After staying on Lin Forty-seventh Street for two days, Ning Que took a turn around the city square, looking for any interesting news from Chang'an. Then he found out that Zhang Yiqi's death did not cause much commotion. On the contrary, it only caused gossip and rumors among the civilians of Chang'an. Different versions of what actually happened that night at the side door of the brothel have been created, but unfortunately most of them have to do with the censor's death and his fierce wife.

As Ning Que expected, the fierce and determined wife in the censor's mansion is making a big fuss about the local government of Chang'an at the moment. However, the House of Red Sleeves was only asked to close for a day after the incident. Although the imperial court does not seem to have reached a conclusion on the case, basically, they all believe that there is nothing suspicious about the censor's death.

On the third day, Ning Que knew that he should go to the Red Sleeves Mansion to have a look, otherwise his sudden disappearance would make the ladies of the brothel, including the maid Xiaocao, suspicious.

This time, he decided to bring Sang-sang. Sangsang tied his hair up and hid it under his hat. Then she changed into Ning Que's old cotton clothes. Without further transformation, her black-toned face looked ordinary, like an inconspicuous manservant.

"It's not raining today, so why bother trying to get attention?" He pointed to the big black umbrella that Sangsang was carrying behind him.

Sangsang shook his head and insisted on his decision. Ning Que ignored her, because he knew that she was just worried that something bad would happen to Zhang Yiqi after his death. She believed that bringing a black umbrella would protect them both.

However, he never expected that the moment the two of them stepped out of the door of the old brush shop, a group of people blocked their way.

This group is mainly made up of strong men. Their muscular, broad chests and a few strands of black chest hair were revealed, shining in the sunlight, depicting how fierce and strong they were. Not far from them were two runners from the local government of Chang'an, standing under a tree looking in their direction, without any expression on their faces. This clearly proves that these strong men were sent by the local government of Chang'an.

Sangsang seemed to be vigilant, she subconsciously stretched out her right hand behind her and held the middle of the big black umbrella tightly. Ning Que was not nervous, he stared at the two local government runners standing under the tree. He noticed that the other party was not holding handcuffs or metal chains, and somewhat guessed the background of these strong men.

The leader of the group of strong men looked to be about thirty years old, and instead of rushing into the old brush shop to attack and rob as Ning Que expected, he politely greeted him with his palms and fists. Then he whispered, "I thought you were the young boss here?" I came once a few days ago but you weren't around, so I couldn't discuss something with you.

Ning Que leaned his body to the side and glanced at Sang Sang. Just as he was about to ask her for advice, it occurred to him that she had indeed told him about it. Then he turned to the man and replied, "Can I know what's going on?"

"I'm sure, sir, you should know by now why you're the only shop on Lin 47th Street. The man then continued to list the conditions directly, "I will buy your shop contract immediately for 200 taels of silver, and you go elsewhere to find a store." If there are any losses during the transaction, you can also tell me, as long as it is a reasonable price that we are willing to pay. However, we have only one request, and that is... We need you to move now.

The conditions are really attractive. Ning Que said with emotion, he stared at the group of men in front of him. In fact, Chang'an is the most generous region in the world, so much so that they even offer such tempting conditions to drive people away.

Ning Que looked at the man seriously and said, "I have to admit that your conditions are not bad.

The man replied with a smile: "I serve the government, so naturally I have to handle things beautifully." Young master, to be honest, money is not a problem for the imperial court, that is, there is no need for me to keep too many kickbacks. If you agree to move out, the price is still negotiable. In any case, we want to make everyone happy.

The price is fair, even beyond the realm of reasonableness to some extent. If Ning Que closes the old brush shop and moves away, he will kill people and not suffer losses. At the same time, he understands that his shop is being treated as a small thing by the owner. Although insignificant, it can give him strength when the owner negotiates with the government. Otherwise, this little shop wouldn't be worth that much money.

He subconsciously glanced at Sangsang, intending to detect her opinion. Still, her little face was as dazed as ever, and it was hard to tell if she agreed. Then he thought of the big middle-aged boss, who walked into his shop with a sword at his waist on the day they opened for business, and felt that something unusual about it.

The man glanced at Ning Que a few times, frowned and asked, "Boss, whether you agree or not, at least you should say something."

Ning Que approached the man, smiled and lowered his voice. "Brother, I'm from a small place. So I'm just wondering, if I say no, what are you going to do next? ”

If these words came from the pot-bellied shopkeeper, probably the man would have taken this as a challenge to him and slapped them. However, because of his young age and Ning Que's modest attitude, he was only stunned for a moment before he carefully explained. "Things like dumping a lot of trash in front of a store or throwing bricks at midnight are naturally unavoidable. If you continue to provoke us, it's hard to say whether we'll secretly pollute the well in your storeyard. You know, we do it for a living.

Ning Que stiffened slightly when he heard this answer, and sighed silently in his heart. "If there is a bright moon in the sky of the Tang Empire, then the moonlight shines in the same way now as it did in the past."

Obviously, these guys who besieged the old brush shop were all villains who were hanging out in the world of rivers and lakes, and they worked for the logistics department of the Chang'an local government and the Ministry of Taxation, so they were difficult to deal with. Ning Que knew very well that although their attitude was good at the moment, no one knew how evil they would be if he insisted on not moving out. It wasn't the bad guys who scared him. The problem is, he just killed the examiner, and moreover, he will take the college entrance exam in about twenty days. As a result, he found it difficult to refuse these conditions because he was unwilling to bring himself into trouble during that period.

At this moment, there was a dense sound of footsteps on Lin 47th Street, followed by a man's shrill voice, his words were extremely sour and sarcastic, indicating some ruthlessness and indifference.

"Littering? Throwing bricks? Contaminated wells? Who gave you bastards the courage to do this? Or have you done it on Lin 47th Street? If so, I don't know how your hand is still on your wrist.

A group of men dressed in indigo came from the other side of the street. The man who spoke just now was slender, with thin eyebrows and eyes, a sharp voice, and his indigo clothes fluttering in the wind, as if hanging on bamboo.

He walked to the door of the old brush shop, bowed to Ning Que, then turned to those villains, and mocked: "A bastard like you, who can't even lift his head in the Southern Regions, should dare to force others to move!" As for the things I'm talking about, which one do you dare to do? Aren't you afraid that I will break your legs?

A trace of timidity could be caught on the face of the man who was bargaining with Ning Que just now. However, glancing at those local government runners under the tree behind him, he gathered his heart again and sneered: "Mr. Qi, we must make it clear that we don't do those things not because we are afraid, but because they are dirty. Now that the young boss is understanding and considerate, there is no need for us to do so.

Mr. Qi raised his head and spat at the man's feet. "Phew! Gu Xiaoqiong, shut up! But Lin Forty-seventh Street belongs to our eldest brother, how can you bastards pretend to be so decent here?

Gu Xiaoqiong stretched her neck and shouted, "What do you want?" I negotiated with the young boss legally and did not threaten him with knives and sticks. I will pay for his lease contract. What's going on? If you can prove that I violated the Tang Law, then we will go to the Chang'an local government for trial!

Mr. Qi snorted again, then turned around and bowed to Ning Que, and said, "Young Master, your agreement to open a shop here is in itself a sign of respect for our three thousand brothers. Feel free to continue your business here. Whoever dares to harm you, I will cut off his head to make amends for you.