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372. Zijin Yuefu¡¯s business

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    Guanlou and Guannan of Xinghuafang returned to Xinghuafang and went directly to the prison where Kaitian, Shenhuo Zunmen and others who were besieging and Ancheng were imprisoned.

    The one near the water gets the moon first.

    They met the master craftsman Qing Yong who opened the paradise. He closed the building and went straight to the point, "You pay me to beg me, and I will let you out."

    Master Qingyong was shocked and looked at Guan Lou expectantly, "Do you mean what you say?"

    Guan Lou raised his head and chest and said proudly, "Of course."

    Seeing Guanlou in this state, Qingyong felt surges of excitement in his heart, but his face became cautious and he asked, "I don't know what to call you?"

    Guan Lou said, "Guan Lou, the owner of Xinghuafang, the prison you are currently living in is the property of our Xinghuafang."

    Master Qingyong suddenly became serious. He still had some understanding of He'an City and knew the weight of a shop owner.

    But just because he knew it, he felt a little strange in his heart, "Master Guanloufang is a sensible person and will not bully the darkroom. Are you just trying to make money by letting me go like this?"

    Guan Lou shook his head, "I'm not letting you go."

    Master Qingyong frowned and was about to get angry, scolding Guan Lou for playing with him.

    Unexpectedly, Guan Lou continued, "As long as you take the money, I will release you all."

    The warrior monks who were listening to the conversation between Guan Lou and Master Qingyong all spoke up, "Master Guan Lou, are you telling the truth? Are you really willing to let us out?!"

    "Master Guanloufang, no matter how much money it takes, as long as you can give me freedom, I will pay it forward!"

    Great Craftsman Qingyong looked at Guanlou with surprise and uncertainty, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in Guanlou's gourd.  But he knew that this was not the time to get to the bottom of things, and he could only hope that Guan Lou was telling the truth.  If so, what's the point of losing some money?  He has accumulated a fortune over the years since he opened the paradise, but it is a figure that outsiders cannot imagine.

    The fees Kaitiantang charges for forging weapons for other sects are so high that some small sects even go bankrupt.

    Therefore, when it comes to financial resources, Master Qingyong just wants to look around, then point at everyone¡¯s nose and shout, they are all younger brothers

    "Why don't you go and grab it?" Master Qingyong was trembling all over, his eyes were scattered, and his words were as sharp as if his throat was being pinched.

    The other warrior monks stamped their feet at this time, "Master Guanloufang, are you kidding us? How can we afford this amount?"

    "That's right, City Lord Guanlou, you really don't have any sincerity in your business, why don't you lower your price a little bit?"

    Guan Lou looked at everyone and sneered, "You can't spare even a cent. If you can't afford it, just live in Xinghuafang for your retirement! Although I, Xinghuafang, are poor, I can still take care of you for the rest of your life. Of course, we are not in charge.  Food, after it stabilizes, we will teach you first-level skills, such as cooking, handicrafts, sewing machines, etc. Once you master it, you will have to support yourself."

    "City Lord Guanlou, you are insulting us!" Master Qingyong shouted.

    Guan Lou said disdainfully, "So what? There are only two ways before you now. One is to get money for bail, and the other is to go to jail."

    "Master Guanloufang, aren't you and Ancheng the most fair people? Why do you always bully the poor and give preferential treatment to the rich now?" Someone suddenly shouted.

    With this voice, the originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet, because everyone knew that this sentence went straight to the core of He An City's avenue. On the way to the prison, they saw countless banners held by He An City, like "Everyone is equal"  ', 'The king is under the law' and the like, they scorned them at the time, but that doesn't stop them from using them as sharp spears and swords now.

    But Guan Lou and even Guan Nan, who were being watched by everyone, did not show any panic on their faces. Guan Lou just said calmly, "The hemp rope is cut at the thinnest part, and the bad luck only picks out the miserable people. Is there a problem? The miserable people?"

    Everyone was stunned. The warrior who just spoke pointed at Guanlou, "You, you"

    Seeing that he couldn't speak fluently, Guan Lou smiled and said, "What do you want to argue with me? Talk about our policy on peace? Talk about my Wuxin Daoxin? Or are you planning to take money?"

    There were thousands of words brewing in this warrior's mind, but in the end he choked out one sentence, "Get the money."

    As this warrior spoke, other warrior monks also agreed to the previous amount of money. They could see clearly that the people in Hean City were not taboos at all. They spoke of benevolence, justice and morality, but in their hearts they were male thieves and female prostitutes, with evil intentions.  of pus.

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    "You want to talk to us and Anseong, but what kind of business is it?  "

    Li Zhaowei immediately stood up, raised his hands to Chun He and said, "Please, the city lord, step aside. This is a big secret that affects countless lives and deaths."

    Seeing Li Zhaowei's serious face, Chunhe knew that this matter was very important, so he said to his left and right, "Go call someone."

    Li Zhaowei was stunned, "Who are you calling?"

    Chunhe explained patiently, "Don't be surprised, Master Li. You also know that we and Ancheng implement a democratic system. Some things are not decided by me as a small city lord. We need everyone to discuss it together."

    "Li Zhaowei is like eating a fly. Chunhe, the one who killed a thousand swords, do you treat people as fools?"  Doesn't it count that you are a little city lord?  Could it be that my eyes are blind and my ears are deaf?  Your prestige in He'an is hundreds of times stronger than my prestige in Zijin Yue Mansion. Zijin Yue Mansion still has many thorns, but what about He'an City?  Once you say what you say, do those few who spy on the holy way dare to disobey it at all?  Even if you let them die, they will probably only ask what kind of suicide you like to see.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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