An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

"Huh, once? Not even once!"

Lu Wenyu's tone was cold, he tapped the teacup lightly and smiled disdainfully. The sly smile seemed to be mocking Zhao Jiu's naivety.

Although Lu Wenyu's words were not loud, cold sweat was still running down Zhao's back. The weather in late autumn and early winter was getting colder, but Zhao's whole body was still slightly warm.

Things are not easy to handle! Zhao Jiu had silently had the intention to retreat in his heart. Not once did it mean that every time, one party would be completely wiped out as the result. Zhao really had no confidence that he would survive such casualties. Four thousand taels per head, this was life money!

Although he often wanted to give up, he was still a little unwilling. He lowered his voice and asked in a slower tone, "Fifth Master, even a first-grade man may not be able to survive. I'm a third-grade man... I'm afraid I can only watch."

"Are you scared?" Lu Wenyu's cold expression disappeared and replaced with a mocking expression.

"Who is not afraid of losing one's life?"

Lu Wenyu nodded. Although his lips were curved, he still recognized Zhao Jiu's words, "Don't worry, there won't be many first-grade ones, one or two at most. Our first-grade ones will keep an eye on the other first-grade ones. Besides, you are not a third-grade one, right?" ? Can’t run away even if you can’t kill?”

After listening to Lu Wenyu's words, Zhao held the armrest tightly with both hands, like a child whose troubles were exposed, feeling embarrassed but unable to say a word. He could only lower his head and dare not look at Lu Wenyu. He was silent for a while before changing the topic with a wry smile.

"Isn't it also in line with the rules to be of the first grade? Why is it that there are not many of the first grade?"

"You really don't know?" Lu Wenyu, who was drinking tea, was full of surprise when he spoke. He looked at Zhao Jiu in disbelief, and then explained after a moment of thoughtfulness.

"There is an unwritten saying in martial arts: If you take one step at a time before establishing yourself and do not rely on secret methods, you will definitely become a master as long as you don't die. So the first rank is the backbone. Who will let the backbone go to death? How many more losses will there be? What to do next time?”

"As for the older first-grade people, they are either the first-grade ones who have survived and have little fighting ability, or they have positions in large and small sects. The second- and third-grade people should be the best candidates. At least if the second- and third-grade people die, it will be more heartbreaking than the first-grade ones. ”

The more Zhao listened, the more depressed he became. It was not that the love was lacking, but that both parties were reluctant to part with it. I was thinking silently in my heart, if it is like what Lu Wenyu said, this business can be done, it will be professional with more money and less trouble!

Four thousand taels per head, where can I find this business?

Seeing Zhao, he hesitated to speak. Lu Wenyu asked eagerly, "According to your wishes, this business..."

"Let me think about it."

"I'll give you another ten thousand taels when I come back alive." Lu Wenyu waved her hand and decisively added money.

"I am willing to serve the Fifth Master!" Zhao immediately stood up and handed over his hands, fearing that Lu Wenyu would take them back.

Seeing this, Lu Wenyu just smiled. He also knew Zhao Jiu's character. While he was afraid of death, he also loved money as much as his life. There was nothing that couldn't be solved with more money. If there was, then it was because the extra money was not enough!

"Okay, I knew you would agree! You are indeed a pillar of the country, risking your life and dying in vain!" Since Zhao has already agreed, the conditions can be easily lifted immediately and replaced with fair and aboveboard rhetoric. As for the transactions under the stage Well, has that ever happened?

"The trouble is serious. You won't be on duty for the next few days. Go back and prepare well. Take this as your top priority! If you need anything, you can ask and I will try my best to satisfy you." Lu Wenyu stood up and said with a smile on his face.

Zhao stood up holding on to the handle of the chair, lowered his head and pondered for a moment. It seemed that there was nothing needed, but the wool was still whitening. "Is there something powerful that is comparable to a master? It's best not to get close. I was caught close to you." People were beaten to death..."

"You're talking about... artillery?" Lu Wenyu, who had just stood up, looked at Zhao Jiu in surprise.

"Have you got a cannon?" Zhao's eyebrows were raised with joy, and the corners of his mouth almost curled up to his ears. Boy, the power of technology!

Lu Wenyu, who just wanted to say something polite, was surprised, even his words were trembling a little, "Yes, yes, but why do you want that thing? The laws of Daqi stipulate that anyone who hides cannons secretly will be punished by the Nine Clan! Besides, you don't need it. Come on, you don’t want to..."

"Yes, I want to set up a cannon and blast his mother."

"Huh? You?" Lu Wenyu looked Zhao Jiu up and down in front of him, thinking that he was out of his mind, but Lu Wenyu still explained kindly, "There is a general cannon in the Beijing camp, do you really want it?"

"If you want, you'd better give me dozens of doors!" Zhao was so excited that he couldn't close his mouth with joy.

Lu Wenyu said doubtfully, "That thing alone weighs at least two to three thousand kilograms, and it needs to be refilled after one shot. Although it is a weapon for siege and defense, it is really useless for warriors. Not to mention dozens of You can’t resist the door.”

Anyone else would definitely not be able to carry more than two or three thousand kilograms, but Zhao has room! Isn't the weight a minor issue?

"I only have magical effects. To be honest, can you give it to me?" Zhao was smiling, and he couldn't suppress the pride in his heart. This was not a cannon, it was just white money waving at him.

"Okay, I'm not a stingy person when you say that. I'll go to the palace to meet the emperor in person. I can't give you dozens of general cannons, twenty at most, and I'll give you five cannonballs each." Seeing Zhao, he insisted on going his own way. , Lu Wenyu simply complied with Zhao Jiu's wishes. After Lu Wenyu thought for a moment, he added, "Every cannon must be registered. You must return the cannon as soon as you come back from Xing'an Mountains, otherwise I will kill you!"

"Okay, I promise you, if you come back with one door missing, just take my head. A gentleman's word..." Zhao Jue promised with a bow.

"It's hard to catch up!"

The two seemed to have discussed something important and laughed at each other. Lu Wenyu didn't say much nonsense. After saying goodbye to Zhao Jue, he went out to the West Garden. Zhao Jue sat down with a smile on his face, asked his subordinate Xiaoqi to come in and change a cup of hot tea, leaned against the back of the chair, drank tea comfortably, and quietly waited for good news from Lu Wenyu.

It was not until the beginning of the afternoon that Lu Wenyu returned to Zhaoyu. Seeing Zhao Jue drinking tea, he reluctantly took out the approval document and handed it to Zhao Jue, then took the tea handed by Xiaoqi and drank a few sips.

"Muzhi, this time His Majesty has shown extra favor and granted you 20 cannons. I will send people to take them back to the Jinyiwei secret vault along with the shells, and then register them."

"Don't do your duty these days. Make more preparations and take some time to go to the Jingying outside the city to learn how to load and fire. I can't teach you these. Come to Zhaoyu to see me in five days."

After saying that, Lu Wenyu put down the teacup and persuaded softly, "Muzhi, I mean well. That thing is not suitable for assassination. If it doesn't work, I will give you some strange poison, which can even poison a junior master. As for the cannon, just fire two cannons in the Jingying to satisfy your craving..."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Zhao just lowered his head and pretended to be dead.

If you don't want to use close-range assassination when you have a cannon, isn't that a brain problem?