An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

Same? Zhao couldn't hold back the sneer and ridicule on his face, and he spoke so easily that 놛놋 had some clues.

Do you really think it’s just a business? These are completely two different things!

Murder is nothing more than a matter of four people. A mercenary, a middleman, a killer and a target. It can even be said that it is a matter of one or two people. As long as the middleman makes no mistakes, the only things that need to be considered are how to kill and how to hide.

Raising food involves tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people. The issues involved cannot be easily solved by killing a few people.

It's like a gang fight and an army confrontation. Although the essence is very different, can they be confused?

Is it possible that a ruffian who has fought a few battles can command the advance and retreat of an army while wearing armor?

Isn’t this playing the piano randomly?

"My Fifth Master, you are really good at joking! If I can do such a big thing, do I need to make money by killing people?" Zhao curled his lips in disdain, then picked up the teacup and took a sip.

놛I simply think that Lu 뀗yu is confused, and it is really ridiculous that the two can be confused!

Lu Yuyu didn't explain much, just smiled and said, "I think you can do it, you must do it!"

Snap!

Zhao was so startled that the teacup fell to pieces and shattered. Beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead. The look he looked at Lu Yuyu was no longer a chuckle, but one filled with uncontrollable horror.

This bitch is not chasing a duck, but forcing a good girl to become a prostitute!

"Fifth Master, is it not appropriate to joke around at this time?" With a sense of luck, Zhao swallowed the saliva and was careful to test it.

"What do you think?"

Lu Yuyu still didn't explain, and asked with a smile.

As soon as these words came out, Zhao even had a vague idea of ​​what Lu Yuyu meant. Goosebumps rose up all over his body, and he hurriedly avoided the other party's slightly probing gaze.

He touched the table with trembling fingers, but the tea cup had been broken into pieces, so he could still reach it.

Seeing this, Lu Yuyu patted Zhao Jiu's hand, turned around and shouted, "Come here! Give our commanding officer, Mr. Zhao Muzhi, Mr. Zhao, a cup of hot tea, and I want white buds in autumn!"

"You're welcome, I'll pay for the tea!" Lu Yuyu smiled brightly. From the outside, it seemed that he was a good company who cared about his family.

But Zhao, who was inside the bureau, only felt chilled all over. The buttocks of the chair were moving left and right, and he couldn't sit firmly.

Jiangnan is so big and a grain-producing area. I don’t know how many people live on the food here, and it has been developing for thousands of years. The interests and relationships are intertwined and complicated, and they have long been cut and sorted out. Officials, wealthy businessmen, wealthy families, traffickers and pawns, and even farmers with the surname 땡 are all involved.

Raising food is not just raising food openly and openly, it is simply cutting people's flesh with a knife.

Not to mention having a giant Buddha like Jiang Fengji sit in his place, let alone doing it, just thinking about it is as difficult as climbing it!

With an uneasy feeling, Zhao pushed away the hot tea and reasoned with Lu Yu, "Fifth Master! The salt tax was inspected the year before last, but there was just one round of raids, and the wealthy businessmen just killed a batch. One hundred thousand Dan. Food is not a small amount, where can I conjure it up for you?”

"That's your business!" Lu Yuyu said lukewarmly.

"You might as well ask the emperor to increase taxes!"

"That's none of your business." Lu Yuyu remained lukewarm and said with a smile, "Taxes have already been increased a lot. If we add more, it will easily lead to civil unrest."

Zhao widened his eyes and asked in disbelief, "Then won't my raising food cause a civil uprising?"

"That's your business."

It seemed that Lu Yu only knew this sentence. After saying it with an expressionless face, he picked up the tea cup with great interest and praised "good tea" repeatedly.

Bad! When Zhao Juruan came, he couldn't help but think: This bitch is sincerely using me as a sword!

Or just throw it away after use.

