Hangzhou has a population of 300,000.

Huang Ai, Xiaolu and Laolu are only three out of 300,000. Even if they disappear, no one will pay attention.

Similarly, the old lady who is selling candy on tiles and selling candy on tiles and the lonely woman who lives in Xingqingfang and will leave her stall regardless of wind or rain will disappear, and will not be cared about. After all, in recent times, the business of tiles and tiles has been extremely deserted. Even if Ma Poo has not set up a stall, it seems reasonable. Who would really care about it?

The situation in the city has not changed much.

Every day, countless people waiting to leave the city gathered at the gate of the city, making noise and messy.

The Hangzhou prefect Zhao Ting couldn't bear it anymore!

He found Zhu Biao and warned severely: If this continues, Hangzhou's position as the Southeast Commercial Center, which has been established for more than a hundred years since the founding of the Song Dynasty, will be shaken. At that time, the court will definitely hold it accountable.

The implication is to tell Zhu Biao that it’s almost enough.

It has been ten days since there was still no news. Maybe the murderer had escaped from Hangzhou long ago. If you continue to martial law, it will be of no benefit to you and me.

In many things, Zhao Ting would tolerate Zhu Biao.

But this is related to his black hat, so naturally he will not continue to indulge him.

Although Zhu Biao’s son is Zhu Xie, Zhao Ting is in power to govern Hangzhou, and it is impossible for him to have no backer.

If you really want to make a fuss, Zhao Ting is a serious Jinshi. Compared with Zhu Biao, his background is obviously purer and can get the support of the center.

Zhu Biao also knew that there was no hope of tracing the Qing Dynasty.

So he begged Zhao Ting and gave him another three days.

This is equivalent to surrendering to Zhao Ting, and Zhao Ting no longer insists.

One day, two days...

The investigation in Hangzhou is still very strict, but people can clearly feel that it is more strict, just on the surface.

This also made many people see hope and feel extremely happy.

Some are happy, some are angry.

A wonderful person is the angry person.

The funds of Qingxi Pavilion have been withdrawn by more than 80%. Although they can still maintain them, they are no longer as good as before.

There was no way, they wanted to give Zhu Xie an explanation... Zhu Sanpang was indeed a greedy person. The lion spoke up and directly offered a sky-high price of 300,000 yuan. Even if the Ming Cult is supported by Qingxi Pavilion, he would not be overwhelmed.

Eighty percent of the funds are still a drop in the bucket.

Zhu Biao has sent a warning: If Qingxi Pavilion cannot hand over 300,000 trump cards before the Mid-Autumn Festival, he will no longer be polite.

Damn dog official!

The wonderful man couldn't help but curse in his heart, and felt inexplicably frustrated.

I thought that this time he and his senior brother came over and took over Qingxi Pavilion and could take the opportunity to make a fortune, but I didn't want to encounter such a thing.

Now, the idea of ​​making a fortune is not only failed, but also trying to raise money.

It’s a pity that Qiu Miaofa made his own decision. If he could have welcomed the holy objects at that time, maybe the Holy Lord had already started to cause trouble now, so why bother to suffer the anger of the dog official? If one day, when I took the dog official, I would definitely let the dog official eat as much as it would be for me to vomit.

Another busy day of useless work, the wonderful people are particularly irritable.

After dark, he left Qingxi Pavilion and went to Meijia Bridge alone.

There is a tavern in Meijiaqiao, where the home-made rice wine is quite delicious. The snails and belly tips he made in his home are both outstanding in Hangzhou and are also Miaoren's favorite dish to eat. A few days ago, Miaoren had no time.

Tomorrow, Hangzhou will be banned, and he can finally get off the ground with ease.

In that tavern, Miaoren ate two jars of rice wine.

After leaving the tavern, I felt a sensation when I was blown by the cool breeze.

He stood at the bridge and took a deep breath, and walked back slowly... At this time, it was already very late. If it were on weekdays, this was also the most prosperous and noisy time in Hangzhou City. But now, after more than ten days of night ban, the hustle and bustle of the city has almost disappeared. The street that was supposed to be a mixed bag of passers-by, but it is deserted at this moment...

The wonderful man staggered back and unknowingly arrived at Xianlin Temple Bridge.

After crossing Xianlin Temple Bridge, you will walk further forward to the Salt Bridge.

He stretched his waist on the bridge and felt much more awake, so he leaned against the stone pier at the bridgehead and prepared to rest for a while.

It was so deserted, there was no one, and only the sound of frogs under the bridge was heard.

The drunkenness began to surge at this time. He suddenly turned around and vomited under the bridge.

