An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

There was a carriage of different sizes parked on a clearing in the mountains far away from the official road.

In the carriage, Zhao was bored and flipping through a storybook, feeling sleepy. He opened the curtain and looked at the sky. The sun was getting weaker and it was almost dark.

He lowered the curtain and calculated that he arrived here yesterday. The letter was sent five days ago. At the speed of 800 miles, Lu should arrive tonight.

"Damn it, I'm blackmailing you. Do you really think I'm cheap..."

Staring at the curtain in a daze, he smiled self-deprecatingly, what a coward!

He lay down in the carriage, no matter what happened, he would sleep first, and let Lu wait for him.

Maybe I slept too much these two days, or maybe I didn't feel sleepy at all. Anyway, I woke up slowly after not sleeping for long.

It was just getting dark when I got off the carriage.

He was lying on his back, making a living next to me, and stretched out his hands to roast meat casually. The gradually warming air didn't make him much more energetic, but he felt a little tired.

He took out some wine and food, and ate and drank in small sips in the sunlight. The sunlight swayed, illuminating the open space. Drinking alone under the moonlight was quite a different experience.

"Tap, tap, tap"

There was a sound of urgent horse hooves in the distance, and Zhao turned back to look at the pipe and saw a figure, but he felt that it should be Lu.

"What a big show..."

After muttering to himself inexplicably, he ignored the sound of horse hooves behind him and continued to roast meat and drink. Who cares if he finds me in such a small place? I might as well die.

After a while, the sound of horse hooves came from far away, and the sound of iron hooves stepping on the mud had already sounded around the forest.

The voice came before the person arrived.

"Why did you choose such a place to meet? Do you like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River? I remember you are from the south of the Yangtze River!"

Who is this familiar voice?

"Don't shout if there is no one here. If there is a woodcutter coming down the mountain to cut wood, you will scare me to death." Zhao said unhappily.

"Yes, yes!" The voice seemed to be far away in the sky, but it was in front of me in the blink of an eye.

Lu, dressed in casual clothes, walked out of the darkness like a country gentleman, leading his horse, stroking his beard softly.

Although his eyebrows were drooping, he could see the slightest fatigue on his face, and he looked a little relaxed and comfortable, like a spring outing.

Zhao turned his head to look at the forest in the distance, smiling thoughtfully. When Lu approached, he asked politely, "Did you have a smooth journey?"

"Haha." This made Lu chuckle, and he explained, "Your polite words are getting more and more inappropriate..."

"Don't mind, I just mean it."

Lu tied up the horse, stretched out his hand and said, "That's not interesting."

The two looked at each other, and since it was not interesting, they just talked. Yu and Yu seemed to have a tacit understanding and kept silent. One of them was drinking wine with a gloomy look, while the other was roasting food with his eyes downcast.

They looked like two sullen chickens.

"What's the matter with calling me here? You will come to watch the moon for me, right?" Lu finally calmed down and asked.

"Money! People!"

Zhao had nothing to hide after getting straight to the point. He spoke very naturally and even felt that he was at a disadvantage.

"You're asking for money and people before the work is done?"

"How can we do things without money and people?"

Lu was a little surprised by the tit-for-tat words, and this time he played by his usual routine.

With a frown on his face, he asked in surprise, "Have you thought of a solution? You know, cheating people, especially cheating your superiors, is great!"

"How should I know! What solution? How can I think of it without money and no one? Mules can eat their fill, and you are starving and still thinking of a solution." Zhao Jue was a little bit scornful. You can still think of a solution by yourself, and you are a saint if you stuff money into the government warehouse!

After the voice fell, neither of them spoke again. Lu looked at Zhao Jue with scrutiny from time to time. His intuition told him that the calm roast in front of him was probably bluffing, but his curiosity was suppressed.

His eyes went back and forth, looking up and down for who knows how long. Zhao was the first to lose patience, raised his eyebrows and said happily, "Just give it to me, give it to me. Can you rely on me to carry 100,000 loads of grain?"

"How many people do you have? How much money?" Lu turned his head and stared at him, his eyes flashing with a meaningful light.

"A big..." Seeing Lu's face change drastically and his eyebrows furrowed, he quickly changed his words, "A small master, the more above the fifth rank, the better, and find me a carving master and a skilled master."

"As for the money, raise it to two taels a month."

This arrogant request almost made Lu laugh. What kind of small master is needed to move grain? This is still 100,000 dan, 100,000 dan, and you have to take off your python robe to do hard labor?

"Haha." Lu smiled and joked, "I'll give you dozens of small masters, and give you 100,000 elite soldiers and cavalry, and tens of thousands of good horses."

"Just give Jiangnan to you, and you can occupy the mountain and be the king!"

Before Lu finished speaking, Zhao was furious, "Fuck, what are you talking about? What are you talking about?"

"I do the work, and I take the thunder. Dozens of people, is two taels too much? From beginning to end, did I have one more person and one tael of silver?"

"Draft the speech, damn!"

In the flickering light, the two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was tense for a while, as if they would fight if they agreed.

But surprisingly, the two just looked at each other and nothing happened.

After a while, as if he compromised or helpless, Lu sighed and nodded, "Little Grandmaster is fine, but I can only get you 15 of them above the fifth rank. I think for raising grain, there is no difference between 15 and 50..."

"Enough! Transfer Jiang Hu and Li Xiaohouye over." Seeing that Lu was willing to give in, Zhao asked, "What kind of request is that?"

After thinking for a while, Zhao asked worriedly, "When the time comes, can I kill two prefects?"

Lu did not answer immediately, and smiled mysteriously, "Do you have a way? Why, are you afraid that I will steal your credit?"

"When people come, there will be..." Zhao insisted on not giving in.

Across the sunlight, the two looked at each other, and the serious expressions on their faces gradually changed, and then they laughed.

"Good nephew!"

"Good uncle!"

As for how much calculations there were between the nephew and the uncle, both of them could tell clearly.

As if remembering something, Zhao changed the subject and pointed to the hazy Laiqu Villa in the distance, "I own that place, including the surrounding mountains."

He circled his fingers and said lightly, "You can come here to transport it in the future. Can I help you to transport it to the capital?"

"Okay, it's a piece of cake. It's not far from the capital. I will send a carpenter to repair it. What do you plan to do..."

"Brothel." Zhao spoke calmly. Such a good place must be convenient for his own people.

Lu was puzzled, "Ah?"

"You also know about brothels?" They are all men, why are you pretending? Zhao was speechless.

"I understand!" Lu nodded helplessly.

It's good to understand. Zhao clapped his hands, stood up and walked towards the carriage. He was a little sleepy after talking so much.

He said as he walked, "Let's get everyone in place as soon as possible, especially the young marquis and Jiang Xiaohu."

"Let them come to Lin'an to find me..."