Chapter 114 Wealth, good luck and destiny (please subscribe~~) Early morning. The sun is shining. Rebirth. Wearing a set of yellow robes, Shimu yawned and stretched his waist. He pushed open the wooden door and looked forward. He suppressed the unfinished yawn and felt extremely uncomfortable. But in the bamboo forest ahead, a strong man with a body like a brown bear was sitting in front of a stone table. He was holding a teacup a little larger than his finger, drinking tea cup after cup. From the four eyes, I feel that even if this guy is holding a teapot and drinking heavily, it will be more harmonious than the current scene. “Good morning, Uncle Master!” Qin Yao said with a smile as he put down the tea cup that the little Taoist priest brought. “Ah, morning, morning.” With his eyes wide open as if he had just woken up from a dream, he quickly said: "My eldest nephew, do you want to see me if you have something to do?"
“The main thing is to ask my uncle if he has encountered any difficulties in his work. If so, my nephew can also do his best.” Qin Yao stood up and said. With four eyes, he shook his head: "It's okay, it's okay, everything is as planned." Qin Yao: "That's good... Can I take the liberty to ask, how far is our plan?" Simu coughed lightly: "I am currently trying my best to win over Qianhe and Xu Jiping... Having said that, eldest nephew, do you have to give me some start-up capital first? It is no longer the same as before. Compared with talking about the friendship between the same family, everyone loves me more It’s just money. I can’t pay for building a team for you, right?” "Uncle Master, you can't have such thoughts." Qin Yao said seriously: "You are the future elder of the execution hall, and the team you have built now is to prepare you for taking power." Four eyes: “…” You are a master and I am a child, so easy to fool. Seeing that he was rolling his eyes, Qin Yao suddenly changed the subject: "Of course, your last sentence is very reasonable. Fighting for the rights in the execution hall is the responsibility of our entire Yizhuang clan, and we can't just let you Pay money.” As he spoke, he took out the remaining silver notes from the warlord Liu Dalong and handed them to Simu: "This is the first batch of funds. You must use them wisely, Uncle Master." If you want a horse to run, you must first feed it. Since the money came easily, Qin Yao had no regrets about giving it up. Smelling the smell of silver paper, my mood immediately improved. I happily took the stack of banknotes and thought to myself: I must use it on the edge of a knife... Your uncle, I am the blade! The two generations, each with their own thoughts, looked at each other and smiled, and both felt that they had earned something. The only one who had been ripped off, Marshal Liu, knew nothing about it! “When does Master Master expect to capture Master Qianhe and Master Xu?” Shaoqing, Qin Yao asked softly. Simu: "It's hard to say... After all, if you stand on our side, it is equivalent to openly being an enemy of senior brother. It is not easy to make up your mind." “Uncle, please help me make an appointment with Uncle Qianhe and Uncle Xu, and tell them that I will treat them to dinner at the restaurant at the foot of the mountain in the evening.” Qin Yao said with a smile. Blinking his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
When the time comes, this eldest nephew will not put a gun on the heads of the two brothers and ask them where they stand, right? Given his domineering and strong character, Zhenbao is not allowed to have such a possibility... evening. At the foot of Maoshan Mountain. A restaurant in town. Qin Yao, who was wearing a black suit, was sitting at the square table in the center of the lobby, with a straight waist and an amazing momentum. Not far away, the pretty boss lady slapped the shrinking waiter on the back and whispered: "The tea is cold, hurry up. Pour something hot." The waiter's legs softened, and he frightenedly picked up the hot water bottle by the stove and walked to Qin Yao: "Sir, the water is cold, can I pour you a cup of hot water?" Chin Yao: “…” From the moment he entered this restaurant, the water glass in front of him had an unlimited refill buff. He really couldn't drink so much water, so he stopped raising the glass. Who knew this would happen again. At first he thought it was because the waiter in the shop was being polite, but later he found out that the waiter was only doing this to him, and he vaguely guessed the reason. I have to say that since my body became like this, I see smiling faces wherever I go, and I have never encountered the overused plot in novels: dogs look down on people... “Master’s nephew.” While he was in his reverie, Si Mu, dressed in regular clothes, led two middle-aged men into the restaurant and shouted loudly. "Uncle Simu, Uncle Qianhe, and Uncle Xu." Qin Yao stood up and walked to the door. “Master Qin’s nephew.” “Master’s nephew.” Qianhe and Xu Jiping looked at Qin Yao with a trace of scrutiny in their eyes, but they did not dare to make excuses in their attitudes. It was obvious that they had been given some advice. Qin Yao smiled and called the three of them to sit down. The waiter holding the teapot hurried over and poured tea and water for the three of them. "I haven't been here for a while, why have you become more diligent?" Simu asked with a surprised look on his face. Seeing Qin Yao's eyes glancing over, Xiao Er's heart trembled violently, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and he was speechless at all. “Okay, get ready to serve.” Qin Yao waved his hand and said. The waiter, as if he had received amnesty, turned around and ran away. When he came to the kitchen, he was kicked hard by the landlady and called a coward. “I heard from Si Mu that nephew Qin is doing a lot of business?” Taoist priest Qianhe took the initiative to chat while waiting for the food and wine to be served.
So as soon as they met today, Qianzhe naturally started talking about business. “There is a Tiandi Bank in the township, which deals with people and ghosts; there is a building in the capital city, which does department store business, which is pretty good.” Qin Yao said with a smile. Chihe Hearing this, he felt a little envious. I don’t envy Qin Yao, but I envy Lin Jiu. They have been brothers for so many years. Even if they don't contact each other often, Qianhe has heard that Uncle Jiu is guilty of "leaking money" and is so poor that he doesn't even have a decent house. He can only rely on a few people to look after Yi. village. Now it seems that Uncle Jiu has long since escaped poverty and become rich, and can concentrate on practicing Taoism.
"Where are the two uncles getting food now?" Qin Yao asked after he finished speaking. Qianzhe said helplessly: "I rely on a little reputation to make a living, carry out funerals, **** corpses, catch ghosts, eliminate demons, exorcise evil spirits, and perform rituals... As long as someone gives me money, I can do it." Xu Jiping smiled slightly: "I am not like Qianhe, who has a group of apprentices to support me. One person is full and the whole family is not hungry. I usually travel around and just eat a bite." As he was talking, the food and wine were served. Qin Yao poured the wine for the uncles himself, then raised his glass and said, "Uncles, one of us will go." The three uncles were very considerate, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp... After three rounds of drinking, Qin Yao's interest seemed to be high and he opened his mouth: "When I was wandering around the world, I met a traveler called Fang Laodao. He defrauded me of eighteen taels of silver and gave me a life called wealth, wealth and good luck. I thought These four words are used to describe myself, but later I discovered that things are not that simple..." (End of this chapter)