The relocation of the Baili Family happened much faster than Bai Ye expected.
The old man's face was beaming with joy, without any sign of reluctance.
This made Baili Hongzhuang guess that he must have had this intention for a long time and kept silent because of his face.
Now Liufeng City has specially built such gorgeous steps for him. If he doesn't walk down them, it means he doesn't know how to appreciate them.
One day, Baili Jinglei and his son came to the city lord's mansion to visit Bai Ye and Fu Sheng, and they also brought a shocking news.
Ning Chengyuan may have died.
This name impressed Bai Ye very much. He was the only son of Ning Zexu, the heir to the Ning family who had a drastic change in personality and a sudden increase in strength.
He is also the biological father of Fusu and Changqing.
"Thank you for the news, Grandpa Baili." Bai Ye thanked Baili Jinglei: "If you have any dissatisfaction in Liufeng City, just bring it up and we will do our best to make your stay as comfortable as possible!"
Baili Jinglei smiled boldly: "I have left everything at home to Hongzhuang's father, so don't be polite to me, an old man! Haha!"
Bai Ye admired this old man who knew how to advance and retreat. After nodding, he started to get to the point: "Is the news this time reliable?"
He naturally knew what Bai Ye was thinking about, and after sighing, he took the initiative to confess.
"To be honest, if you don't propose to let the Baili family move to Liufeng City this time, I will probably come to you with my shameless face."
After finishing speaking, he glanced at Baili Zhen again. He immediately understood what his father meant, and then explained all the abnormalities he had heard about the Ning family.
It turns out that the Ning family's training ground was not only frequently constructed, but also a large number of disciples continued to die. The death was very miserable and his eyes were empty. It was definitely not caused by a normal fight. It was very bizarre!
After sending Baili Jinglei away, Bai Ye looked at Fu Sheng: "What do you think?"
"Now is not the time to alert the enemy. We can only continue to suppress the Ning family's business and force him to jump over the wall." Fu Sheng slowly leaned back in his seat and analyzed.
"Yes." Bai Ye agreed with his idea. Seeing that the time for the daily report had arrived, she stood up and left a message: "It's time for me to take Xiaojiu to see Diyun. The city lord needs to balance work with rest!"
"Don't talk so high-sounding, just be your hands-off shopkeeper." Fu Sheng seemed to be used to it and gave her a helpless look.
At the same time, on the other side of Zhujiang River, inside the antique Ning Mansion.
"Pa—" A cup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The spilled tea was still steaming with hot white steam.
Ning Zexu angrily pointed at the people kneeling on the ground: "Trash! You can't handle such a thing! You guys look at the accounts with your eyes wide open! Close eight shops in one year!? What do I, the Ning family, do to support you? of!"
"It's Liufeng City's method to calm down the owner of the family..." One of the leaders seemed to want to explain.
But at this moment, a strong gust of wind hit, and the man flew directly backwards. He stopped breathing while he was in the air.
The eyes of the people on the ground were about to pop out. They were afraid that they would be the next to suffer, so they immediately kowtowed and begged for mercy. No one dared to quibble anymore.
"Get out of here!" Ning Zexu was furious and kicked them out one by one.
hateful! How hateful! That white night seemed to catch them!
Among the three major aristocratic families, the Ning family has suffered serious losses, and now only the shops that are losing money remain on the bright side. Eight of the ten profitable upper-floor shops closed down within a year.
Right now, the construction costs of the training ground are being consumed like water. If this continues, the day will come when the Ning family's trees will fall and the hozens will scatter.
Why don't you hate him