The drunkard glared at Yang Fan and said, "Who do you think you are? This is the Three River Gang's business, when did it become …"
Before he could finish, he was pulled away by a strong man in his thirties. It seemed that this man had a high status in the Three River Gang. As soon as he appeared, the people of the Three River Gang immediately stopped making noise. When the drunkard turned around and saw that it was him, he immediately shut his mouth.
The man looked up and down at Yang Fan. When he saw that Yang Fan was standing alone in the middle of the heavy encirclement, his expression was calm and without fear. A strange light flashed in his eyes. Ever since the Flood Dragon Gang had been in trouble, all the gangs on Ba were in a state of panic. This man was not from Ba, and yet he was so calm in the middle of the encirclement. This made the steward feel a bit of fear.
He looked at Yang Fan and said with a fake smile, "This brother is right. It's just a quarrel. It's not good to make a big fuss. Everyone disperse, disperse! "
As soon as the man spoke, the people of the Three River Gang immediately dispersed. The other gangs saw that the two sides were not fighting, so they also dispersed. As they walked, they looked back and whispered to each other. Obviously, they were all guessing at Yang Fan's identity.
The steward of the Three River Gang looked deeply at Yang Fan and turned to leave. The poet heaved a sigh of relief. Placing his hand on his chest, he bowed gracefully to Yang Fan and said with a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you, elegant and graceful Mr. Dongfang. I'm Abdallah Shahman bin Aziz bin Hakam. May I know your name, Mr. Dongfang?"
Yang Fan smiled and said, "My surname is Mu, Muyi. You are Mr. Ah … Mr. Ah something? "
The great poet smiled knowingly and said, "My friends call me Abdullah. Mr. Mu can also call me that."
Yang Fan nodded and said, "Mr. Abdullah, in a foreign land, you should be careful in everything you do. Don't easily provoke trouble. You should know that the local people always look out for the local people. Well, you do what you need to do. I will leave now. "
"No, no, no, Mister Mu, I like you very much. You are willing to help me, and you have lofty morals. You have helped me, so I should repay you. Please allow me to entertain this esteemed friend of yours with delicious delicacies to express Abdullah's gratitude."
The blond kid Abbas jumped out and helped his master, "Being generous and hospitable is my master's ancestral tradition."
Yang Fan shook his head and smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Abdullah. There is no need for a meal. I just arrived in Ba and was looking for an inn to stay. I have just arrived. I just arrived."
Abdullah gladly replied, "What a coincidence! I have also just arrived at the town and have just settled down. The inn I am staying at is the best inn in this town. Mister Mu, why don't you stay at the same inn as me? Come, come, come, I am honored to lead the way for you!"
Abdullah did not allow any explanation and pulled Yang Fan away. As he walked, he boasted, "Fortunately, Mister Mu helped me out of the predicament. Otherwise, if I had really injured someone in a fit of anger, the authorities would have come looking for trouble with me. You should know that I am smart and brave. I have outstanding swordsmanship … "
The golden-haired imp, Abbas, jumped out again and boasted, "My master has killed ten thousand enemies, burned their tents, snatched their camels and women, and won a lot of gold. My master has a thousand scars on his body, and they are all scars from battles. The blood that my master has shed is more than the water of the Wei River in front …"
Ren Wei and the others followed behind with their horses and looked at each other in dismay. Yang Fan looked at Abdullah and said with some surprise, "So Mr. Abdullah is a brave warrior?"
In fact, he wanted to ask if this great poet was a bandit or a bandit. From the stories that his servant had boasted about, this great poet seemed like a bandit from the Western Desert. Abdullah modestly waved his hand and said, "No, no, no. I am a merchant, a wealthy merchant."
The golden-haired kid, Abbas, immediately continued, "My master is a merchant who sells everything, an invincible warrior, a world-famous poet, and …"
Abdullah smiled and said, "Alright, alright. You talkative little fellow, be quiet. I want to chat with the respected Mr. Mu."
Yang Fan did not know that the poetry of Dashi had a special type of praising poetry. Regardless of whether it was praising others or praising themselves, they would use the most exaggerated words and tone without blushing. Usually, there would be an eloquent slave who was favored by the poet to help them.
This was a habit that the well-educated nobles of Dashi had developed since they were young. It was not that he wanted to blow his own trumpet in front of Yang Fan. However, because his tone was too exaggerated, it sounded like an old friend deliberately boasting in front of him. Yang Fan did not feel the slightest bit disgusted.
Yang Fan asked as they walked, "What kind of business does Mr. Abdullah do?"
