The taste of mutton noodle soup seduces the gluttony in Kwon Dong's stomach.
But he reflexively covered his purse and bluffed his face: "What to eat!"
Hurry up, buy a few steamed buns and come up. ” The hired coachman glanced at Quan Dong with contempt, this person, when he arrived in Beijing, he still picked the door like this, it was really a shame for Zhuangyuanlang!
He is a native of Luqiu Town, and knows that Kwon Dong has always been this virtue.
Quan Dong hired him, and promised to only pay for the car and ignore food and accommodation, and he didn't even give him half a steamed bun along the way.
He shook his head, touched a few big bucks and came out, bought two steaming buns, and stood on the side of the road to eat.
He was hungry early in the morning, and he had to be kind to himself even if he was a driver.
Seeing this, Quan Shi'an became more and more dissatisfied.
The coachman has steamed buns to eat, and their family is not without money, but they want to eat steamed buns.
There are a lot of people here, and Quan Dong is not good at reprimanding, so he just stares at him.
The father and son were slightly deadlocked.
"This little brother is invited."
At this moment, a man came up from the side, the same person who had followed them all the way.
He was short in stature but amiable, and said with a smile on his face: "I heard that the two of you are the clansmen of the champion Lang?"
I wonder if it's an honor to invite the two of you to a bowl of noodles?
” This person came uninvited, and Kwon Dong was not a fool, he glanced at him vigilantly and asked, "Who are you?"
” "In Xia Wangji, I opened a pen and ink shop in Nanshi."
He arched his hand and said: "I have admired Zhuang Yuanlang for a long time, but unfortunately I can't find a chance."
It's rare to see the two of them today, so I want to climb the friendship. ” He said it so frankly that it was hard to make people feel disgusted with him.
"You and I have never had anything to do with each other, what friendship do you have?"
Kwon Dong asked unceremoniously.
"You don't know," Wang Ji said with a smile: "Zhuang Yuanlang is a celebrity in Beijing right now, how many people want to ask his calligraphy and paintings to go back for offering, and also bless the descendants to come back?"
” "It's just that Master Quan's pen and ink flow very little, and I am fortunate to meet you today, so I simply have a cheeky face."
His smile was extremely sincere, and he said: "I thought that with this friendship, it would be an honor if Zhuang Yuanlang wrote a few strokes in his spare time and hung them in my shop." ” Quan Shi'an heard this patiently, and he couldn't help it for a long time.
He tugged at Quan Dong's sleeve and said, "Father, come down."
The son looked at the shopkeeper of the king very sincerely, and eating a bowl of noodles together was also a rare fate. ” Quan Dong was already tempted, and his eyes were full of golden light.
I didn't expect that Quan Moxian's pen and ink could also be sold for money, this is a great way to make money.
It is much easier to get money than when he gets up early and buys medicinal herbs greedily and sells them hard.
Just a few words, nothing more than a few strips of paper and ink.
He regretted it in his heart, he knew that he should have collected Quan Moxian's past exercises, and he could sell them for a few bucks.
As he had already moved, he dismounted from the donkey, jumped down the carriage, and put up a score: "Okay, for the sake of your sincerity." ” Wang Ji said yes again and again, and led the two to the mutton noodle soup to sit down.
The ridicule at the corner of his lips flashed away.
After serving three bowls of mutton noodle soup, Wang Ji asked for another plate of fennel beans, a plate of sour bamboo shoots, and a plate of dried tofu.
Quan Shi'an was not polite, holding the bowl and began to eat with a sigh, and he ate most of the side dishes alone.
A trace of disgust flashed in Wang Ji's eyes, but he still had a sincere smile on his face, holding the two of them to talk without a trace.
After a meal, the three of them became friends.
Quan Shi'an burped, picked his teeth and said, "Brother Wang, I have written down the mistress of this meal!"
What is needed, just come to me. ” "Say what?"
Quan Dong interrupted him and said with a smile: "Children talk nonsense, don't take the shopkeeper to heart."
As long as the price is right, everything is easy to say, easy to say!
” After that, he glared at Quan Shi'an, what kind of chest did he shoot indiscriminately?
This good business sent to the door, naturally to negotiate the price.
Wang Ji respectfully sent the two into the car and said with a smile: "In this way, I will wait for the good news of the two of you."
As long as the right adult's ink treasure, the price is easy to say. ” He handed over a famous post and said, "This is the address of my pen and ink shop, come to me if you have any news." ” Quan Dong laughed twice and put away the name post, and admitted: "Okay!
” Seeing the two get into the carriage, the smile on Wang Ji's face gradually faded.
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He stood there for a while, hired a soft sedan chair, and went straight to a private house in the southeast corner of Luoyang City.
That private house, from the outside, looks like just a normal ordinary home.
But if you look closely, you will find that this house is long and narrow, with exits left and right in the front and back for entering and exiting, and the houses on both sides of the house live in a simple place, with almost no sense of existence.
All this is to cover up the true face of this private house.
This is a secret stronghold set up by Guan Jinghuan, and it is dedicated to the staff to give advice here.
And Wang Ji, a businessman who ostensibly runs a pen and ink shop, actually uses this identity to inquire about the news of the DPRK and China.
Pen and ink are the most indispensable things for literati, and by using this business, they can get in touch with the subordinates and servants of the ministers.
And there is often a lot of important news, which is inferred from the words or deeds of these people.
But these news cannot be found out all the time.
Among Guan Jinghuan's staff, his status is neither high nor low.
He is an ambitious man, how can he be satisfied with the current status quo?
He knew that Guan Jinghuan had recently been rectifying Quan Moxian.
And the Quan family he happened to meet from afar, greedy, snobbish, and short-sighted, just right for him.
Countless thoughts went through Wang Ji's mind, and he laughed contentedly.
In this way, his status in the staff team can finally be improved.
And the father and son of Quandong, who separated from him, will also arrive at the main gate of the Quan family.
He got out of the carriage and looked up at the house with his hands behind his back, as if looking at his belongings.
"Let's go!"
He said to Kwon Shi'an.
"Second master, wait a minute!"
The coachman stopped him and said, "I haven't paid for this car yet!"
” "What's the hurry?"
Quan Dong rolled his eyes and said, "It's all in the capital, will I still rely on your accounts?"
His abacus jingled, and he wanted to wait to enter the Quan family and let the Quan aunt pay for the car for him.
"That's not going to work!"
The coachman saw through his plan at a glance, and despised him for doing so.
In that small place of Luqiu, it was not easy to produce a champion, how could he have such a faceless and skinless clansman.
He drove the car to make a living, and even if he didn't make this trip, someone else would take the errand.
However, he also wanted to do something for Quan Moxian as much as possible. stepped forward and grabbed Quan Dong's sleeve, and said hurriedly: "You are in debt!"
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