Just when he was lying on the bridge pier and vomiting, he suddenly heard a strong wind coming from behind him.

Although Miaoren had eaten too much wine, he was Qiu Rixin's apprentice after all, and his fist skills were not in vain. He instinctively misstepped and flashed, and saw a man coming with a gun. The moment he turned around, the other party suddenly let out a deep shout.

The shout was like thunder.

He was stabbing out with his gun, as fast as lightning.

The gun broke through the air and made a faint thunder sound. When the magic man turned around, the empty door in front of him was opened, facing the gun.

"ah!"

The wonderful man couldn't help but exclaim, it was too late to dodge.

Just heard a puff sound, and the big gun penetrated into his chest.

The person who came to his hands closed the Yin-Yang handle, and the big gun trembled and then pulled it out of the chest of the Miaoren.

The gun was so fast... fast, as fast as thunder.

A stream of blood gushed out. The Miaoren opened his eyes wide, pointed at the person with his fingers, opened his mouth, and fell to the ground.

He recognized the person who was Wei Gao's entourage, and it seemed that his name was Wu Er?

After Wu Song killed Miaoren with a gun, he stepped over Miaoren's body with a gun and walked onto the Xianlin Temple Bridge. He stood on the bridge, looked back at Miaoren's body, which was still twitching in a pool of blood, and sneered.

Then, he threw the big gun in his hand under the bridge.

The rolling river water will wash away all traces.

After Wu Song killed someone, he walked across Xianlin Bridge as if nothing had happened, and then turned around at the West Bridge and disappeared into the darkness.

After about a stick of incense, a team of patrol soldiers walked past Xianlin Temple Bridge.

When they saw the body of the Miaoren, they thought they were drunk at first. But when they approached...

"Murdered!"

After seeing clearly that it was a dead person, the patrol leader was shocked and quickly blew the bamboo whistle he carried with him.

The whistle was sharp and echoed in the night sky. The city of Hangzhou, which had already returned to the quiet, soon became noisy again.

Diagonally opposite the entrance of Ganoderma lucidum alley, in a tea shop.

Due to the night ban for more than ten days, the business of Qingxi Pavilion has also become lighter.

Gao Yu sat in a tea shop and played chess with Tang Fengshi.

Tang Fengshi's chess power is really not weak. In comparison, Gao Yu's chess power is obviously insufficient, and a big dragon was defeated in 70 games.

"I can't go down, I can't go down!"

He pushed the scale up and pointed at Tang Fengshi and said, "The third brother is not authentic. Even though he knows that my chess skills are not high, he still insists on playing with me."

Tang Fengshi laughed and twisted his goatee.

The experiences of these days made him very upset. The huge sum of 300,000 was pressed on him, just like a mountain. The funds from Qingxi Pavilion were almost allocated by him, and nearly 100,000 pounds of money were exchanged for Zhu Biao to delay the Mid-Autumn Festival.

However, it is only more than fifty days before Mid-Autumn Festival.

It is not easy to make up 200,000 yuan in more than fifty days.

He was very anxious, but he could do nothing.

I just hope that the Lord can reply as soon as possible so that he can respond... The most pleasant thing every day is to pull Gao Yu to play chess and ravage "Jiu Brother" on the chessboard. On the one hand, this can win over Gao Yu, but on the other hand, it may not be a way to relieve it... Gao Yu is extraordinary in gambling, but this chess power is not enough to be on the top.

"Brother Jiu, let's have another game? Your chess power has improved a lot compared to before."

"Forget it, I'm not interested."

Gao Yu stretched and refused Tang Fengshi's invitation.

"It's getting late, I should go back and rest.

If it is too late, I will be investigated by the patrol again... I said, Third Brother, after so long, there is no whereabouts of "Yiqing"?"

"That guy is very cunning and is familiar with Hangzhou. If you really want to hide it, it will be difficult to find it."

Of course you can't find it, because he is right in front of you!

Gao Yu sneered in his heart, but looked distressed, "Then you look for it slowly, I'll go back to sleep.

Let's settle this matter earlier, I hope to get your reply as soon as possible... I don't want to be stuck in this Hangzhou city all the time."

"That's right, that's natural. When Brother Qi comes back in a few days, he will definitely give Brother Jiu a satisfactory answer."

Tang Fengshi said, sending Gao Yu out of the tea shop.

At this moment, a burly man hurriedly came from the direction of the salt bridge. When he saw Tang Fengshi, he hurriedly walked forward and whispered a few words in Tang Fengshi's ear.
Chapter completed!