Lai Shaoqing laughed.

"The originally locked door of the world's wealth has been opened, the old man of the Shao family is still there, the Shao family still wants to eat as much as they want, eat which piece they want, what is the second cotton spinning factory, how is it worth going to other people's bowls to grab food so rudely? I'm afraid that you don't want to be a tiger skin, you want to benefit yourself! ”

He walked to his grandfather, leaning back on the sofa, and his whole body seemed unusually relaxed, as if he was just chatting about something inconsequential.

"This is Jincheng!"

I simply replied to this sentence, took a small handful of tea leaves that I took from Huang Xuanran for the first time, made a small pot, put it on the coffee table, poured a cup, and made a gesture of invitation to Shaoqing.

The fragrance of tea is fragrant, almost intoxicating.

Lai Shaoqing picked up the teacup, put it on the end of his nose and sniffed it gently, and praised: "Good tea!" ”

took a small sip and praised: "Good! ”

Then he raised his eyes to look at me, his gaze moved from my face to Lu Chenyin's face, and then moved back, and said: "When I was thirteen years old in the fiftyties, I cut wood and carried water in Laojunguan every day to cultivate myself and refine qi. One day, the master suddenly told me that the world had changed, and I could no longer stay in the mountains, so I had to go out and see. The two of us stayed in the mountain city for a while, and then went to the capital, and watched the public trial meeting of the head of the trial of the Taoist Association. That was the first time I met Huang Yuanjun. ”

With that, he paused and took another sip of tea.

It's just a small sip, and it looks a little reluctant to drink.

After holding it in his mouth for a while, he swallowed it, let out a long breath, and said: "The mother tree of this tea was struck by lightning ten years ago, and since then there is no new tea in the world. ”

He stroked the small wooden sword on his head, which was used as a hairpin.

I glanced in the direction of the windowsill.

The three-pillar incense stick is a lot shorter than Laishaoqing, and before entering the house.

The incense in the middle flickered and flickered.

I put my hand in my pocket.

There is a big net house money here, which I brought with me before going to Kuncheng, and it didn't come in handy.

If I do, I'll use it as soon as I can.

Lu Chenyin's hand was still on the long package, and his fingers slowly contracted.

The three-flowered cat was originally shrunk behind the sofa, but at this moment, the kung fu ran to Lu Chenyin's feet, bowed his spine and glared at Lai Shaoqing, and the hair on his whole body exploded.

Lai Shaoqing looked at the three-flowered cat, laughed, and put down the hand that touched the wooden sword.

"At that time, Huang Yuanjun was sitting on the rostrum, and her position was a little off, but I noticed her at a glance, although she was wearing the same military uniform as everyone else, but there was a mysterious aura that only we cultivators could see.

I said to the master, "Look, master, there's a fairy there."

But the master said to me, it was not a fairy, it was Huang Yuanjun of the High Heavenly Temple, such as the first-class cultivator under the bottom today.

My master also said that Gao Tianguan is too paranoid, and always wants to kill all the foreign ways in the world, and every host will try his best to influence the court's handling of foreign ways. Now that Huang Yuanjun does not take advantage of the country's great fortune as a Taoist priest to reach the top, his impact on the people of the world will far exceed that of Wu Duming, the lord of the high heaven during the Qianlong Dynasty, entered Beijing to promote the compilation of the imperial court and the Taoist orthodoxy.

But as long as this path is still there, there will be people to cultivate it, and as long as there are people who cultivate, there will be foreign way warlocks.

This foreign warlock is like a weed, and he can't kill it endlessly.

Huang Yuanjun has been promoting the killing technique of slashing in the capital for nearly 30 years, and thousands of foreign warlocks have been shot in public trials across the country, which can be called the first murder since the establishment of Gaotianguan.

But aren't these foreign warlocks everywhere now?

It's just useless to do it, but the inheritance of the righteous path lineage is almost severed one by one.

