"Ah chi, ah... chi!"

Ban Yilou just opened the store door in the morning and sneezes twice for no reason.

He sniffed: "What's the matter?"

Haha…haha…

Two crows fell down at the entrance of Jubao Pavilion, pecking at half of the steamed bun that fell at the entrance of the store last night.

"Go and go." Ban Yilou immediately went out to drive away the two crows, "What's wrong with this today?"

Seeing him running out of the door with an unhappy look on his face, a group of Yinlan Mountain Villa who had just patrolled me was shocked.

They didn't see Ban Yilou driving a crow. When they heard him say "Go and go", they quickly made a big turn and carefully avoided the door of Jubao Pavilion.

Ban Yilou ignored them. After rushing the crow, she returned to the store to sit down, and rubbed his jumping eyelids again.

"The left eye twitches wealth, the right eye twitches disaster, what's the matter with my two eyes twitching together..." Ban Yilou sat behind the counter with a look of bad luck and pushed open the account in front of him.

But for a moment, his eyes stopped on the last page of the account...

On the last page of the account book, hundreds of items are all Tang Zheng’s name alone.

He swept it and found that he had a vacant shelf, but Ban Yilou had to remember everything on the shelf in detail.

"That damn..." Ban Yilou's nose itched and he said again, "Ah chi!"

His account book was swept to the corner of the counter.

There were two other books in the corner of the counter. The binding line on the spine was a little yellowed, and a small word "Lu" was written at the bottom of the blue cover.

"Brother." Ban Yilou looked at the word and smiled, "Your little trippy skills are not afraid of no successors."

After saying that, he sneezed several times again, "Ah Chi, Ah Chi".

He remembered what Tang Zheng told him before leaving that business would be a little better in the past few days...

Could it be that today is that there is another big customer?

...

The whole Tangjiabao is like a spring outing, preparing cars, booking accommodation, and preparing snacks.

A few younger children who have never been to Wulong Town are even more excited than during the Chinese New Year.

The lecture hall was filled with chaos.

Tang Zhengze temporarily transformed into commander-in-chief, distributing various materials while putting out fires everywhere...

"You can't use rice paper. It's all Sparta when it rains. Come to me to get silk paper!"

"Yan Mo is so smudged. He uses paintings for Xuanxuan. He still uses ink to write. Over there, take a little more cinnabar, and write a little more eye-catching title."

"Don't worry about Azhi. If you break the drawing, change one. There is enough silk paper tube. The speed is important..."

"The poster has been made twelve. Come on, let's go for lunch after fifty!"

"Zi Xie! Zi Xie! This leaflet is printed directly. If the colored ones are not enough, they will be black and white first."

"Is two taels of purple gold enough...what? Twenty taels of silver enough...I don't have zero here, so I'll give you one tael of purple gold first, hurry up!"

Everyone was busy, but there were still a few troublemakers who kept going.

Xiao Lingling grabbed a handful of ink and applied it all to Azhi's face. She looked at Azhi with a few smaller ones and laughed.

Tang saw it when she grabbed the ink, but when she saw the direction of her disaster, she turned her eyes to the other side and waited for ten seconds. After she wiped Azhi's face darkness, she stopped them seriously and seriously: "What are you doing? Can't you learn from Brother Azhi? Help me dry the poster quickly. Whoever makes trouble will not take anyone in the afternoon!"

"Hehe, hurry up..." The few little ones finally quieted for a while.

However, this kind of obedience will not last long.

They will make a fuss again after less than a quarter of an hour.

Posters were made and placed on the windowsill to dry, and the flyers had been printed by Tang Zixie. After working all morning, looking at his achievements, a hint of satisfaction appeared on the faces of the children of Tangjiabao, both big and small.

In the afternoon, a row of carriages were neatly placed at the entrance of Tangjiabao.

Except for the few people in the clan who were unable to leave Tangjiabao, the other students, together with a group of martial arts coaches, were all packed into the car and drove to the West Street of Wulong Town...

When Tang Boyuan and his brothers stood at the door and sent them there, they were stunned and thought that Tang was so mighty that he was going to take them to the front of Yinlan Villa.

"Now, there are only three shops in the West Street that have been plated from Tangjiabao, and none of them are inns, so Brother Zixie can only arrange for us to live in Xinglai Inn on East Street." In the bumpy carriage, Tang Xiaotang held a piece of paper in his hand and introduced the situation of Tangjiabao in Wulong Town to Tang Zheng.

There are only six people in a car. In addition to him and Xiaotang, there are also Meng Fenghua, Meng Fengling sisters, Azhi and Grandpa Gui.

"The West Street has already belonged to the three shops of Tangjiabao, all at the entrance of West Street. In the past, Yinlan Villa was rented to Mr. Cheng who runs the tea house, Zhao Erniang who runs the silk and satin workshop, and Wang Dafat, who runs the gambling house. They are still watching the strength of Tangjiabao, and we have not touched them for the time being."

