"If it was me in the past, maybe it would have declined."

Zhou Li sighed, sat on the Taishi chair, and said melancholy: "When did it become like this?" ”

"No, buddy, why have you changed your talking habits?"

Tang Wan on the side was puzzled.

"No, you don't understand."

Zhou Li looked at the huge red barrier above his head, and said slowly: "Day does not understand the darkness of night, this time, I am ready to change my style." ”

"Brute changed to livestock?"

Tang Guan calmly made her suggestion, and was subsequently beaten by Zhou Li.

"No, I've got a whole new idea."

Zhou Li pressed his knee against Tang Guan's back, didn't use too much force, and calmly analyzed: "If you hesitate, you will lose, and how many opportunities will be fleeting." This time it wasn't like Taiying, we had plenty of reaction time and preparation. It can be said that we are the ones who are not good. ”

"yes."

Zhuge Qing on the side sighed: "We have prepared for the Taiying at least four or five months in advance, and Taiying has our own help. Now it seems that the water in Anshan Castle is far more muddy than we thought. ”

"Two styles."

Zhou Liti slipped the teacup, squinted, and said softly:

"In Taiying, intrigues and intrigues are just side events, and the real confrontation is still carried out in the sun. Both King Han and Lady Golden Snake are trying to overwhelm everything with yang schemes. But Anshan is different, Han Shizhong is obviously hiding something, deliberately putting us on the opposite side of Huang Shilang. And Huang Shilang's methods are also treacherous and weird, and there is a high probability that they will not become our allies. ”

"So, Zhou Li has another way of saying that you stayed here, right?"

Tang Guan quickly realized something and said, "You didn't believe Han Shizhong at all. ”

"That's right."

Zhou Li nodded and said meaningfully: "Huang Shilang may not be a good thing, but Han Shizhong is even more untrustworthy. The mere fact that he didn't explain to me the existence of the Painted Skin Cult was enough to make me suspicious of him. ”

"Painting Skin...

Zhuge Qing on the side crossed his arms, and his green robe was particularly conspicuous under the red clouds. The white fingertips lightly tapped her arm, her eyes lowered slightly, and she said softly, "If the Painting Skin Sect is involved, many things will become wrong. ”

"So, neither side can be trusted."

Stretching out his hand, Zhou Li raised a finger, "The best lie is the truth, so I believe that Huang Shilang is most likely selling zombie slaves, and his zombie slaves are also likely to come from the wrong way." But Han Shizhong himself will not be a good person, he said that he wants to completely strangle Huang Shilang, and there is inevitably the possibility of killing people. ”

"You mean, Han Shizhong may also have used a zombie slave?"

Xu Xuan was stunned.

"The Fan family opened a casino to secretly play a game, and the harm was definitely more than a few zombie slaves. The Zhao family eats and asks for cards, and even the county government is red when there is a lot of oil and water. And do you really think that a shady thing like a zombie slave will make more money than a stable human slave? ”

Zhou Li looked at the stunned bangs on the side, and asked, "Brother Haizhu, have you ever been to Anshan?" ”

"I... I am from Anshan. ”

Liu Haizhu came back to his senses just now, he just sighed that Zhou Liming came to Anshan for the first time, but he touched the water in Anshan with just a few words, and it was even clearer than himself in a sense.

"What is your impression of this Han Shizhong?"

Zhou Li asked.

"Average."

Scratching his head, Liu Haizhu said with some hesitation: "This Han Shizhong has indeed done a lot of facts, building roads, building bridges, building wonders, and setting up the Anshan security team, and everyone here has a good impression of him." But in fact, as long as you know a little bit, you will know that this Han Shizhong is also really greedy. Whether it is the Fan family's casino Qinglou or Huang Shilang's slave trade, they all have some lives and black money, but as long as they pay tribute to Han Shizhong, these things will be over in the end. ”

"Originally, this is a very stable industrial chain. The four major families made money and shared the profits with Han Shizhong, who spent the money in Anshan, which not only improved his political performance but also improved his image, and Anshan developed, and the four families made money. ”

After Zhou Li finished speaking, Xu Xuan, who had been lying on the table, said a little confused: "Alas? Isn't that great? ”

"No, it's not good at all."

