Zuyang City, Zhongzhou, outside the Dachong Embassy.

The building of this wolf barbarian in Xinhan is located in the downtown of the city, the men and women of the Xia nationality come and go on the road, there are steam cars with the roar of the steam engine speeding by, and the traditional pavilions of Zhuxia on both sides of the street are lined up, a prosperous scene.

It is now summer, and it is noon again, the scorching sun is quite hot, and the black and thin young man of the Xia tribe in short clothes is panting and is staring at the human-powered tricycle under his feet and riding forward.

It's not far from the Dachong Embassy.

"Huhuhu......"

Listening to this person's violent roar, the slightly chubby middle-aged Xia clan who was sitting in the car in a tweed coat flashed a slight unbearable look in his eyes, and he spoke:

"Okay, I've got a lot of money for you, so stop."

As he spoke, he took out three silver pieces from his bosom and handed them to the coachman.

"Thank you...... Thank you, uncle! ”

The coachman, who was wearing short clothes and selling physical strength to eat, stopped the car and got off the ground, bent over and panting, took the passenger's fare, and said with great gratitude.

A trace of contempt flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he said as if unintentionally:

"Little brother, your physical strength is not good, why is this fare so expensive, and you haven't run far."

The coachman finally relieved himself, raised his swarthy and immature face, and said:

"Huh? Uncle, aren't they all at this price? ”

The middle-aged man was amused, and he laughed angrily:

"I've been to Dachong, and the fare there is only about 30% of what you do, and according to the distance you run, you will be charged a silver horn at most in Dachong."

Yinjiao is the currency of Dachong, and Yinwen is the currency of Xinhan, and the materials used in the two are the same, and the price is almost the same.

"Huh? Uncle, I haven't been to Dachong, that's how we charge the fare here, according to what you said, the chauffeur of Dachong is not going to die poor. ”

"Not necessarily, Da Chong's price is cheaper."

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and asked again:

"I'll give you the full fare before you get to your destination, how about you answer me a few questions?"

"Okay, uncle, you say!"

"How much does your rice cost?"

"Uh...... It's about twenty pounds of silver. ”

The coachman pondered for a moment.

"You see, the price of rice in Dachong is generally around thirty catties of silver horns."

The middle-aged man became even more proud in his heart, and continued to ask:

"And what about the price of your flour?"

"Well, I just bought flour the day before yesterday, and the price at that time was ten catties of silver."

"Look, the price of your stuff is almost half as expensive as Da Chongna!"

The middle-aged man pretended to be amazed.

The childish black thin coachman looked at the guest blankly, this person had just given the money after all, although he didn't understand what this person was talking about, he still took the conversation and asked:

"Well, uncle, how much does the big chong coachman get in every month?"

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes and said:

"Twenty silver horns."

"Poof......

The thin black driver almost burst out laughing, and he said with a broken laugh:

"Your Excellency...... I'm ...... a month About sixty silver letters. ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he was startled, and the contempt he had just given birth to disappeared without a trace, and he quickly asked:

"And what about you coolie workers?"

"It's about thirty silver pieces a month, but they cover food and lodging."

"What about the watchmakers?"

"The master of the small workshop earns about fifty or sixty yuan of silver a month, and it looks similar to us, but they are technical work, and it is much easier than us to sell physical strength.

Speaking of which, the black-faced little brother reacted:

"Uncle, are you from Da Chong?"

"No, I'm from Yunzhou, I just came back from Dachong Running Business some time ago, and when I came to Zuyang City for the first time, I feel that the price of things is so expensive."

The middle-aged man smiled reluctantly.

"Oh, there may be some differences between the price in Yunzhou and this, uncle, do you have anything else to ask?"

"No, you can go."

"Okay!"

Hearing this, the little brother stepped on the tricycle and went slowly.

Looking at the back of the coachman, the middle-aged man could no longer control the consternation in his heart, and looked at the back of the coachman's brother blankly.

"How is that possible? The monthly income of the Xinhan people is three times that of the Dachong people? ”

"The price of things is more expensive, so the things they can buy in their monthly income are twice as much as those of Da Chongren!"

This middle-aged man had a skeptical expression on his face, he was indeed a person from Xinhan just sent by Da Chong, and he didn't know anything about Xinhan, so he suddenly knew some of the situation, and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"No, I'm from the government, stop it, I can't think about it!"

The man shook his head violently, turned and walked towards the Great Chong Embassy.

The embassy was surrounded by a tall stone wall, and it looked very rough, leaving only a large iron gate as a passage in and out, and he walked to the door without speaking, and the guards recognized him.

"Wait, the steam engine at the gate is a little out of order, it will be slowed down."

The guards in the gatehouse behind the wall opened the window and shouted to him.

"It's okay, it's okay to wait."

He responded with a smile.

After a while, there was a tooth-sour steam engine running sound, and with a little "stinging, stinging", the big iron door slowly opened.

Hearing this harsh sound, the middle-aged man only felt that his scalp was numb and his nails ached faintly, so he ignored the guards and ran in quickly.

In the embassy, this man walked to a room and knocked lightly.

"Come in."

A deep male voice immediately came from inside.

The middle-aged man hurriedly pushed open the door and walked in, saluting the two adults behind the door:

"I've seen Lord Yan Dawen."

The two middle-aged people behind this door, one of them is looking forward to himself, and the other is like a heavy jujube and five official officials, it is Yan Jingzhi and Wen Dansheng, the warlocks of the Spiegel Inspector.

Yan Jingzhi, the inspector of the Eight Grades of the Spiegel Prison, immediately asked:

"How's it going?"

"Back to the adults, the little one waited for more than a dozen trains to enter the station at the train station, and finally saw a lot of people on the register in one of them!"

As he spoke, the man took out a document from his bosom and handed it over.

Yan Jingzhi opened it, and there were many portraits and names of the characters on it.

It is the roster of the wealthy Xia businessmen who disappeared in Jinmen Port and their relatives.

At this time, there were already many marks on the roster, and he looked carefully and raised his head and asked:

"Anything else you have discovered?"

"My lord, it's gone."

Yan Jingzhi nodded slightly and ordered:

"Well done, if there is any place to spend money along the way, ask the museum to settle it for you."

"Thank you, sir!"

There is room for making money by making false reports, and this person went with a smile and a thousand thanks.

"Hmph, there are so many big things in Jinmen Port in one day, all the people of Dachong who disappeared that day appeared in this Zuyang City, and the matter of Jinmen Port was really done by the Xinhan traitor!"

Seeing that his subordinates had gone out, Wen Dansheng, who had long been unable to hold back the anger in his heart, suddenly said hatefully.

Yan Jingzhi nodded in agreement:

"With so many coincidences happening on the same day, it can't be a coincidence. It's just Dansheng, you still have to refrain from it, this is the hinterland of the Xinhan Dynasty, and the task given to us by the imperial court is to find out who is behind the Jinmen Port incident, it is best to have evidence, and remember not to startle the snake. ”

"Later, you and I will go and react to the matter with Ambassador Wanyan first."

"Brother Yan, I understand, so in your opinion, where do we start to investigate this matter?"

The middle-aged man with tiger eyes pointed to the roster in his hand and smiled bitterly:

"There are no clues at the moment, we can only start with those rich businessmen and their entourage, maybe they will know something."