The water under the Nanshi Bridge gurgles. In Langyun Tower, a big red lantern hangs on the tall door beam, and the cage is wrapped with warm red light, swaying and moving. Soft singing lingers in the air, and the waiter remembers the menu and shuttles around. In the Dizi C box, Liang Qu opens the door and the warm wind blows in. "What a handsome man! What a handsome man! As solemn as the wind under the pine, high and slow, no wonder he can become Master Yang's disciple!" Lin Di, wearing a dark blue shirt, stood up to greet him and praised him loudly. "My son Songbao said a long time ago that he knew a friend in Yixing City, who was extraordinary and not an ordinary person. I thought that there could not be such a person in the small Yixing City, and that my son was short-sighted and exaggerated, but now I see that it is true! It is really Lin's bad luck that I have not seen Brother Liang's grace earlier. Oh, sorry, I am rude. I was too excited and spoke wildly because of my age. Brother Liang, Brother Liang! I will punish myself with three cups first!" After saying that, Lin Di drank three cups of wine, his face slightly flushed. Lin Songbao: "..."
When did I say such a thing? And you call him Brother Liang, what should I call him? Uncle Liang? Liang Qu: "..." This person is so good at talking, and why is the generation so messed up? Before he knew it, Liang Qu was pulled into his seat by Lin Di, who pointed to the 13- or 14-year-old boy next to him; "Let me introduce you, my eldest son, Lin Fuyun! Fuyun, say hello to your Uncle Liang!" Eldest son? Liang Qu looked at Lin Songbao behind him in surprise, but saw him nod. Oh, a son of a concubine or a legitimate son, right? Liang Qu finally understood why, as the son of the fisherman, Lin Songbao had to work in the fisherman every day. Lin Fuyun stood up and saluted: "Hello, Uncle Liang." Liang Qu's mouth twitched. You kid don't think I'll be happy to call me Uncle Liang, right? "Don't call me Brother Liang, I'm not old." "Then I dare to call you, nephew?" Liang Qu was silent for a while: "Just call me by my name." "How can that be possible? It's too rude." "Then Mr. Liang." "Okay." Lin Di was a little disappointed, turned around and asked the waiter to serve the dishes, and clapped his hands at the same time, and a fragrant breeze blew in an instant. Three women in gorgeous clothes came in. Liang Qu's eyes widened. They bowed and saluted. Then two of them played music and one of them danced. Okay, okay, you want to play this for me, right? "Don't worry, Mr. Liang, we'll just watch the dance." Lin Di smiled. He had inquired clearly before coming. He knew that Liang Qu was thin-skinned and embarrassed to even go on a blind date. If he did something exciting, it would easily cause trouble, so he only came to Ya.
Liang Qu's face was slightly red, and he clenched his fist and coughed: "Okay, okay." Then they toasted each other, but Liang Qu didn't drink wine, only tea, but he ate one dish after another. Langyunlou tasted really good. There were actually chili peppers in the dishes. Liang Qu had never seen this thing before and thought that Dashun didn't have it. Now it seems that he is too poor, so he can't see it. "This is the spice brought back by the Western Army last year. It has only become popular this year. It is bright red and spicy. Eating it makes you sweat, but it gives you a different kind of comfort. I wonder if Mr. Liang can get used to it." "Yes, I can." Liang Qu stuffed his mouth with meat. "Then I wonder if Mr. Liang can take care of my fishing station. I will offer you 20% of the annual income of the fishing station." Lin Di filled the tea with a smile, "Of course, whether it succeeds or not, the black-sailed boat promised to you will be returned to Mr. Liang. After all, it is the return of the original owner." "Of course not." "Hahaha, really? That's great... huh?" Lin Di laughed halfway and found something wrong. He was embarrassed and wondered if he had heard it wrong. Again, Mr. Liang just said..." "I said no." 】 Lin Di was dumbfounded. He went to Liang Qu just to use Liang Qu's identity to help his fishing station gain prestige so that he could grab business from other ports. Those who can open a fishing station have some connections, which is not easy to do. With the help of Liang Qu, it is much easier to bear the title of being personally taught by Master Yang. But why did you refuse so straightforwardly? You know, if the matter can be done, Liang Qu doesn't have to do anything, just lie down for a year, and the income is at least hundreds of taels! "Mr. Liang, maybe I didn't make it clear just now. As long as you agree, 30% of the annual harvest of the fishing station in the future..." Liang Qu put down his chopsticks and burped. "You can't give me all. I eat the food and take the boat, but I won't do the work, and I won't take the income from the fishing station." Lin Di was quite disappointed, but he didn't dare to get angry: "Mr. Liang, can you tell me why?" "Because I am a fisherman." Lin Di's pupils shrank slightly. Liang Qu moved the stool and stood up: "You make money by oppressing your own people. I feel uncomfortable with this money. Okay, I'm full. Goodbye. By the way, you dance very beautifully and you are also very beautiful." "Thank you for the compliment, sir." The three women knelt down and bowed. Liang Qu pushed the door and left. Lin Di came to his senses and hurriedly called Lin Songbao: "Quick, see you off, sir." "No need, I'll walk by the river alone, blow the cold wind, and feel comfortable." Liang Qu disappeared, and his voice disappeared from everyone's ears.
Walking out of Langyun Tower, a gust of cold wind rushed into his collar. Liang Qu shivered, and the sleepiness after a full stomach was completely dispelled. This meal was not meaningless, at least I got back my own Wupeng boat. It was a good boat, a little old, but it didn't affect its use at all. The hull was wide and big enough for a person to lie down and sleep, which was much more comfortable than the current sampan. As for the income of the fishing pen... How should I put it, Liang Qu actually had a compromise. That is to not take the 20% income, and instead let Lin Di reduce the rental fee by 20%, or some other distribution method, which would make the fishermen's life better. But... that might harm Liang Qu's own interests. The fishermen said it was pitiful, and it was really kind... Whether it was not taking the income, or asking for less income, and instead reducing the rent for them, the fishermen might thank him at first, but over time, the fishermen gradually got used to the reduced rental fee, and they were still living in a tight situation, so they would think Liang Qu, the umbrella of the fishing pen, was hateful. Besides, what would the master and senior brothers think? Liang Qu gradually understood one thing after being accepted as a direct disciple by Master Yang. When you have no ability, a good reputation is useless, but as long as you show some talent, a good reputation can bring unexpected gains. Liang Qu thinks he is a good person, but he may not be that good. He can buy buns for the snotty kid with his own pocket, but he will give up cooperating with the fishing fence to help the fishermen for fear of staining his reputation. The water under the Nanshi Bridge is gurgling, hitting the rocks on the shore, rolling up white foam. "Alas, life is obviously getting better, but there are so many more troubles for no reason." Liang Qu sighed, crossed his hands behind his head, walked slowly, and hummed a song that was completely different from the tune of the singing girl in the restaurant. "How dissolute I am, how dirty I am, thousands of pages of ink describe my crimes. My arrogance, my thoughts, are attached to this ugly skin. How noble you are, how arrogant you are, a good-for-nothing, a drunkard, a dog in disguise. Your hypocrisy, your impermanence, are embedded in your delicate skin." The cold wind swept across the street, and Liang Qu felt that the wind came from the river, bringing a familiar smell.