There were only five tables in total, and the thin wooden boards on the second floor were separated by two elegant rooms. Panlong had four large tin kettles on his head, and even the shopkeeper and the clerk were only three...

It was just a small teahouse in Sijiu City that specialized in neighbors' business. In the second half of the night, Duan's two followers asked him to open the door with their eyebrows and stare at each other. The shopkeeper was already scared and couldn't stop sifting. Since the scene outside the sausage became noisy, the shopkeeper and the two friends could sleep peacefully. They either lie behind the window on the second floor to watch the scene on the street outside, or listen to the movements outside with one ear.

In the past, when there were chaos in Sijiu City, they were almost like this now. First, the owner of the original house and shop had to be washed into a bag, and then it was the next neighbor's turn to suffer from the disaster. The little property that people saved up in several lifetimes could be cleaned in the chaos in Sijiu City, leaving only the bitter master who had lost trouble for no reason, falling into a pile of rubble, wanting to cry without tears, and cursing the sky without words!

Just as he was frightened, he ran into the evil spirit again. He shivered and pulled the door bolt. The shopkeeper of the teahouse didn't even know what the two people standing outside the door looked like. His knees had already weakened and he knelt heavily on the threshold: "Master God... I pity my honest buyer who is picking the soil at a little profit... I don't have any valuable things in my shop..."

He kicked the teahouse shopkeeper who had been soft and knee-knocked. A follower next to Mr. Duan whispered to the teahouse shopkeeper without hesitation: "I opened the big stove and boiled water, the teapot, and the tea bowls are cleaned up! Take out the good tea leaves in the town shop, and Mr. Duan wants to use your shop to discuss matters! If there is a bad service... your teahouse will naturally not need to be opened. Whether you can have a mat in the nest outside the city gate is all about it!"

He blinked in surprise and suspiciously, and the shopkeeper of the teahouse who fell to the ground didn't come back to his senses for a long time. It was not until the two guys in the teahouse came over to help him up from the ground that the shopkeeper of the teahouse shouted at the two guys who were supporting him as if he had just returned to his soul: "Hurry up...... open the big stove and boil water! The overnight Chen water in the jar cannot be used, so hurry up and go to the sweet water well in the alley behind to carry a new load! And the white porcelain jar hidden under my bed, I quickly took it out, and it was this year's Biluochun..."

Seeing that the teahouse shopkeeper and two friends were busy working, Duan’s two helpers had no intention of reaching out to help with it. Instead, they grabbed the teapot on the table and poured the cool tea root left in the teapot into their mouths without any hesitation. Then they let out a long sigh, and shouted in unison: “This fucking night... is a death-taking life..."

As soon as he said that, the two followers around Duan looked at the faces of the two followers. One of the thinner ones reached out to take out a snuff bottle from his arms, carefully knotted a squeezing cube on his fingernails, and put it under his nose and vented it hard. He suddenly felt as if he had touched the switch intently, and his whole body was trembling like electricity. After a while, he moaned and shouted: "This... the white face is more satisfying than the big smoke! If this were to be normal, he would have been addicted to swallowing a few cooked bubbles, he would probably not be able to withstand it for a long time..."

He looked at the thinner follower with a jealous look. Another follower with a greasy and chestic look on his face immediately came over: "I said brother, I'm so anxious today, I didn't carry this life-saving thing. Brother, please give me a bite..."

With his eyes squinted, the thinner follower took the snuff bottle into his arms without hesitation: "You Niu Ertang went out, and you forgot what your surname is, Chunfeng San, Iron Paste and White Flour, these three treasures with you, you never forget them! What? You are looking for a bargain and finding my head on Fan Dongliu?"

He approached Fan Dongliu with a salivating face. Niu Erdeng turned his head and looked at the crowds outside the teahouse. Then he turned around carefully and said to Fan Dongliu: "This is not a matter of urgent matter today. I almost didn't even have to wear shoes when I went out. How could I remember to bring that third child with me..."

"Fuck! Do you really think I don't know what you are doing? Why? Master Duan's white noodles sale in Sijiu City has not even opened. You quietly searched some white noodles from the hands of those ghost-trading owners, and sold them at a high price when there was no smoke on the market and white noodles were rare. Is this a good feeling?"

"How can I...brother, I'll count you one...brother, can't count you one? I must not count you one..."

Looking at Niu Ertang with a flattering smile on his face, Fan Dongliu reached out to take out the snuff bottle with white face from his arms, and raised his hand to Niu Ertang, who was already crying: "There are so many messes in this Sijiu city, and the ghost business will not be able to leave for a while. You can't search so much white face in your hand. You can't get the money and get it out. Is it a big tip of the knife that hits your throat? Even you took out the little bit of your body that you have to have your own sucking?"