"Well..." Tang Zheng listened to what Tang Xiaotang said. The so-called wait-and-see attitude probably means that if Tangjiabao is not strong enough, they will occupy this store directly, right?

In places like Wulong Town, things like store contracts, if they are strong enough, they are contracts, and if they are not strong enough, they are just waste paper.

Tang Xiaotang continued to talk about some of the characteristics and customs of Wulong Town, and Azhi listened very seriously.

Before we knew it, the convoy of Tangjiabao had already driven into the streets of the town from the east gate of Wulong Town. The afternoon sun shone in from the small window of the carriage, bright and warm.

Azhi and Xiao Lingdang, one on the left and the other on the right, took a window, and seemed to find it particularly interesting to see outside from the carriage.

Of course, Tang Zheng is over the age to understand this kind of fun.

He sat in the carriage and continued to listen to Xiaotang talking about the shops on West Street, Tangjiabao and Yinlan Villa, which have been fighting each other over the past month.

"Hey, there is a team of servants watching us. They are from Yinlan Villa, right?" Azhi suddenly turned around with interest.

Tang Xiaotang looked outside: "Yes, yes."

The carriage entered West Street and inevitably attracted attention.

After all, West Street has always been the territory of Yinlan Villa, and today the convoy of Tangjiabao drove straight into the car, which is definitely a big event for Yinlan Villa!

The coachman in Tangjiabao subconsciously became nervous.

"Teacher, where are we stopping?" After entering West Street, one of the two coachmen in front raised the curtain and asked Tang Zhengdao.

"Walk forward, cross the second street, Jubao Pavilion!" Tang Zheng replied.

"..." The coachman glared, "Jubao Pavilion? Are you... sure it is Jubao Pavilion?"

"I'm sure, just stop at the entrance of Jubao Pavilion." Tang Zheng said with a smile.

Tang Xiaotang shut up suddenly, and the only look at Tang Zheng was shocked.

Jubao Pavilion?

They were parking at the entrance of Jubao Pavilion? Who are they teasing?

Just like when they saw the craftsmen of Bailianfang on East Street, they all walked around the road. Although Jubao Pavilion is not on the same level as Bailianfang, it is also an important industry in the Purple Gold City. It openly parked illegally at the door, and it seemed that it would be ugly to die?

Meng Fenghua, who closed his eyes all the way, also opened his eyes: "The door of Jubao Pavilion... isn't that good? It's okay to keep coming across. By the way, what are you doing at Jubao Pavilion?"

Tang Zheng shook his head: "Just stop at the door, and stop opposite to it will not be a safe area."

"What is a safe zone?" Tang Xiaotang was used to a new word popping up from time to time, and asked casually.

"It's a place where bad people dare not go." Tang forehanded gesture, "If there is a bad person who wants to kill someone in the safe area, there will be NPCs who will give him a second."

"Uh, then what is an NPC?" Everyone except Grandpa Ghost asked in unison.

...

After explaining what NPC is, their carriage has arrived at the entrance of Jubao Pavilion.

The two or three teams of servants from Yinlan Villa following far behind looked at the place where their carriages were parked in shock, almost glaring out their eyes.

Jubao Pavilion!

The people from Tangjiabao came together to seek death in a carriage?

Even if the leader of Zhaixing Sect came to Jubao Pavilion to buy things, he would not dare to park the carriage at the door!

"Xiao Tang, let's arrange it. I just told you that within three hundred steps of the entrance of Jubao Pavilion is a safe area, so that they can start posting posters and sending flyers!" Tang Zheng turned to explain to Tang Xiaotang, jumped out of the carriage, strode into Jubao Pavilion, and shouted, "Old squad!"

Ban Yilou was behind the counter, checking and sorting out the accounts, and then he heard a commotion outside. As soon as his astrology was rising and he wanted to go out to see what was going on, he saw Tang Zheng coming in.

Ban Yilou looked outside, then turned to Tang Zheng: "Why did you come? The casting books I have picked out for you are going to feed the mice."

Tang Zhengyixiao: "How many days do I have to prepare?"

Ban Yilou suddenly felt something was wrong: "What are you preparing for?"

There were constant twitching sounds outside, and Ban Yilou remembered that his treasure pavilion had never been so lively!

Although Wulong Town is mixed, I really haven't found any one who dares to come to Jubao Pavilion to find trouble.

Ban Yilou looked at Tang Zheng's smile, decisively ignored him, and rushed out by himself...

A leaflet from Azhi happened to be stuffed into his hand.

Ban Yilou took it and glanced at the title, and almost recited it without breathing!

The title of the flyer is only four words: Powerful purchasing agent!

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