"Money is not an issue. ”

As he spoke, Han Feng took out a few silver tickets with gold rim rolling from his arms, attached them to the internal force, and flew into the mist.

Not to mention that as the leader of an unknown cult, even as a famous best-selling author, Han Feng has never been financially constrained.

The voice in the mist seemed to be moved by Han Feng's generous move, and his voice became much more enthusiastic:

"In that case, let's go inside and talk about it. ”

With the sound, the fog in front of him dispersed, and several rows of scattered houses appeared in front of Han Feng's eyes, and a white-haired old man wearing a black right eye patch sat on the horse at the door of the black brick house that was open in front of him, holding a cigarette gun and swallowing the clouds.

Han Feng's eyes locked on the cigarette gun in the old man's hand, and when he looked closely, it was exactly the same material and size as the cigarette gun in the hand of the old temple in the City God Temple outside the back street.

"I thought that a place like you would make it weird, but I didn't expect that behind this fog, there would be such a warm and warm market appearance, which surprised me. ”

Han Feng smiled and walked towards the white-haired old man.

"Hey, if you can live frankly, who wants to live like a mouse in the gutter? The old man has to work here at a young age, isn't it also to earn a pension money~"

As he spoke, the old man stood up and put away his Maza, leading Han Feng into the black brick room behind him.

This room looks small from the outside, but it has a winter inside, hollowed out on three sides, and installed the wall of the drawer for catching medicine in a Chinese medicine pharmacy, and in the middle is a long table with a cyan rope leading to the ceiling.

The old man entered the room and sat behind the long table, motioned for Han Feng to sit in front of the chair, and then took out a golden abacus from under the table, crackled it, and handed it to Han Feng, revealing a smile unique to profiteers

"The Xiao family is a century-old family, the Feng family can be said to cover the sky with one hand in the cloud and dust capital in recent years, and the sky is one of the best forces in the Fuyuan Green Forest League, and the development in recent years is also quite good, counting the risk fees that their future development will bring to us, plus labor costs, lost work costs, confidentiality fees, and depreciation costs of intelligence channels...... That's the number in total~"

The old man pushed the abacus in front of Han Feng.

Han Feng didn't bargain either, he took out a stack of silver tickets from his arms and pushed them over.

"If you have any more, I'll call you this friend. ”

"Boss Han is magnificent!"

The old man took the stack of silver tickets, glanced at them, stuffed them under the table, stretched out his hand and pulled the cyan rope above the table, and the three scrolls slid down the rope and fell onto the table.

The old man put the scrolls together and handed them over:

"Han Zhijian, here is all the information of the Xiao family, the Feng family and Man Tianxia, we have both money and goods, you can check it well. ”

Han Feng stretched out his hand to take the three scrolls, picked up the information about the Xiao family and flipped through it casually, and found that it was so fine that even a certain servant of the Xiao family had recorded a certain sentence in a certain year and month, and had a practical understanding of the intelligence ability of the snake path.

He stood up, nodded to the white-haired old man, and turned to leave:

"Very good, I'm very satisfied with the intelligence ability of Snake Road, and I look forward to our next chance to cooperate~"

"I also want to ask Han Zhijian to take care of the business, not only from the family family, the martial arts sect, down to the young girls, traffickers and pawns, we have reserves, and even the things we don't have As long as Han Zhijian wants and can afford the price, we can get it for you~"

Han Feng heard from behind and watched the words "young girl" be extra weighted, and he couldn't help but have some doubts about the rigor of this organization...... Or is this old gentleman misunderstanding about me Han Zhijian?

After leaving the snake road, walking out of the back street of the City God Temple, and nodding to the old temple, Han Feng was about to walk out of Yunlow Alley directly, but he was blocked on the road by more than a dozen gangster-looking men.

The man with the broken jacket who wanted to steal just now but was taught a lesson by Han Feng was in the ranks, pointing at Han Feng and scolding: "Brothers, it was this kid who beat me just now!"

Hearing this, more than a dozen people scolded and surrounded him.

Han Feng couldn't help but feel a little funny as he looked at these moth-eaten scum in the shadow of prosperity.

"It seems that I shot a little lighter just now......"

Mingyu's true qi surged out, and the domineering internal energy shrouded more than a dozen strong men in front of him, where did these ruffians and hooligans who were in the market bear this kind of martial arts true qi, and at the same time fell to the ground like pieces of paper blown down by the wind, and the joints of their limbs were frozen so that they could not move.

Han Feng walked slowly, passed through the street, walked out of Yunlow Alley, and returned to Yunchen Dudong.

Walking out of Yunlow Alley, the nearby light suddenly brightened, although it was still a little dark because of the fog in the sky, but at least everything was clear.

Looking up, the old brother who sold sugar gourds before was still selling on the street.

Han Feng walked over with a smile, took down two sugar gourds from the straw shelf, stuffed another piece of broken silver for him before the round-faced old brother reacted, and then went back in the direction of the Hanging Sword Division.

With a string of sugar gourds in his mouth and a string in his hand, Han Feng walked on the road.

At a glance, I found a six- or seven-year-old girl wearing a small flower apron on the side of the road staring at the sugar gourd in her hand.

Next to the child, a middle-aged woman with a square scarf wrapped around her head was squatting in front of a wooden barrel to wash her clothes, and behind it was a small steamed bun shop, in which a middle-aged man was laboriously carrying the steaming drawer.

Han Feng walked over and handed the sugar gourd in his hand to the girl, and smiled at her gently:

"Now, for you. ”

The little girl swallowed her saliva, her eyes flickered slightly, and she seemed to be a little worried, but the temptation of food still prompted her to take Han Feng's sugar gourd, and quickly bite down on one as if she was afraid that Han Feng would regret it.

"Thank you~"

The little girl's voice is soft and waxy, which makes people feel good.

Han Feng touched her head, turned around and left quickly to avoid being treated as a human trafficker.

This world is very beautiful, it is not the same as itself, it is destroyed.

Albeit...... You don't have to be good.

Strode all the way back to the Hanging Sword Division.

Liu Minghua was waiting at the door of the Hanging Sword Division.

"The main thing is back, what information did you buy?"

Han Feng didn't expect Liu Zhijian to really wait here, took out three scrolls from his sleeve, and said with a light wave:

"It's nothing, it's just the information of the Xiao family and the Feng family. ”

"So expensive, can you afford it?"

Liu Minghua's voice was full of shock.

"Ah, Liu Zhijian knows something about the offer of the snake road?"

"Uh...... I tried to buy it, but we couldn't afford it, so we gave ......up."

Han Feng didn't expect Liu Minghua's reason to be so real, and he was a little speechless for a while......

Liu Minghua continued to ask:

"Then what did Han Zhijian see from this?"

Han Fengxuan handed over the information in his hand, and the three scrolls were densely packed with words.

"Come and see for yourself, the so-called righteous family, but the flies are dogs, for this kind of scum of the world, I really want to use a knife to cut it. ”

Liu Minghua took the scroll and his gaze stayed on it.

Soon, the face was full of anger.

"These scumbags...... How dare they!?"