Although he knew that he would probably get the familiar words, Zhao still took a chance and asked, "It's only the beginning of the month now, and the autumn harvest will take another four months no matter what. Even I don't think there are even 100,000 dans of grain." Fifth Master, why don’t we discuss it, even if it’s ten thousand burdens, you have to be considerate of my difficulties..."

"Hey, what kind of trouble are you in? The emperor is in trouble! The autumn harvest is indeed far away, but it's still in the official warehouse. If the grain is left uneaten, it will go bad!"

"Are you crazy?" Zhao retorted without thinking, almost jumping with excitement.

He was horrified and said, "The official warehouse is mainly used for disaster relief and emergency. It is still a long time before the autumn harvest. If there is some disaster during this period, the official warehouse will have no food, so the government will force the people to rebel!"

"When the time comes, my head will not quell the public's anger! Aren't you afraid that I will betray you before I die?"

"Don't say such things, I'm your uncle!"

Lu Yuyu scolded him sternly, but there was no hint of sincerity in his expression.

After putting down the tea cup, he tapped the table with his fingers and said in a persuasive way, "Isn't it right to spend it now and make up for it in the autumn harvest? The Northern Expedition is a great thing that has contributed to the present and benefited the world. We should be more considerate of the emperor." The painstaking efforts!”

"Besides, things are urgent and slow. A civil commotion is a civil commotion. Killing a few unruly people is not a big deal. Isn't it just to eliminate harm to the common people?"

"Isn't that what you do?"

Zhao laughed angrily at these remarks. 놛It is true that people make money by killing people, but that is killing on a case-by-case basis. If there is a civil uprising, is it still a case of killing on a case-by-case basis? Then you have to kill them in groups!

So is Mom still a killer? That's the butcher!

It is good if the harm is also eliminated, but it is not eliminated.

"Whether you want to do it or not, ask someone else to do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao stood up and turned to walk to the door. This time, he really didn't want to provoke anyone. Forget about making money, it's good that he didn't have a psychological shadow from the word "Jiangnan".

Hiss.

He didn't take a few steps, and his sleeve was suddenly cut. A strand of long hair fell in the wind, and his neck felt cold.

"I think you can do it, what do you think?"

Lu Yu's calm voice sounded behind him, and Zhao turned around slowly to look. Lu Yu, who was originally sitting and drinking tea, was no longer visible, replaced by a phantom whose face could not be seen clearly.

The phantom held a precious sword in his hand, wearing armor that had long been rotten, and his skin and flesh had long been blurred. In the haze, it seemed that he could see the white bones and the sea of ​​blood.

The red eyes stared straight at Zhao, and the moment they looked at each other, it seemed that he wanted to peel his skin, pull out his tendons, bleed and cut his flesh, and cut open his abdomen and dig out his heart.

Soon the shadow disappeared, and Lu Yu reappeared in front of him. But Zhao Jue only felt his whole body trembling, his hair stood up, his scalp tingled, cold sweat ran down his back, and his body seemed to be flowing with lightning.

For a moment, his brain was blank, and he couldn't do anything, even lifting a finger was a luxury.

"Drink tea!" Lu Yu's contemptuous voice sounded.

It echoed in Zhao Jue's mind for a long time, like a blow to the head, and a sudden enlightenment. Zhao Jue came back to his senses in a daze, and looked at Lu Yu who was drinking tea leisurely with fear.

He sat obediently, put his hands on his legs, but the sweat on his palms couldn't stop. A sip of hot tea filled his stomach, and his soul and seven spirits returned to their places.

Lu Yu didn't seem to notice Zhao Jue's embarrassment, and smiled and patted his shoulder, "How do you know that you can't do it if you don't do it? I believe in you, why don't you believe in yourself?"

"Well, you can ask for anything, I'm not a stingy person. Of course, you can also tell me about your enemies, you can kill people, and so can I!"

"Maybe I can do better than you?"

"It's useless if you don't say it, I don't charge you!"