When he came out of the room with a long bag on his back, the sound of silk and bamboo was still heard from the hall, and there was no sign of the riot or confusion he was worried about.
The scattered conversations were just a few words, whether the group of people were talking about "Qin Siyuan", and whether they would do something unpleasant to everyone, Ning Yi was actually not sure, he thought and listened. , that is also possible.
I also hope that this is the case. The Zhuji store has just opened, and it can't stand too many troubles. Moreover, the dull days had passed for a long time, and he also felt that it was a bit of a coincidence for this speculation in his heart. But those people did give him a bad feeling, not afraid of ten thousand, but only in case.
Passing from this side, when we reached the corner of the corridor, the door in front was opened again, and a few people came out from the inside, all heading towards the outside platform. There are five people in this group. In addition to the burly man, tall and thin man and noble son that Ning Yi has met, the other two are also quite tall. Both of them are wearing fur coats and short dresses. One of them had a scar on his face, and the other was a little fatter, but also seemed to be strong and burly.
These people looked like people from all corners of the world or business travelers. They looked at Ning Yi when they went out, but they didn't care.
There were a lot of people walking or standing on the platform around the hall, and there were also servants in the restaurant. Song Qian also stood near the stairs according to Ning Yi's instructions, knocking melon seeds in his hands. The five people walked out of the corridor on the second floor, and for a while they stood on the platform overlooking the hall, looking left and right, while Ning Yi followed them out and gave Song Qian a wink to indicate who needed attention.
A young man with a tea tray walked over, Ning Yi leaned towards the railing, squeezed with the tall and thin man who was paying attention to the bottom, and then smiled, "Sorry, sorry." The tall and thin man glanced at He glanced. After a little bit of time, your son should be talking to the companion next to him. When he saw someone approaching, he closed his mouth. After Ning Yi walked away, he lowered his head and continued to speak.
Walking past Song Qian, Ning Yi went down the stairs. Yunzhu and Qin Lao were still at the table at a relatively far distance, and Ning Yi was unwilling to attract attention at this time, so as to avoid Yunzhu or Qin Lao from greeting him. He mixed into the crowd and looked back. On the platform, the five people were still looking down at the railing and frowning and talking.
In the lively hall, people came and went, the music was pleasant, and there was no sign of anything going to happen. Over there is Mr. Qin who has always behaved indifferent to the world. It is only recently that there have been some changes or turbulence in his living conditions. He came here today just to come and sit in this newly opened restaurant. Ning Yi took a breath and had trouble grasping the thoughts in his heart. He turned to look around at the people he knew, but not many workers here knew. It took a long time to find a second child, and she gave a few words in the corner. Before she finished speaking, she saw Yuan Jin'er, who was covering her face, also standing by the window in the corner not far away, looking at him. After a few glances, he came over and smiled.
"Ning Yi, what are you doing, have you seen Sister Yunzhu?"
"Saw."
"Well, she's over there." Jin'er pointed to Yunzhu across the crowd, "The old man from the Qin family is also here. By the way, that old man Qin... has a lot of status, right?"
"Is that so..." Ning Yi looked at her suspiciously, "Is something wrong?"
"It's alright." Yuan Jin'er obviously had something in her heart, but she nodded her head at this time, smiling sly but sly. Even if she had something to say, it probably wouldn't be important. Ning Yi turned his eyes upwards and frowned suddenly. The five seemed to have already discussed the matter. One of them nodded and started walking towards the stairs. Your son is still pointing at the other three. At the entrance of the stairs, Song Qian turned his head and looked towards Ning Yi.
Behind him, Yuan Jin'er asked, "You have something to do with Zheng Quan..." Zheng Quan was the name of the little Er who was called by Ning Yi.
Ning Yi turned his head abruptly, and gestured to the young man named Zheng Quan: "Go and stop that tall man with a scar on his face, remember to apologize." At the same time, he also made a look at Song Qian. .
Song Qianben was standing at the entrance of the stairs. At this time, he turned around and headed down the hall first. The man with the scar on his face also went downstairs, and halfway through, Zheng Quan, a young man with a tea tray, greeted him. The two moved left and right on the stairs, and finally bumped into each other, the tea in the tray. , the pastry all overturned.
It was just a trivial matter, the little Er quickly apologized, picked up the rag hanging on his body and started wiping the water stains on the other party's clothes. In a moment, he was blocked by the little Er several times. The four people still above also noticed the situation on the stairs. During this time, on the small stage in front of the hall, the invited singer was singing a song "Pipa Xing", and was on the way to "Bingquan's cold and astringent strings congeal, and the condensate will not pass the sound for a while." Song Qian passed through. In the hall, he walked to Elder Qin's side and leaned down.
On the platform, the noble man stopped talking, and stood up straight looking at the place. Several people around, including the scar-faced man on the stairs, also looked over there. Ning Yi looked here from the side, his brows furrowed, and he sighed in his chest. In the back, Jin'er chirped and said something.
The singer's melody slowed down, and she sang, "Don't be sad and hateful, silence is better than sound at this time." Pressing the end of her finger, she stopped the music slightly, and her eyes swept across the hall. At the table in front of him, Song Qian had finished talking with Mr. Qin, and stood up while holding Mr. Qin's arm. When he turned to walk out, he glanced back at the platform above. Pulling Elder Qin, he strode forward. Above, the most burly and heroic man suddenly straightened up, and the wooden railing he was holding suddenly cracked.
