Gu Xiaoqiong was dumbfounded. He looked at him and said, "Mr. Qi, that's not kind of you. How can you raise the price like this?"
Mr. Qi roared, "Kind my ass! How can I be kind to you when you want my brother's business? "
Gu Xiaoqiong's face turned red after being scolded. He gritted his teeth and said to Ning Que, "A fixed price! Five hundred taels of silver! To tell you the truth, I've spent all the wages of the previous two shops. I can't afford any more. "
Mr. Qi looked at him with a sneer and said sarcastically, "You are so stingy. Is this how Tietou Song teaches his son? You are not generous at all. Let me tell you how to quote the price. "
He turned to Ning Que and said proudly, "Little boss, as long as you are willing to continue to open the shop on this street, as long as I am alive, no one will charge you the rent …"
Before he finished his sentence, Ning Que waved his hand to stop him and asked with a gentle smile, "Mr. Qi, you said before that the rent is free for one year?"
Mr. Qi was stunned and replied, "Yes."
"That's fine." Ning Que turned around and bowed to Gu Xiaoqiong and those strong men. He said with a gentle smile, "I'm really sorry. I plan to continue to run this shop. Please go back."
Hearing this, the crowd around the Old Brush Pen Shop was stunned. It was not because of Ning Que's choice, but because Mr. Qi was about to quote a sky-high price, which was equal to giving the shop to Ning Que for free. However, Ning Que agreed to the condition before Mr. Qi said anything.
Mr. Qi was stunned for a long time, and his face gradually became solemn and serious. He cupped his hands in front of his chest and said in a sonorous and forceful voice, "Boss, you're young, but you're generous and righteous. Just because of your words, you can just tell me my name if you need anything in the future. You can do whatever you want in the Eastern City!"
Gu Xiaoqiong was also stunned for a long time. His dull eyes looked back and forth between Ning Que and Mr. Qi. He thought of the angry scolding of his eldest brother, Tietou Song, the slap left on his eldest brother's face by his eldest brother's eldest brother, and the deadline for the support of his eldest brother's eldest brother. He could not help but subconsciously turn his head and look at the two government runners under the tree.
Today at Lin 47th Street, the two yamen runners of Chang 'an Local Government turned a deaf ear to the gathering of gangsters. Obviously, they had neglected their duty. When they saw Gu Xiaoqiong's pitiful eyes asking for help, they coughed and walked towards the Old Brush Pen Shop with their swords hanging from their waists.
Looking at the two runners, Mr. Qi suddenly became extremely cold and angry. He said to Ning Que in a cold voice, "Little boss, didn't I say that you can do whatever you want in Dongcheng?"
For some unknown reason, Ning Que chose to speak at this time and answered with a smile. Mr. Qi sneered and said, "Well, I'll show you why I dare to boast like that."
"What are you doing here? Do you want to make trouble? "The runner walked to the front of the crowd and scolded them.
"Yes." Mr. Qi answered indifferently, and then waved his hand and said, "I want to make trouble, and I want to make it bigger. Brothers, go up and greet these two officers."
As soon as he finished speaking, the group of men in cyan shirts, trousers, and boots surrounded them. It was unknown who gave the first punch, but after a moment, the punches and kicks hit the two yamen runners like a storm. The two yamen runners were still shouting and cursing. After showing their identities, they wanted to pull out their swords, but were kicked down. After a while, they were beaten badly and rolled on the ground with their heads in their hands. They could not curse, but only moaned painfully. Even the two waist swords that represented their identities were thrown out of the crowd.
Previously, Ning Que only felt that the underworld of Chang 'an was well-behaved and well-mannered. But now, seeing the two official swords thrown out of the crowd, he realized that the underworld of Chang' an could be so cruel that they even dared to beat the officers!
He looked at the scuffle outside the shop in astonishment. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak when he saw the two runners with their heads bleeding. Gu Xiaoqiong and the gangsters from the Southern City, who were standing not far away, had even more interesting expressions on their faces.