He sniffed his nose and white face. Niu Ertang twisted his body straight up and twisted his body for a long time before nodding at Fan Dongliu like a dream: "They are all people who cannot be messed with in Sijiu City. I just said that I've just slowed down for two days and delivered the goods. Good guy... I immediately put three Browning's pistols on my head! If I stumbled more last night, I'm afraid that we two will not see each other today! This business... can make a big deal, it's all about life-long money!"

Looking up at the crowds outside the teahouse, Fan Dongliu sighed heavily: "That's the business that is hard-working. Can you continue to do it in the future? Let's talk about it? Look——Among the chrysanthemum club, one of Master Duan has fallen seedlings. In the future, we two have to play the drums and drums again. If you want to earn the benefits of this white-faced business, you will be in a difficult situation... Master Duan is here, hurry up and prepare!"

Hurryingly took the snuff bottle back from Niu Ertang and stuffed it into his arms. Fan Dongliu rushed out of the teahouse gate in three steps and greeted everyone who was walking straight towards the teahouse gate in a sweet voice: "Master Shi, please..."

"Mr. Hu, you are promoted..."

"Tabel, you are lucky..."

With a smile on his face, Duan, who was walking behind everyone, saw all the main characters recommended by the men in the Sijiu City entering the teahouse. Then he grabbed Fan Dongliu, who nodded and bowed in front of the teahouse, and said, "I'm so tidy under my feet, hurry up and go to the houses of the senators of the Beiping Municipal Government! No matter whether I can see the master, I will just say something - I will come to the Jushe gate to help Master Duan to gather the scene, and the family will occupy 10% of the shares! If I don't come, Master Duan, I can't get through this Flame Mountain, and they can't think of staying in the Banana Cave!"

He stared at Master Duan for some reason, and Fan Dongliu couldn't help but mutter to Master Duan with a ferocious look on his face: "Mr. Duan, just two words without beginning or end can really..."

He bit his back teeth hard, and Duan's pair of mung beans were full of fierce light, like a mad dog who chose people: "Missing garlic in a casserole, the right and the left will be the hammer tonight! I handed out this to Mr. Duan, and it would be better if someone understood the way here. If you really don't understand, you might as well pretend to be confused... Then you will slap the ball and leave. My surname Duan, who is surnamed Duan, is not afraid of wearing shoes! Even if you want to be a lie down in this Sijiu City, Master Duan, I will still pull up a few people on the back - hurry up!"

Watching Fan Dongliu turn his head and squeeze out the crowd and run away wildly, Master Duan turns his face to the people who have just sat in the teahouse. His face is full of smiles and flattering. He shouts at the shopkeeper of the teahouse who is stunned by the side with a hoarse voice: "What? This teahouse has never served such noble people before? I won't change it, and I won't even say polite words on the scene?"

He looked coldly at Mr. Duan shouting at the shopkeeper who was about to scare, and Mr. Hu, who was sitting on a bench, spoke calmly: "Mr. Duan, although the men in the Sijiu City are admiring their faces tonight, they will calm down for a while, but they can't take care of others, and they will start to make noises. If you want to restrain this scene at that time... I'm afraid it's really difficult? Mr. Duan, you have to find a charter that can make everyone happy as soon as possible?"

In agreement, Taberle clasped his fists at Uncle Hu. He clasped his voice of smoking and drinking that was raised high, and looked at Duan who was standing at the entrance of the teahouse with his eyes squinted: "Mr. Duan, there has been a rule since ancient times - to break into a private house, and be beaten to death! Tonight, our men were playing in the fire-master hall. If we didn't stare, we ran into a bunch of turtles in the chrysanthemum club and broke into the house at night. Not only did we say the interest of our men in the Sijiu City, we also injured our hands.

A few famous and surnamed figures in the 49th city! You look at this arm... If it weren't for the fact that my ancestors had raised several Buku who were given by the emperor in the mansion to protect the house, I would have been solemnly responsible for their training, I'm afraid my arm would not be able to be protected... What would have happened... Master Duan, you are the one who is now falling in the Qing Dynasty, and our down-and-out dragon sons and phoenix grandsons are really inferior to pheasants?!"

The note with the stamp of the chrysanthemum club was taken out from the sleeve. Mr. Shi slowly spread the note on the table and carefully stroked it flat. Then he looked up at Mr. Duan who was standing at the entrance of the teahouse: "I asked roughly, and there were nineteen families with the stamp. Mr. Duan, these nineteen families have lost their own things that they think are their best. You... give me a gift and see how our nineteen families should get back their own things?!"
Chapter completed!