Chapter 88 Who Is the Wolf and Who Is the Sheep

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"Brother, what you just said is true."

"I speak from the bottom of my heart, and I can't lie!"

"Aren't you afraid of being beheaded?!"

"Hahaha!"

It was Qin Hao's turn to laugh now. He looked at the young man who suddenly appeared calmly and said leisurely: "Let's talk about this Jinling City. Who dares to stop me? Who can stop me?"

"It's worthy of the talent that Mr. Zhuge said. Today, I saw that he is indeed extraordinary. He is handsome and a dragon among men." Zuo Guozhu bowed his head and praised.

He, Zuo Guozhu, is a famous person in Jinling City, and he dare not say such words. But when he heard this person say it, he didn't think he was bragging, but agreed with him.

Then he stepped aside and let Zhuge Xuan and Chen Hu behind him.

"Sir, we are back." The two of them saluted with fists.

Qin Hao nodded and was about to ask how the white salt business was going, but he saw the monks gathered outside the door and hesitated to speak.

There were too many people, and there might be trouble. It was best not to show money to others.

Zuo Guozhu seemed to see Qin Hao's concerns, and then he kicked the old monk who was sitting on the ground again: "Get out quickly, there is no place for you here."

"By the way, remember to take all the little monks at the door with you, don't make noise and bother us here."

"Yes, yes!" The old monk nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice.

He immediately ran out and yelled at the monks outside the door: Why don't you go back to chant scriptures, what are you looking at here.

After saying that, he closed the door and left quietly with a dark look.

Qin Hao looked at the abbot's hurried figure, and then thought of the flattery on his face before, without the slightest dignity of the abbot of Jiming Temple, and felt a little ridiculous.

"Brother Qin, do you know why I treat him like this?"

"I don't know, please tell me."

"After the previous abbot of Jiming Temple passed away, this monk took a few hundred taels to my father-in-law's house to ask for the position of abbot, but this Jiming Temple is the first temple in Jinling personally appointed by Emperor Taizu. I don't know how many people are jealous. How can these three or five hundred taels solve the problem.

Seeing that my father-in-law disagreed, this old guy went to the mansion to nag a few days later. If he hadn't been annoying, he would never have taken care of the more than 500 monks in Jiming Temple today."

Hearing what Zuo Guozhu said, he had looked up to the old monk before, and he was still a guy who took the back door and was disrespectful to the old man.

After thinking about it, Qin Hao felt that it was not right. Even if the matter was as he said, what did it have to do with him, and he didn't rely on him for a living.

When he saw Zuo Guozhu looking at him, Qin Hao understood the reason: it turned out that he wanted to give him a little color to know their status.

This trick of indirect criticism is perfect!

Zuo Guozhu was also familiar with the things in the house. He brought a palm leaf fan and sat down alone, holding the teapot and started drinking.

"Good water, good water."

After finishing the pot of tea, he saw Qin Hao and others staring at him. He didn't mind at all and patted the palm leaf fan beside him: "Don't stand, sit down."

Seeing this, Qin Hao smiled and sat opposite him, while Zhuge Xuan and Chen Hu sat on both sides.

After they sat down, the business began.

Qin Hao didn't want Zuo Guozhu, an outsider, to listen to their secret talk, but seeing his appearance, he didn't mean to leave for the time being. When he wasn't paying attention, he winked at Zhuge Xuan.

"Sir, Ruan Fuyin agreed to our request. We will transport white salt and white sugar to Jinling City. He will send people to sell them. After deducting the cost, we will get 40% and Ruan Fuyin will get 60%." Zhuge Xuan was very sensible and spoke in a very measured way.

"Ah, so much!" Qin Hao pretended to be surprised, looked at Zuo Guozhu and said, "Ruan Fuyin is really generous, I think 20% is too much, how about giving it back a little more."

Zuo Guozhu didn't have the greedy face that Qin Hao had in mind, but said righteously: "Not much, not much, this is what you deserve."

This action really surprised Qin Hao, and then he took a look at Zuo Guozhu's face. He had a full forehead and a poetic temperament. It was obvious that he had read the scriptures and was indeed not a treacherous and evil person.

"Since Brother Qin agrees, that will be much easier." Zuo Guozhu smiled and asked, "When will the goods arrive?"

These were all asked by him and his father-in-law. He himself didn't care about money at all, but was very keen on making friends, just like his father.

"Half a month will be fine." Qin Hao replied.

"Okay, then I'll wait for Brother Qin's good news at home." Zuo Guozhu left the table immediately, "Goodbye! I will invite Brother Qin to have tea after the matter is settled."

"Well! It's a deal!"

After sending the man away enthusiastically, Qin Hao played with the tea bowl and asked: "Tell me, what's the matter with this man."

"Sir, do you know who this Zuo Guozhu is?"

"The descendant of the famous censor Zuo Guangdou, I know his father, but I know only a little about him. I know that he served as a guard for a few years after the fall of the Ming Dynasty and then returned home, and I don't know more." Qin Hao told everything he knew, and he also had a strong interest in this person.

"Zuo Guozhu is Ruan Dacheng's son-in-law, and Ruan Dacheng has only one daughter. The negotiation went so smoothly this time, thanks to his help."

"Oh, I remember Zuo Guangdou and Ruan Dacheng were sworn enemies, one from the Donglin Party and the other from the Eunuch Party. How did they become relatives?"

"Sir, Ruan Dacheng was a member of the Donglin Party before, but his career was not going well, so he turned around and joined the Eunuch Party."

"Well, I know."

Qin Hao roughly knew this person's character. The previous test was probably asked by Ruan Dacheng. He was kind and friendly to help a stranger. He was definitely not a person who would use tricks.

Then he ordered: "When you go to transport salt, quietly transport the armor and muskets on the ship. Remember not to make a fuss."

"Did anything happen?" Zhuge Xuan asked puzzledly.

Now that things are going so smoothly and there is a backer, there is no need to be so cautious.

Qin Hao smiled and told Zhuge Xuan about the murder he had done in the morning at the foot of the mountain, which surprised him.

Zhuge Xuan sighed secretly, not knowing what to persuade. His son was like this, with clear likes and dislikes and strong hands-on ability.

He had only been out doing business for less than half a day when Qin Hao had already done such a big thing. He could only nod his head silently and agreed: "Since he is the son of the Minister of Revenue, we must prepare well."

In the dark and dirty thatched house, a small figure curled up in the corner, and next to her was a hunchbacked man holding a thin willow branch and whipping her fiercely. These two were the kidnapper and the little beggar that Qin Hao met the day before yesterday.

"You stinky boy, I have fed you for so long, and you are not grateful, and you dare to run away. Now run again for me to see."

As he said, he whipped again, and the small figure shrank even more.

This stream whip is thin and long, and a whip will leave a blood mark. Adults can't help but jump to avoid it, but this little beggar can hold back tears.

After whipping a few more times, he was a little tired, a little afraid that he would be whipped and couldn't sell it at a good price, so he turned around and locked the door, and left after a careful inspection.

After a while, the little beggar slowly stood up, endured the wounds on his body and walked to the door. He looked out through the seam and saw that the beggar had gone far away. Then he returned to the corner and took out a half-foot long cloth with a dirty black surface from the messy straw pile beside him.

He untied the corner of his clothes and silently wrapped another layer of cloth around his chest, which was already wrapped.

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