Abbas immediately jumped out and interrupted, "My master is willing to sell anything …"
Abdullah glared at him and said to Yang Fan with a smile, "I mainly deal in all kinds of spices, precious jewels, beautiful blankets, and slaves from various countries. The ones I sell to the East are mainly female slaves. This time, I traveled tens of thousands of li to Chang 'an. However, a guide I was familiar with fell ill, so I had to change to someone who was not too familiar with the roads. In the end, he led us on a wrong path and we went to Taiyuan. Only when we got there did we realize that we had gone the wrong way. We could only hurry back here and take a boat to get here. I have many camels and slaves, so it is more convenient to live here than in the city … "
Abdullah was a very talkative person. Yang Fan only asked one question, and he talked for a long time. Besides explaining that he was originally going to Chang 'an and why he was here, he also explained his identity. He was a traveling merchant.
The Abbasid Caliphate was very developed. The Abbasid Caliphate's merchants were divided into three types: peddlers, sitting merchants, and traveling merchants. The peddlers bought goods from the workshops and brought them to the regular markets to be traded. The sitting merchants were usually based in a certain city. They were wealthy enough to rival a country and were known as Tadji. However, their business was not limited to their own city. When they did business with foreign countries, they would use traveling merchants.
Traveling merchants were sent by sitting merchants to bring large amounts of goods or money to foreign countries to do business. Traveling merchants who could be sent by sitting merchants were usually very prestigious in their own countries, had their own estates and land, and were of noble character. Otherwise, if a traveling merchant took the goods of a sitting merchant and never returned, that sitting merchant would suffer a great loss.
Yang Fan patiently listened to him finish, then interjected, "Sir Abdullah has traveled tens of thousands of li to come here. This is no small risk."
Abdullah replied, "Without risk, how can there be profits? I am Tadji of Basra's most trusted friend. I have been entrusted by him to come to the far east. I am very happy to meet you, Sir Mu. My soul tells me that you are an extraordinary person. This is not my first business in the east, but I hope that this will be the largest, with your help. "
His eyes sparkled as he said this, like two stars peeking out of the night sky, exuding an indescribable sense of mystery. Yang Fan's eyes met his, and he smiled inexplicably.
Following Abdullah to the inn, Yang Fan found that the courtyard was full of camels, boxes, and groups of black and white slaves. The entire inn had been booked by Abdullah. Although the weather was already cold, many slaves could only sleep on the ground under the porch. Abbas was a favored slave, so he was qualified to sleep … on the ground in his master's room.
As soon as Abdullah entered the inn, he immediately ordered his warriors loudly, "Hey! Hurry up and move out of your rooms. All of you, squeeze together and give your rooms to my honorable guests! You, and you, you lazy bums, quickly get up and make a few exquisite dishes. I want to entertain my friend with them. Remember to put more spices in the meat … "
Yang Fan took the opportunity to whisper into Ren Wei's ear, "Go out and take a walk. Contact Miss Gu."
…
Chang 'an City, Huaizhen Workshop, Zheng Yu's mansion.
Under the light, Zheng Yu sat upright and still. His eyes were bright as he listened carefully to the person sitting opposite him.
If the young masters of the aristocratic families who were close to him saw Zheng Yu's eyes at this moment, they would never believe that this was the person they were familiar with. Zheng Yu had always been known as a bookworm among them, and he was often ridiculed for this.
However, there was a kind of stupidity known as great intelligence. While they were chattering like a flock of hens, wearing their glorious and noble family backgrounds as colorful feathers and thinking that they were proud peacocks, this seemingly simple-minded nerd who didn't understand the affairs of the world was secretly working hard to manage his forces.
Perhaps the influence of his family and his identity played a big role in this, allowing him to only use one percent of the strength of an ordinary person, and yet he could do better than those people. It did not show his intelligence, but since he had better conditions and a higher starting point, why didn't he use it?
There was no absolute fairness in the world. You could be born with intelligence that ordinary people did not have, but he could also be born with a noble status that you did not have, and have thousands of times more connections and resources than you did. At least, as a noble young master born with a golden spoon in his mouth, it was very amazing that he could have such schemes and ideals.
When Young Master Jiang had kidnapped the pregnant Xiaoman, the aristocratic families had tried to put him under house arrest to ease the conflict between the two sides. At that time, it was Zheng Yu who had secretly sent Young Master Jiang out of Chang 'an because he owed Young Master Jiang a favor. At that time, Chang 'an was the world of Xianzong. What kind of favor did he owe Young Master Jiang?
His many years of work had finally paid off. When the connections that the aristocratic families had worked so hard to build in Guanzhong were torn apart, and some officials that had been supported by the aristocratic families were implicated. They were either imprisoned, executed, transferred, or removed from office, he did not need to keep up the pretense.
He began to reveal his sharpness and his strength. Those aristocratic young masters who used to laugh at him for his stupidity and stupidity suddenly realized that they were the ones who were stupid to the extreme. Zheng Yu was slightly proud of this. The saying, "If you don't cry, you will amaze the world with a single brilliant feat; if you don't fly, you will soar into the sky with a single leap." This was probably his true portrayal.
The person responsible for mediating the conflict between the Xianzong and Hidden Sects in Luoyang was Qinghe Cui Lin. The person in Chang 'an to prevent the conflict between the Xianzong and Hidden Sects was him, Xingyang Zheng Yu.
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