After a long time, Ming Feizhen nodded.
Ok.
The three walked straight out of the room this time before stopping.
The door is made of thick wood, but there are ventilation holes.
Ming Feizhen and Hua Feihua were honest and went up to take a peek. Su Li was frightened, but couldn't help but peek inside through his fingers.
I saw that it was almost full of people.
Take a table as the dividing line.
There were several men standing beside them, nearly half of them were faces they had met during the day, and all of them were those who attacked Hua Feihua. The room was not very big, and they were crowded on one side of the table.
On the other side of the table, there were only two people.
One standing, one sitting.
Standing there was a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old, with red lips and white teeth. He looked weak, with a cowardly expression, and his body shrank slightly, as if he was frightened by the group of people on the opposite side.
Sitting was a fat man. It's hard to tell the age, and it is believed that anyone at any age between thirty and fifty years old will believe it. He was dressed in brocade, with a thick gold chain hanging around his fat, invisible neck, and twelve or three agate, jade, and gold rings on his ten fingers. It can be said that the words 'rich and powerful' were written on the exterior.
The fat man was smiling, and somehow he couldn't be wary of him in his heart, which made people feel at ease when they looked at him. If he chats with Er, if there is anything sad from the age of three to thirty, I am afraid that it will be revealed without three glasses of wine.
It's weird to think about.
"If it weren't for the white-haired boy, we would have already succeeded. Let me tell you, let's find a way to solve the boy. Why spend this unjust money?"
One of the men in the group muttered.
"Who wouldn't do it after Kongming? But they are now in Zhuo Fengru's house. Zhuo Fengru is a maverick, and no one will buy it. The arrogant even dares to play a man with six doors and said lightly: "That's also true. Must be able to do it. If you don't believe it, then pair with his Wind Chasing Sword, guaranteeing that you will come back and tell the result. "
In the words, Zhuo Fengru was deeply jealous, and he may even have suffered a loss.
"What about Zhuo Fengru? Could it be that the mission of the venerable is not done? Do you still want to die?"
There are different opinions, but no conclusion can be drawn.
The fat man said suddenly.
"If you want to quarrel, it's okay to go back to your own house and quarrel slowly. It's just that the younger brother opened the door to do business, and everyone is a guest, but there is no reason to embarrass the master, hahahaha.
Those few people were laughed at by him, as if the midsummer had been splashed on the head - a basin of cold water, the anger disappeared. There was a slight chill in my heart, but I didn't know why.
"It's our rudeness, please forgive me.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Fatty laughed and said, "My little brother is doing business, and he only cares about one thing.
There was a sharp gleam in those long and narrow eyes.
"How much do you want to pay to buy me to kill people?"
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Everyone looked at each other. Although they came here to buy a murderer to kill, it was mainly because the task was not completed, and they were worried that the number of people on the project would not be guaranteed. Not from above.
Thinking of the white-haired boy's martial arts, he must buy a murderer. It's just that I don't know who should pay for the money.
Hesitating and arguing just now was just a show for others to see, and the key point was the words 'paying for themselves'.
Fatty seemed to see through their thoughts at a glance, and his eyes narrowed when he smiled.
"When doing business, we pay attention to bargaining at the beginning of the day, and repaying the money on the ground. You may as well ask for a price, as long as it is easy to negotiate.
Several men hesitated for a while, and finally made up their minds.
"We are willing to pay a thousand taels of silver, please join hands to kill that kid.
Hua Feihua grinned when he heard it outside, thinking that you are so stingy and want to invite people to move, you can pull it down. Ming Feizhen, the person involved, also had an angry look on his face, as if he was angry because he was belittled.
After listening to the fat man, he laughed, noncommittal, and said to the young man beside him.
"Zhi Le, what do you think?"
The boy who was called Zhile didn't dare to look at people, and whispered: "But, maybe less?"
"Hahahaha, even the younger brother's younger brother thinks there is less. Is your bid too low?" The men looked at each other and seemed to have expected this reaction, so they simply showed their cards.
"Three thousand taels, the most we can afford is this price. If we can't, we have to ask someone else to be clever.
"Hahahaha, it's okay, of course it's okay. You get what you get for every penny. If you want to ask for one thousand taels or three thousand taels, the younger brother will guarantee everything, and ensure that the murder will not blink, and the old man will not be deceived. "
A few people put their hearts down and said excitedly: "Can you kill it?"
The fat man frowned slightly, showing an expression like 'this kind of question needs to be asked', word by word.
"Of course not."
Only then did they realize that they were being tricked, and a few men roared and almost turned the table over to start.
"Twenty thousand taels. As long as you can kill, there is no limit to the means, regardless of the consequences.
In a corner of the room, the white-robed scholar, who had been silent, suddenly said something coldly.
Everyone who looked at him showed a 'you're crazy' expression.
Fatty's smile became more and more cordial, although it was still smiling, but somehow everyone seemed to see the compliment in his eyes.
"This little brother understands the market. Killing is one thing, and taking care of the follow-up is another. How to kill, whether to kill or not, the middle is very particular. It's not good if you are not careful." Zhi "Lionheart boy, what are you making up your own mind? Take out these 20,000 taels, and the brothers still have a few coins left.
The white-robed scholar Shixintong said indifferently, "The white-haired boy won't die, who can take the treasure back. When the time comes, the Venerable will impose the penalty, who will get it?"
This time, he had the highest status, and taught him to stare, and even if the rest of the people were angry, they would not dare to argue.
Lionheart boy sat in the middle and put a stack of silver notes on Zhuo Xin.
"Can the boss order to get ready?"
The fat man smiled kindly, but he didn't even look at the stack of banknotes.
"Of course not."
Lionheart frowned: "What?"
"not enough."
"Twenty thousand taels is less?"