: "That's it, then the wine dust boy will find another way." ”

After the words fell, he got up and left, without bringing his head back, and there was no room for negotiation at all.

After all, Jiuchen is not as scheming as Song Shimiao, and when he saw him like this, he was a little anxious.

"Mr. Song, I really can't do anything about this, if you are sincere in trading with me, at least give me some time to think about it."

Song Shimiao turned around with a smile: "Okay, please take care of yourself, you know where to find me." ”

When Song Shimiao left, Jiuchen sat back a little deflated.

The blows he has suffered in his life have not been as much as those suffered by Lai Dalan these days.

In a place full of human spirits like clear water, he can always get what he wants.

How wrong it is here, what to do is not smooth.

Father said that Dalan is a place where people can hone their minds, and it seems that there is some truth.

Li Jiuchen thought of his father, and he was even more mourned, and he heard Ah Yuan say that the negotiations in the palace did not go well.

That's why he needs the information he provides, but he is stuck here.

This Song Shimiao really dared to ask for the formula of the firearm, forgetting why the two countries were at odds with each other.

This thing has never even been successful in Dalan's sainthood, how dare he open up to himself.

Rui Xue had already sensed that something was wrong, and what Zhao Fengnian had told her was obviously a secret technique of iron smelting.

Why did Song Shimiao change his words and say that he wanted the formula for firearms.

I thought it was so easy to get.

Using the information of Dalan's financial taxation to exchange the firearm formula of Bishui, what do you think, it's crazy.

People point to this protector, how can they take it out casually.

Don't fight over this stuff again.

Jiuchen looked at Ruixue in a daze, and reached out to poke her.

"It seems that you really don't know Mr. Song's purpose, and you are also frightened by him. Don't say I don't have this thing, even if I do, I don't dare to allow him casually. ”

Ruixue came back to her senses: "You don't really plan to consult with your father. ”

The wine dust slumped down his shoulders, looking weak.

"How is it possible, you can't mention this matter to him, you can't imagine how much he hates Dalan. If it weren't for the overall situation, I wouldn't have come here. ”

Ruixue didn't know how to comfort Jiuchen, got up and patted him on the shoulder.

I'm going to ask Song Shimiao what it means.

She was a little angry, why didn't Zhao Fengnian tell the truth to herself, and at the same time, she felt that Zhao Fengnian was not so stupid.

Knowing what to come, and asking Song Shimiao to ask for it, isn't this asking for hardship, and it's too much.

This man is really incomprehensible, if he really wants to live with him in the future, how many brain cells he will have to die.

Seeing that Ruixue was about to leave, Jiuchen was pitiful, blinking at her.

"Cousin, since you can't talk to Mr. Song, why don't I talk to you."

Rui Xue shook her head: "I don't have the ability of Yunliang Pavilion, I can't get you the things you want." ”

Jiuchen tilted his head to look at her, and he didn't know if it was a joke or serious, so he said out of tune.

"Alas~! Don't be presumptuous, cousin. As he spoke, he stretched out his palm towards Ruixue.

"You help me this time, my cousin won't treat you badly, how about this number."

Ruixue looked at Li Jiuchen's slender fingers and swallowed her saliva.

"Five hundred taels?"

Li Jiuchen grinned and squeezed his eyes at Ruixue.

Secretly, fortunately I didn't report the number, I saved four thousand five hundred taels, this girl is too small, so underestimate the richest man in Bishui, five hundred taels, not enough for his pocket money for half a month.

Ruixue's eyes lit up, and she almost nodded and agreed, five hundred taels, enough for them to eat in Ningwangfu for half a year.

But this set was originally given to Li Jiu by her and Zhao Fengnian.

She still doesn't know what Song Shimiao and Zhao Fengnian mean, and it's not good to agree to Li Jiuchen on her own.

Money is a trivial matter, and Zhao Fengnian did it mainly not for himself.

He shook his head a little distressedly, and didn't look at Li Jiuchen's five fingers.

"I'm just an intermediary, I'm a professional person, don't tempt me to make mistakes. It's okay to help you go to Song Shimiao and say peace, and you don't have to do this business with you. ”

Li Jiuchen got up and pressed Rui Xue's shoulder, his expression a little serious.

"I'm serious, I didn't plan to have anything to do with Yunliang Pavilion in the first place, I know you don't like to talk about blood, but after all, half of you are from Bishui."

"What kind of life do Bishui people live in Dalan, you know better than me in your heart, this matter is very important to Bishui, and it is the same for the people of Dalan, you have the ability to help, why not."

Rui Xue sneered: "You don't have to kidnap me morally, I don't have a moral bottom line." You all have your own goals, and so do I. I don't care what others do, just don't make me unhappy. ”

The words fell and opened the hand that Li Jiuchen put on his shoulder and left.

On the way back, Song Shimiao was squatting at the base of the wall waiting for her, and when he saw her coming, he hurriedly got up to greet her.

"What's the matter, isn't that kid confused?"

Rui Xuebai glanced at him: "This is not quite the same as what we said yesterday, don't talk about him, I am completely stunned by you." What do you and Zhao Fengnian mean, can't you talk to me in advance? ”

Song Shimiao lowered his head and whispered a few words to Rui Xue, and Rui Xue glanced at him with some disgust.

"Why bother, my heart is too bad."

Song Shimiao took a step back and waved his hand at Ruixue: "Don't look at me, this is not my idea." ”

Rui Xue was a little surprised: "No, Zhao Fengnian is not that kind of person, and he didn't offend him because of the wine dust." ”

Song Shimiao smiled a little ambiguously: "What kind of person do you think Zhao Fengnian is, Li Jiuchen didn't offend him, but didn't he offend you?" ”

Ruixue shook her head, a little incredulous.

After thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was very reasonable, and Zhao Fengnian seemed to be a little cautious.

For such a trivial matter, torturing wine dust is a little unkind.

"Oh, don't be smiling, now it's okay, can you talk to him properly."

Song Shimiao put away the smile on his face: "I know in my heart, you can go busily." ”

After Song Shimiao finished speaking, Rui Xue also walked to the courtyard where she lived and admonished again.

"Li Jiuchen is actually not bad, don't fix him, it's about to be the New Year, hurry up and finish things, everyone has a good New Year."

Turned around and went into the courtyard to see Rong Niang.

Lao Yao cleaned his hands and was about to give Rong Niang an injection, took the fake death medicine, and stiffened for three days, if he didn't dredge the blood for her, it would affect his actions in the future.

(End of chapter)