Ning Que looked at the man and said sincerely, "I have to admit that your conditions are excellent."
The man replied with a smile, "I work for the government, so of course I have to do a good job. Little boss, let me tell you, the imperial court is not short of money, so I won't take too much from you. As long as you are willing to move out, we can discuss the price. In short, it's good for you, good for me, and good for everyone. "
The price offered by the man was very fair, even beyond the scope of fairness. If Ning Que closed the Old Brush Pen Shop and moved out, he would not suffer any loss, and could even make a profit from it. Of course, he also understood that his shop was like a small card in the hands of the owner. Although it was not a big card, the owner would have more confidence when negotiating with the government. Otherwise, his small card would not be worth so much money.
He subconsciously glanced at Sangsang to see what she was thinking. However, Sangsang's little face was still emotionless as usual, and he could not tell whether she agreed or disagreed with him. He wanted to say yes, but he thought of the middle-aged owner with a sword on his waist who entered the Old Brush Pen Shop on the first day of its opening, and felt that this matter was full of mystery.
The man looked at Ning Que and said with a frown, "Little boss, whether it's a deal or not, you have to say something, right?"
Ning Que moved closer to the man and said with a smile in a low voice, "Brother, I come from a small place, and I don't mean to go against you. I'm just a little curious. If it doesn't work out, what are you going to do?"
If these words were said by a big-bellied shop owner, the man might really think that Ning Que was provoking him and would have slapped him. However, Ning Que had the advantage of a young face and a good attitude. After a slight pause, the man explained seriously, "It's inevitable to dump a few carts of garbage in front of your shop and throw bricks in the middle of the night. If you really make people angry, they might sneak into your shop and dirty the well in the backyard. Little boss, you know, we rely on this to make a living."
Upon hearing this answer, Ning Que was slightly startled. He sighed silently in his heart, "If there is a bright moon in the night sky of the Tang Empire, then the bright moon in the Tang Empire has indeed shone on the people of today, just like in ancient times."
The men surrounding the Old Brush Pen Shop were obviously bad people in Jianghu, and they were working for the Yamen of Chang 'an Local Government and the Shipping Department of the Ministry of Revenue, which would be extremely troublesome. Ning Que knew very well that even though these people were trying to persuade him nicely, if he really insisted on not moving, who knew how many dirty things would happen. He was not afraid of going against people from the Jianghu. The key was that he had just killed the censor and was about to participate in the academy entrance exam of the Academy in 20 days. He did not want too many things to happen in between, so he could not help but be tempted by the suggestion.
At this moment, a series of orderly footsteps came from the other end of Lin 47th Street, followed by an extremely sharp voice. The words spoken were extremely harsh and harsh, and revealed a sense of ruthlessness.
"Dumping garbage, throwing bricks, and polluting the well? Since when did you bastards become so daring? Or have you done it on Lin 47th Street before? If you have done it, why are your hands still on your wrists? "
A group of men dressed in green clothes, green trousers, and green cloth boots came from the other end of the street. The one who spoke had thin eyebrows, thin eyes, a thin voice, and a slim figure. His green clothes seemed to be swaying in the wind like a bamboo pole.
He walked to the door of the Old Brush Pen Shop and first saluted Ning Que with his hands folded in front of his chest. Then he turned to look at the men and said mockingly, "A bunch of hooligans in Southern City who can't make a name for themselves actually dare to imitate others and play forced demolition? Do you dare to do any of the things I have just mentioned in Lin 40th Street? Aren't you afraid that I will break your legs? "
The man who had negotiated with Ning Que showed a trace of fear on his face. He glanced at the local government runner under the tree behind him, straightened his chest again, and sneered, "Mr. Qi, you have to make it clear. We don't do those things because we think they are dirty. Since the little boss is a reasonable person, why should I do that?"
Mr. Qi raised his nose and spat at the man's feet, "Bah! Gu Xiaoqiong, you shut up! If it weren't for the fact that Lin 47th Street is my brother's property, how could you bastards pretend to be scholars? "
Gu Xiaoqiong stretched his neck and shouted, "What? I didn't use a knife or a stick. I just talked business with the little boss and bought his shop lease with money. Can't I do that? If you say it violates any law of the Tang Empire, let's go to the Chang 'an Local Government for a lawsuit! "
Mr. Qi spat again and turned to look at Ning Que. He casually saluted with his hands folded in front of his chest and said, "Little boss, you are willing to open your shop here, which means you are giving face to us three thousand brothers. Don't worry about running your shop here. If anyone dares to hurt you, I will chop off his head to apologize to you."
Seeing that the two sides were facing each other, Ning Que looked a little anxious, but he was not nervous at all. He was watching how the gangs in Chang 'an City did things with great interest. After a while, he found out that the middle-aged man who rented the shop to him was obviously in a high position in the Chang' an underworld. It was difficult for the government to use a hooligan to do things. He was guessing when the fight would start in front of the audience of the gangster movie. Unexpectedly, the question was turned to him again. He hurriedly smiled and said, "Mr. Qi, I'm very grateful that your boss has exempted me from the rent for three months. But today, Mr. Gu … Mr. Gu has offered a really good price."
It was easier to talk when one had more to say. At this point, he stopped talking. Gu Xiaoqiong's face was full of joy when he heard this. He looked at Mr. Qi and said with a smile, "Mr. Qi, listen carefully. This is what the little boss said."
Mr. Qi snorted and turned to look at Ning Que, asking, "How much did he promise you?"
"Two hundred taels of silver." Ning Que stretched out two fingers. After thinking for a while, he hurriedly added, "If the business suffers losses, Mr. Gu promised to make up for it."
Mr. Qi looked at Ning Que sarcastically. Suddenly, he pointed at the bluestone bricks under his feet and said harshly, "Two hundred taels of silver? Is there such a fair price in Chang 'an? Don't tell me there is. It's right on this Lin 47th Street! Why? Because my brother is kind enough to protect all the shop owners on this street! Those people in Southern City had no choice but to offer such a high price. But what happened in the end? These f * cking little bosses took the money and left! "
Gu Xiaoqiong showed an embarrassed look. As a matter of fact, the trouble on this street had been going on for nearly half a year. The backers of both sides were so angry that they didn't care about the profits and losses at all. They just wanted to rob this street. It was not convenient for the government to deal with them directly. The gangsters in Southern City, who were ordered around, didn't dare to offend the boss. In the end, they had to use the money to clear the way. Some shop owners ran away after getting the benefits, while others didn't dare to offend either side and would rather sell their shops at a low price at a loss. But no matter what, the people in Southern City had to make money without blood or tears.
Upon hearing this, Ning Que silently calculated in his heart. He realized that it was indeed better for the owner to sell the benefits to the government. If the owner was really thinking for the sake of these shop owners, he could really be considered benevolent.
Mr. Qi looked at Ning Que coldly and was about to lose his temper. Suddenly, he remembered his Big Brother's advice. He forcibly suppressed his anger and said loudly, "They gave you two hundred taels of silver? We'll waive your rent for a year! And we'll keep the peace for you for free! "
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