Shaking his head, Tang Guan on the side spoke: "The four major families make money, and Han Shizhong also makes money, so someone will definitely lose." In addition to the four major families in Anshan, there are only ordinary people left, so it is the civilians who lose in the end. ”

"The levy and taxes in Anshan are indeed much higher than in other places."

Nodding, Liu Haizhu smashed his mouth and said: "I repair the carriage here, and a carriage has to hand over twenty copper plates for ninety copper plates, which is still exempted by the government to see that I am a cultivator." And if it is an ordinary person with household registration in Anshan, he must serve at least three months of forced labor every year. But don't say it, the conscripts in Anshan have wages and take care of food, which is already good. ”

"So."

Zhou Li narrowed his eyes and said softly: "There are so many things, there are only so many people, but the money is so rich, you say, is this thing normal?" ”

"Mountain gods?"

As soon as Zhou Li said this, Tang Guan immediately thought of the poor mountain god who was blown up by himself and Zhou Li's dung.

"Not necessarily, it may also be that Anshan's steel resources are too rich, rich enough to allow the city to suck blood from the outside world, which is possible. I'm just used to thinking about the worst of people, you know, I'm a good person. ”

After saying a word that everyone didn't understand too much, Zhou Li took a deep breath and slowly took out the dagger in the picture. He looked at the setting sun outside the window and said slowly: "This time, I am ready to change my thinking and change my play. ”

"What's the way to play?"

Xu Xuan asked.

"Brother Haizhu, do you like to think?"

Zhou Li turned his head, and a half-tense smile appeared on his face.

"That's definitely not a dislike."

With a wave of his hand, Liu Haizhu said decisively: "My master said that it is better for me not to use my brain, at least my feeling is still very accurate if I don't use my brain." ”

"So, this time we're going to play it differently."

According to common sense, Zhou Li should now continue to engage in his intrigues, survey the Anshan biogas digester, find the blasting point, and integrate the fighting style. But this time, Zhou Li did not do these necessary preconditions, on the contrary, he wanted to make a decision that even Tang Guan did not expect.

Fight.

Fight at a point in time that no one expected.

It was night, but there was no silence.

Anshan is like a huge furnace, not only tempering steel, but also tempering Anshan people. For the people of Anshan, quiet sleep is like a fantasy, almost impossible. Whether it is the vibration sound of the Anshan furnace as it maintains the barrier, or the continuous forging sound in the ironmaking area in the western part of the city, the city has lost the silence of the night.

But the loss of silence is just a trouble for mud-legged people, and this kind of thing is not even a problem for many rich men in Anshan. At the door of Zhao's mansion, two men in cotton robes lit up the talisman covering the courtyard wall, felt the quiet ears, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It has to be the head of the house."

The tall man twisted his neck and said with palpitations: "A few days ago, I went to the north of the city to get the account book, and lived in that broken place for two nights. ”

"Then what about you?"

The short man waved his hand and said happily: "Our Zhao Mansion's set of silent spells, just the rune paper cost 150,000 taels of silver, plus those few talismans used to block mud legs, the entire courtyard wall is no less than 600,000 taels of silver. This is the first construction fee, and you have to give 10,000 taels of filial piety money to those Fu Master every year, otherwise, no one will care about you. ”

"Ten thousand taels, that's many."

The tall man pinched his teeth and exclaimed, "How many years do I have to earn this?" ”

"Other people's talisman masters can draw a talisman casually and kill people like us, and you dare to compare with others."

The short man leaned against the base of the wall, looking at the group of simplely dressed and dusty workers outside the door, a disdainful smile appeared on his face, "But the two of us are still better than the lives of this group of mud-legged people, at least let's look at the courtyard gate, and we have a salary of more than ten taels a month." It's not like this group of things, they have been busy all year long, and they can't even save half a copper, heh. ”

"Is the salary so low?"

A voice of exclamation rang out.

"Salary? You say wages. ”

With a wave of his hand, the short man said disdainfully: "The salary is also a lot, can you keep it?" If you are diligent and fast in a month, you can earn seven or eight taels, and there is a fart? If you don't want to get gray lung disease, you have to honor the steward of our Zhao family and buy some dust cloth to cover your face. If you want to save this money and end up with gray lung disease, you will be guaranteed a dead ball for three months. ”

"Dust cloth? There's a profit on that thing, too. ”

"You don't care if he has a profit or not, the government notified it that year, our dust cloth is the only good product that can be purchased, and the others are counterfeit and shoddy."

