Chapter 39: Euphemistic Negotiation
The senior brother of the academy certainly showed enough respect, and it exceeded expectations. The sick scholar changed from half-lying to sitting upright.
"I didn't expect that Miss Yun would actually cooperate with the academy. Ahem, please forgive my poor eyesight, but what is the ranking of this gentleman?"
“I haven’t decided to join yet, so it’s hard to say the ranking.”
The sick scholar and Mo'er were both stunned. After a long while, the sick scholar burst into laughter. While laughing, he started coughing again. It felt like he could cough himself to death at any time.
"Okay, then sir, what brings you here today?"
"Looking for Shen Qixing"
The sick scholar narrowed his eyes and asked: "Sir, why do you think Mr. Shen is here?"
Zhao Yushu found a stool and sat down casually: "I don't know, I will go to any place that is qualified to kidnap people, and I happened to be here first today."
The sick scholar opened his folding fan and shook it: "Have you finished reading, sir?"
"Not yet, the place is too big, and it's too slow to look through it bit by bit." Lao Zhao casually posed like Ge You lying down, and the sick scholar's eyes twitched, but he didn't say anything after all.
"So, I would like to ask the city lord to help me."
The sick scholar snorted coldly: "I told you, the city lord is not here."
Lao Zhao didn't care: "Yes, you also said that he is not here, you are the one who makes the decision"
"Why should I help you?"
"If you don't help, you are an accomplice"
The sick scholar slammed the table and stood up: "What does the master mean?"
Old Zhao raised his eyebrows: "What I mean is, you can choose not to help me, or you can kill me now, and then you will know what Gu Changfeng means."
Moer felt his legs shaking
You are only in the first level of the exterior scene, how can you be so confident in front of the sick scholar who is the second in command of the ghost town and has already been in the ninth level of the exterior scene? According to my aunt, if it weren't for the tuberculosis ghost, he would have been in the interior scene long ago.
Perhaps, this is the confidence of the academy?
The sick scholar glared at him, and Zhao Yushu looked back at him without any hesitation. His meaning was obvious: If you have the guts, just kill me. I am a bachelor, and I want to use the academy to suppress others. Do you not accept it?
Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao, you must not be timid now. If you are timid, you will be exposed. Bet on him. If you win, you will get the young model of Tianxianglou. If you lose, delete your account and start over.
The sick scholar started coughing again, this time for a longer and more intense period of time.
Finally, the sick scholar stopped, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "How do you want me to help you, sir?"
The bet won
Old Zhao stood up, clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully: "I know you have found a lot of things today, I want to know your results, I just want Shen Qixing to return safely, nothing else, this is my intention, believe me, this can also be the intention of the academy"
The sick scholar's eyes were uncertain, and he finally sighed: "The academy has never followed the rules. I have been wondering all day when the great master will suddenly appear in front of me and say, 'Don't check it anymore'. Haha, I was still thinking about how to argue with him, but I didn't expect that a mere newcomer would force me to retreat. I am old, after all, I am old. Please sit down, Miss Mo'er, please sit down too."
The sick scholar sat down again: "To be honest, if the entire underground world of Dongdu is mobilized, there will be no secrets in Dongdu. I found out some things, and then I didn't dare to check anymore. Are you sure you want to listen?"
Zhao Yushu nodded: "I probably know the people you dare not investigate, but just because you dare not investigate doesn't mean you don't want to save them, right?"
The sick scholar's eyes lit up, and he looked at Zhao Yushu meaningfully, then looked at Mo'er: "I think Yun Gu is the same as me. Yun Gu is a smart person. Since she has made a choice, I dare not be too conceited. I want to save the person and take the benefits, but I dare not take the responsibility of the anger of the last person."
Zhao Yushu smiled: "How can such a good thing happen in the world?"
The sick scholar also laughed: "Yes, as long as I am willing to share some of the benefits and find someone who is not afraid of that person's anger, that will be enough."
"Why don't you go directly to Gu Changfeng?"
"Mr. Big is not afraid of anything, but Mr. Big will not share any benefits with me."
Zhao Yushu thought for a moment and said, "Deal."
It was already early morning when the two of them walked out of the ghost town. Mo'er's pretty forehead was twisted into a "川" shape: "What on earth did you say? Why can't I understand?"
Zhao Yushu raised his hand and wanted to pat her head, but a strong sense of crisis made him stop in time, and he changed direction and touched his head: "So, don't force yourself to do unprofessional things, or you will go bald."
“I feel like you’re scolding me”
“You feel wrong”
"Then tell me about it."
“You won’t understand even if I tell you”
"How do you know if you don't tell me?"
All right, if we keep talking about this, there will be no end to it. Zhao Yushu walked on the empty street: "I reached an agreement with that, um, sick scholar."
"What agreement?"
"He told me where Mr. Shen might be hiding, and I want to give him a share of the benefits after the success."
Moer felt something was wrong: "Is it that simple? Why didn't I hear where it was hidden? You didn't tell me how much it was divided into."
Zhao Yushu walked towards the north of the city with his hands behind his back: "The sick scholar said that there are no secrets in Dongdu, but he can find out but dare not find out, which means that the person is in Dongdu and not outside the city; and there are only two such places in the whole Dongdu, one of which is naturally the academy..."
Moer stamped her feet and said, "Can you finish your words at once?"
"The second one is naturally the Imperial City. By the way, Miss Moer, have you noticed..."
Mo Er was shocked by the word "Imperial City" and replied subconsciously: "What did you find?"
“You like chatting with me too.”
"Only ghosts like to chat with you!"
"Hahaha, hurry up, it's almost dawn, and there's still one thing I haven't figured out."
Zhang Hong is a little desperate
I thought I had a lot of skills and could do anything easily, but after a day I found that I really had no talent for investigating cases.
If I don't use the secret agents of Dabei Temple, I will be just a warrior, or not a very smart one.
His initial idea was to capture a few witnesses and interrogate them, then find out the location and kill them to get the money. After running around, he found that all the witnesses had been taken away by Boss Shen, and there was no trace of them.
He had no choice but to shamelessly go to Boss Shen and ask to see the teahouse owner. Boss Shen was very happy to ask for help as long as someone could save his son.
However, Zhang Hong walked out of Boss Shen's secret room half an hour later. His only thought was to return the deposit to the owner and then quickly run away with his daughter to avoid further embarrassment here.
But I have to leave some good things for my daughter. If she can get that earth-level treasure, she will be the number one rich lady in Dabei Temple in the future. It makes me happy just thinking about it.
So he began to wander aimlessly in Dongdu, commonly known as trying his luck.
He was really lucky, as he met three constables who were rushing back from outside the city. Zhang Hong suddenly realized that although he was not good at solving cases, there were people who were good at it. All he had to do was follow the detectives, and when they found the location, he would shamelessly go there first, rob the person and leave.
At worst, I can just treat him to a drink later.
The more he thought about it, the more it seemed like a good idea. So Zhang Hong sneaked into the Dongdu government office under the cover of night and squatted outside the Shenpo office.
Then he saw a man and a woman swaggering in. He didn't know the woman, but the man looked so familiar that he couldn't help hiding his figure when he found out.
"Buddha's Palm?"