Ning Yi took a deep breath in the corner, and Jin'er from the back exhaled softly, not knowing what to say. In the hall, the sound of the strings trembled.
The singing suddenly became urgent, and he sang: "The silver bottle burst into water, and the iron cavalry protruded and the sword shot..."
Over there, Song Qian and Qin Lao passed through the crowd, but Yun Zhu, who was dressed in a plain white dress, didn't know what happened. He stood up in confusion and looked left and right. On the stairs, the little Er named Zheng Quan rolled with an "ah". go down. At this time, not many people noticed this for the first time, only Ning Yi in the corner took a step back abruptly: "Fuck you..."
The scarred-faced man rushed down the stairs. The tall and thin man beside you and the slightly fatter man rushed out to both sides, and obtained the stairs that were also downstairs in front of him. The guess in his heart was finally detained at this moment, but Jin'er in the back didn't know what he saw, and said in his mouth: "It's really here, it's really here..." Ning Yi just whispered: "Find someone quickly. Hide somewhere!"
Before he could finish his sentence, there was a bang in the hall. Under the platform, a table suddenly exploded. All kinds of things were scattered in the dust, and the people sitting around fell down unexpectedly. When they went out, something flew across the hall from the air, and went straight to the place where Old Qin and Song Qian were, but after all, they lacked the right head and hit a man sitting around them, pushing them out more than two meters on the ground.
Not many people could react to what happened, and the singing on the stage continued. Only Ning Yi, who has been paying attention to the top, can probably figure it out. At this moment, the scarred-faced man was rushing into the crowd. The tall and thin man and the stout man with a slightly chubby figure rushed down from different stairs. The tallest man beside the noble man was kicked off. The big railing waved and threw it towards Song Qian, then jumped directly down the hall, and landed on the table below, smashing the table of the Eight Immortals.
Someone was kicked out.
"Ah-" shouted at this moment.
Being in the bureau, it might be difficult to understand what happened for a while, but the chaos finally broke out. There were a lot of people in the hall, plus the people walking around, and the various tables and chairs, once the chaos started, it seemed a bit crowded. If you look at it from above, the crowd seems to be broken with four obvious traces. The four people next to you are all burly Northeastern men. Even if one of them looks tall and thin to Ning Yi, the thin character is actually because of the other's amazing height. The chariot generally rushed towards Song and Qin who were heading towards the gate. The guests who could not escape were pushed to the ground, and the tables and chairs were smashed and kicked away.
"Old thief Qin—" In the chaos, the burly man shouted, "Watch me kill you!"
The music was dead, and the singer on the small stage stared at everything in the hall in stunned silence. A sword came out and followed closely. He glanced in one direction to the side, and then stared in the direction of Song and Qin.
In the chaotic hall, Yun Zhu, who was wearing a white dress and a white dress, was standing at the table of the Eight Immortals. He still couldn't understand why this happened. Everything happened too fast. Not far away, a stout man with a slightly chubby figure rushed forward. The next moment, the Eight Immortals Table in front of her was blown away, her hand was bumped, and with a low voice, a big hand grabbed towards her in front of her. .
Just now on the platform above, several people were paying attention to Qin Siyuan, and naturally they also noticed the woman sitting next to Qin Siyuan. The burly man's momentum was like a chariot. Strength pulled her body to the side, and at the same moment, a bamboo tube seemed to almost rush out from her ear, facing the fat man's head and face.
Ning Yi grabbed Yunzhu's shoulder with one hand and pulled her body to one side. The tail of the musket held in the other hand, the light spot of the burning lead has also extended into the barrel of the gun.
The fat man's pupils dilated for a moment.
A loud bang. Deafening.
In the hall, like the wings of a butterfly. The flames bloomed, and the billowing smoke rose up, almost covering the body of the person, while the blood and minced meat rising towards the back towards the sky formed a symmetrical fan shape with the smoke, splashing out. Ning Yi had already pulled Yunzhu to his side and hugged him. Fatty's body rushed through the smoke and dust, rushed past them, and dashed for four or five meters before falling to the ground, smashing a stool into pieces. The head and neck were also blurred with blood at this time, blood spurted out of the wound, and the body twitched.
These people rushed down from above, their own strength was strong, and they made up their minds, and almost few people could react for a while. This is almost the most severe attack, and it almost feels like no one can stop it. However, at the peak of this arrogance, the counterattack suddenly encountered is also shockingly fierce, and the burly man is already dead. It was clear, the scar-faced man who also rushed to the vicinity stopped abruptly after rushing for a few meters, and then rushed towards Ning Yi with a loud shout.
The fastest, most burly big man didn't pay attention to this side. He had already narrowed the distance with Song and Qin in almost a moment, and he was already chasing to the door. At the same time, Song Qian dragged Old Qin out of the door. Seeing that on the street, there were dozens of people rushing towards the Zhuji branch. These people don't know where they came from, but it seems that they have come from bad intentions.
This time, there is really no way forward, and there are chasing soldiers...