Before the reopening of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, there were only a few old monks left, and there was no one who could complete the recitation, and Buddhism and martial arts had to go back to the folk to collect, and Wudang was almost like this, how could a miserable word go?

In the battle between the Taoist system and the outside, Huang Yuanjun is really too much meritorious.

In the seventy-sixth year, she left the capital, and all the Taoists all over the world breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this bitter day that had not been seen from the beginning to the end had finally come to an end.

But today, I see that although Huang Yuanjun has retired, the mind of this high heavenly view has not changed, but he has to start over in another way.

At the Seventy-Two Veins Investment Conference, if Gao Tianguan wants to occupy the position of the main envoy, he has to take out real money, no wonder Huang Yuanjun will also put down his body and let Gao Tianguan participate in this kind of forcible grabbing. ”

Lai Shaoqing took out a sticker and put it on the coffee table, and slowly pushed it in front of the two of us.

This is the announcement issued by Huang Xuanran, and the various veins are handled by me on behalf of the High Heavenly Observatory to deal with the affairs of the world.

I understood, Lai Shaoqing misunderstood, thinking that I was meddling in the affairs of the Second Cotton Spinning Factory on behalf of Gao Tianguan, and this was to see me and Lu Chenyin as a disciple of Lao Junguan, "You are not here on behalf of Qiu Gongzi?" ”

Lai Shaoqing said: "Gongzi Qiu is trusting the relationship and wants to talk to the Shao family." Before the words were spoken, coming to you was tantamount to stretching your neck to be slaughtered, how could you send someone to come directly. You're right, this is Jincheng, don't say that he has a surname of Qiu, even those big yamen have to worship the big Buddha of Old Man Shao when they get here. He didn't have the courage to compete with the Shao family, but he was reluctant to get this piece of fat, he had already spent a lot of money to get the export quota, and when the time came, together with the second cotton spinning factory, he would double the earnings! The next family has been almost found, and I can't bear to let it go. ”

These sons of Yanai just want to make quick money and smart money, how can they really take this factory in their hands and run it well?

Start at a low price, sell at a high price, and earn the difference in the middle, which is their reason.

Therefore, Qiu Gongzi needs the cooperation of Bi Zhemin, the factory director, to make the value of the factory as low as possible, and the less money is spent, the better.

Now that the Shao family has come forward, Bi Zhemin has not been able to grasp it, and if he doesn't bow his head, he can only tear his face with the Shao family.

But now it seems that he doesn't have the courage, I overestimated this Qiu Gongzi before.

I asked, "Did he talk to the Shao family?" ”

Lai Shaoqing said: "I caught Shao Weijiang, but Shao Weijiang kept dragging him, didn't meet, and didn't give permission." ”

I couldn't help laughing, and in front of Lai Shaoqing, I took out my mobile phone and dialed Shao Weijiang.

The phone rang for a while before it was answered.

Not only was the music loud in the microphone, but there were also a number of people shouting loudly.

"Hello? Who, what the hell is this hairy phone call, I don't know if your Grandpa Shao is happy? ”

"Young Master Shao, I'm Zhou Cheng!"

"What's the matter...... Hey, hey, Mr. Zhou, didn't you go to Kuncheng? ”

"I came back yesterday, you find a secluded place to talk, it's too noisy."

"Wait a minute...... Okay, you say, what's the matter? By the way, the loan has been disbursed to the account, and Daozheng will tell you. ”

"That's not it. I heard that Qiu Gongzi is looking for you? ”

"Qiu Xiaobing? Looking for it, it's a big face, what do you want to talk to me about the second cotton spinning factory, he's a chicken feather, talk to me! I told him to get out of the way, don't bother me. What, he found you? Hey, this little maid is raised, don't smoke it, Mr. Zhou, you wait, I'll arrange for him. The old lame man who usually plays with me whips him like a grandson, and I asked him to kneel down to you to apologize and kowtow to apologize! ”