Since they got involved in the matter of Lin 47th Street, they had not really confronted with the power of their boss. It was not until now that they knew how arrogant they were!
"Well, stop fighting." Mr. Qi, who had been looking on coldly with his arms crossed, said, and the men in cyan clothes dispersed. He walked to the two yamen runners and said in a cold voice, "You dare to kill my brothers. Don't blame me for being rude."
The younger yamen runner stared at his face and said, "You dare to beat officers. Just wait to be beheaded. Would you like to chop me to death now? Maybe it will be worthwhile."
Ning Que secretly sighed with emotion. Sure enough, the people of Chang 'an were so ambitious. Even a little yamen runner could still be so tough under this situation.
Mr. Qi squatted down and patted his face contemptuously. "Don't scare me with this. We are all dogs raised by adults. You two dogs only wear one more piece of clothing than me. Of course, your clothes are very expensive, so I dare not to kill you. But do you think those adults will care if dogs bite each other on the street?"
After saying this, Mr. Qi turned around and bowed to Ning Que, and then led his subordinates to leave arrogantly. Gu Xiaoqiong and the other gangsters of Southern City gathered together to discuss for a while, and then went forward to support the two badly wounded runners to leave. No one looked at Ning Que and his servant, because they all knew that since Mr. Qi had spoken, it was meaningless to threaten Ning Que before suppressing the opponent's momentum or killing him, except to make themselves look stingy.
The dispute on Lin 47th Street ended like this, and there was no follow-up. As Mr. Qi said, the owners of the two sides were not interested in interfering in this kind of dog-eat-dog thing. But Ning Que still couldn't understand something.
Although the yamen runners were small figures, they wore official uniforms and carried official swords, which represented the face of the imperial court and the dignity of the empire. Even if the boss behind Mr. Qi, who was the middle-aged man who came into the shop to hide from the rain that day, had a strong background, it was still too arrogant to beat an officer in the street. Moreover, Mr. Qi didn't deal with those gangsters from the South City, but beat the yamen runners of the Chang 'an Local Government for no reason.
Unless there was a deep hatred between the two sides.
Thinking of his own speculation and that thing, he frowned slightly and then relaxed again. Today's purpose was to show up at the House of Red Sleeves, and at the same time go shopping to dissipate the pleasure brought by the first step of revenge. As for those troublesome new hatred that had to be solved in the future, he would think about it later.
It was a long distance from the Lin 47th Street to the House of Red Sleeves. Usually, Ning Que would take a carriage that traveled across the city. But today, with Sangsang as his companion, he was not afraid of boredom and naturally chose to walk. Neither of them took the previous confrontation seriously. Ning Que was used to bloody and dangerous scenes, while Sangsang's mind had no capacity for other things except for some important things. Therefore, they were in a good mood walking through the streets.
They went to the Shenghua Workshop, Tongda Street, went to the bookstore, bought some cheap lotus leaf rice, and crossed the Vermilion Bird Avenue as fast as they could. Then, they found a lively place. Led by an old man in a Taoist robe, dozens of people of Chang 'an were kowtowing to an altar. Ning Que asked the onlookers beside him, and then he knew that a Taoist temple in the South School of Haotian Taoism was holding a blessing ceremony, hoping to move the spring rain from Chang 'an to the dry northern region.
The Taoist priest beside the altar had silver hair and a long beard, and his Taoist robe was fluttering in the wind, looking like an immortal. The wooden sword in his hand was buzzing in the air, and several pieces of Fu papers were shaking in the direction of the sword tip, on which some vermilion characters could be vaguely seen. A moment later, with a sound of "chi", the wooden sword broke through the air and stabbed into the yellow sand of the altar in front of it. Those Fu papers had already been burned by the wind and turned into ashes on the surface of the yellow sand.
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