"Is it really a fake?"

"That's definitely not ah, how many processes can a broken dust cloth have? How can things that can be made at home be counterfeit and shoddy. But if you wear someone else's dust cloth and die in the mine that the Zhao family is taking care of, isn't it our Zhao family going to lose money? Therefore, if you don't buy our Zhao family's dust cloth, you can't wear the cloth to the mine, whether you live or die. ”

"Yo, then our dust cloth is quite expensive."

"It's not expensive, it's monthly. This is what the eldest lady of our Zhao family learned from a place called Beiliang, pay three taels of silver a month, and you can go to the mine with a dust cloth. In fact, to put it bluntly, this is the poor ghosts of Kana ordering oil and water, even if they know, what can they do? Nine out of ten mines in Anshan are watched by the Zhao family, and if they dare not pay, they will get gray lung disease. ”

"Oh, then this Zhao family is quite a beast."

"Don't say it, it's really..."

Suddenly turned his head and looked at the masked man smiling beside him, as well as the tall man beside him who had already passed out, and the short man's face changed.

Rumble.

was directly pressed to the ground by the shoulder, and the neck was also pressed against the knee, and as long as he used a little force, he couldn't breathe. The short man struggled desperately, but he was no match for the masked man.

"Okay, don't struggle, you will understand what's going on when I ask you questions from the beginning, pretend to be confused and tired, don't pretend."

The masked man stretched out his hand, patted the face of the Zhao family guard, and said with a smile: "Pretending, I'll tear off your ** and stuff it into your **." ”

Vicious men!!

The turbulent waves in his heart were set off, and the man was terrified at this time. His teeth chattered, and he trembled like chaff, "You, who are you, you dare to break into the courtyard of the Zhao family, are you crazy?" What about the talismans? Why isn't the talisman activated?! ”

took out the dagger, and with a swipe of his hand, a strange trace with a silver glow appeared in front of the man. Out of it was the talisman that had been placed in the doorway, along with a piece of wood scraps. The masked man took out the talisman, looked at it, shook his head, and said disdainfully:

"The garbage thing is not as good as a hair drawn by the Taoist."

The masked man then crushed the talisman, scattering the scraps of the talisman paper on the man's head. He looked at the shivering guard, who seemed to realize something, grinned, and pulled out a token.

Jin Yiwei.

"Do you like heads?"

The masked boyfriend asked kindly.

Although the man doesn't understand what the elimination is, the head must understand. Originally, he was afraid of the power of the Zhao family and planned to kill him, but when he saw Jinyiwei's waist card, he chose not to die.

Because Jin Yiwei will really kill him, he will take his family with him.

Looking at the man who shook his head again and again, a satisfied smile appeared on the face of the masked man under the mask. He grabbed the back of the other's neck, pressed it against the wall beside him, and asked:

"Which courtyard does your Zhao family's master live in?"

It's broken, rushing to the old man.

There was a sudden pang in his heart, and the man knew at this time that he had met today, and he had met a plague god. The three words Jin Yiwei belong to the famous people and the Lingqi world, not to mention the Jin Yiwei that the Zhao family encountered. Thinking about the bad side, Jin Yiwei is estimated to be coming to give the Zhao family a head-to-head bow competition.

At best, the bad side may actually happen.

However, I can't betray the Zhao family.

As if he had made up his mind, the man jerked his head up, and then the pink handkerchief was smeared.

"In... In the main house of Qingzhu Garden. ”

The man collapsed at the base of the wall as if he had lost all strength. And the masked brocade guard seemed to be very satisfied with this result, clapped his hands, stood up, and asked casually:

"What about Zhao Yun?"

"Miss... It's been years since I came back. ”

As if he had lost his soul, the man murmured, "She came back from Beiliang a few years ago... I had a big fight with the master... After staying for a while, I left... She said that she was going to Changshan Shijiazhuang to learn marksmanship and seek justice from her friend, and she never came back. ”

The masked man was stunned for a moment, and the fun in his eyes suddenly became much less and a little more melancholy. He sighed and whispered to himself:

"Still so stupid."

Glancing at the limp man on the ground, the masked man only asked a few inconsequential questions before throwing him aside. After a moment, he raised his head and looked at the main house of Qingzhuyuan not far away, and a bright smile appeared on his face under the mask.

Zhao Xin, you'd better have a famous sword. (End of chapter)