An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

In Liangzhou City, the tavern has been open for seven or eight days, but there is very little business.

Mainly because bistro wine is not cheap. There are only three kinds of wine, Daoyaozui from Chang'an, Huadiao, a famous wine from Jiangnan, and Shaodaozi from Shengjing. Except for Shaodaozi, the other two kinds of wine are basically not affordable for ordinary people to drink, such as Huadiao, three liang per pot. Such a price is enough to scare away many people. After all, Liangzhou cannot be said to be prosperous.

The weather is good today. The snow that has been falling for many days has stopped today. Zhao moved a deck chair and lay under the tree in the front yard. The sunlight filtered through the tree that had lost its leaves and shone on Zhao, although it was not very warm. , but it still has a different feeling from snowy days.

The sun was shining a little, making people feel quite sleepy, so Zhao just covered his novel and enjoyed the pleasant time.

The breeze is not dry and the sun is just right.

Zhao fell asleep in a daze. The days were short in winter, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already dark. After going out to eat, I wandered back to the courtyard with a bag of tea.

As soon as I closed the door and lit the stove to boil water for tea, before finishing the pot of tea, I heard several pigeons chirping from the roof. Zhao was overjoyed. After a month or two, he finally had business.

After waving, the pigeon called twice, fell into Zhao Ju's hands, untied the bamboo slips on his feet, and a piece of paper fell down. The first thing I saw was the six tubes on the note, which made it clear that it was the six-fingered flying pigeon delivering the message. When I opened the note, there were only a dozen words: Gan Qizi Shi Liangzhou Nuanxiang Pavilion Jia Er.

After Zhao finished reading, he threw the note into the stove, put nine blank notes in the bamboo tube, and let the pigeons fly. I silently thought about whether it was a trap set by Jin Yiwei. After thinking about it, I decided to take a trip. It is not my style to be afraid of wolves in front and tigers in the back.

After thinking about it. Drink tea calmly and practice. Twenty-seven will be in two days. There is still plenty of time, so there is no need to be too hasty.

For two consecutive days, Zhao stayed in the courtyard. Except for eating, he almost never left the door or took a step outside, trying to avoid unnecessary appearances as much as possible. This is also one of the preparations in advance.

On the third night, when it was Haishi, Zhao slowly got up, put on the clothes he had prepared long ago, and changed his appearance. After a strange snapping sound that could only be heard by himself, Zhao turned into a man with small eyes and a big mouth. With his appearance and two mustaches, he really looks like a wretched rich young man.

"Hey hey hey." He changed his voice and smiled, feeling very satisfied with himself. This was at least the first guarantee.

Nuanxiang Pavilion is not far from the tavern, but Zhao will not go there directly. Firstly, it does not suit his dress, and secondly, it is easy to arouse suspicion. After all, it was too conspicuous for a wealthy young man with luxurious decorations to walk to a brothel.

But Zhao didn't have a carriage, and he couldn't drive it if he had one. What kind of rich young master doesn't even have a servant? So Zhao took a clever trick and pretended to be drunk and couldn't take the car, so he wandered to the brothel. Although it was not very reasonable, it was at least more reasonable than walking.

After turning the corner and walking down another street, Zhao first found a restaurant and ordered a table of food and wine. While eating, he asked the shopkeeper if there was any romantic place nearby and gave the shopkeeper a look that all men knew.

The shopkeeper pinched his beard and smiled. Their eyes met and they both grinned. Zhao stuffed a tael of silver into the shopkeeper's arms. The shopkeeper understood and introduced the Nuanxiang Pavilion not far away to Zhao. The service was attentive, the girl was considerate, and she had a lot of nice things to say. Zhao asked if it was true or false, and the shopkeeper raised his eyebrows with a vulgar expression.

"It's done." Zhao was overjoyed and quickly pretended to be a hungry ghost. After drinking the wine in the glass, he couldn't wait to say goodbye to the shopkeeper and walked out as the shopkeeper looked on with envy.

Nuanxiang Pavilion is on another street not far away. Unlike Jiangnan, this Nuanxiang Pavilion looks no different from a restaurant or inn from a distance. The windows in many rooms are half-open, and the sound of spring breeze can be heard all the time. Before you even get close, you can already smell the strong smell of powder, and there are even many scantily clad prostitutes soliciting customers outside the door, which greatly shocked Zhao, who had lived in Jiangnan for a long time. You know, a prostitute is a prostitute, and a prostitute is a prostitute. There is a high probability that this Nuanxiang Pavilion will not have any leisure and leisure. The main focus is direct violence, and the steps are in place.

Zhao was not polite and let several girls hold it, one by one "fairy" with a lewd smile on his face, hugging one on the left and squeezing the face of the other on the right. Fortunately, the madam had already come up to him in the lobby, calling each uncle one after another. Zhao looked around with a smile and said: "It's not bad, a girl can be considered a beauty, and only Jiayu is worthy of the status of an uncle. Beauty, money is worth it." In my brother's arms..."

The girl at the side was not polite and reached into Zhao's arms. After a while, she only found two banknotes. She took them out and looked at them. She was almost scared to death. Both of them were five hundred taels. Zhao pinched her. With a smile on his face, he said: "What? The beauty wants to redeem herself? Hahaha, go down a little!"

"Oops, disgusting~"

Zhao didn't care, he took out three taels from his arms, put them in the hands of the madam, and went upstairs with the girl on his left hand in his arms.

On Jiayu No. 3, as soon as Zhao entered the room, he knocked out the prostitute with a knife, threw her on the bed, turned around and knocked on the door next door.

"Come in." There was a sound from the door.

Zhao pushed the door open and went in. Unexpectedly, there was only one man and a table of food and wine. Seeing Zhao's puzzled expression, the man was the first to say, "Ghost market?"

"Ghost market."

"Kill someone for me." The man's voice was slightly hoarse, and there was murderous intent in his eyes, but his tone was calm.

"Two hundred taels." Zhao did not hesitate.

The man was silent for a moment, drank a glass of wine, and asked suspiciously: "Are you sure you can kill him?"

"My friend won't let me kill the current emperor, right?"

The man smiled, "How dare I? He's just a fourth-rank warrior."

Zhao frowned and said with embarrassment, "You have to pay more! Two hundred taels is not enough."

"How much do you want?"

"Six hundred taels. Not a cent less!"

The man thought for a while, took out a three-hundred-tael silver note and put it on the table, "Huang Qi, leader of the Huangyun Gang, Hongyun Restaurant in seven days, this is the deposit."

Zhao was not polite, he took the silver note and left, a fourth-rank, six hundred taels is not expensive.