An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

Wangshu said nothing more about this. He stood up and walked to the window, opened the window and jumped out, his figure disappeared in the rain.

In less than half a minute, he reappeared in the room. Zhao continued to drink tea leisurely, and only smiled when the four banknotes were placed beside him.

He checked the banknotes happily, and after confirming that they were correct, he said respectfully: "The banknotes are fine. I will leave for Chuzhou tonight and promise to make it beautiful for you."

Wangshu's temples were damp, and from his expression, he was vaguely angry. After sitting down and drinking a sip of tea, Wangshu said in a deep voice, "I hope so. You know, if you take money but don't do the job, the consequences will be quite serious."

"Don't worry, I've said I'm a professional, how could I cheat you? Just wait."

Zhao didn't take her threat seriously. He happily put away the banknotes, took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to her, saying with a smile, "Here, wipe off the moisture. If you have any other requirements, just ask, such as destroying the body, torture, or even buying a coffin to bury you in peace, I can do it for you, but..."

"You have to pay more!"

Taking the handkerchief to wipe his hair, Wangshu returned to his cold appearance, looked at Zhao Jue curiously, and said, "I didn't expect that a self-proclaimed romantic like you would care most about money."

"There is no conflict. I like both beauties and money, but if I can't get beauties, it would be inappropriate if I can't get money either. What do you think?" Zhao Jue shrugged and looked into her eyes.

Wangshu didn't want to entangle anymore, so he said, "It's really inappropriate," and left the house in a hurry.

The business deal had been settled, and she didn't want to be in the same room with Zhao Jue, who could change his face at any time, for fear that she would be unable to resist and take action.

And Zhao Jue was naturally happy about this. After leisurely drinking the hot tea in the cup, he didn't refill the water, put on dry shoes and walked out of the house to Zhuque's room.

Knocked on the door gently, "It's me, Laojiu."

"Well, what's the matter?" Zhuque, barefoot and coolly dressed, opened the door and asked.

He got straight to the point: "Come with me to Chuzhou, I have something to do."

"Do you want to call Baihu?"

Zhao Jue shook his head, "No, it's not a big deal, just a few days, the two of us are enough."

"Okay."

Let the yamen pass a message to Xuanwu and Baihu. The two of them held umbrellas and went straight to the ferry, got on the boat and went straight to Chuzhou.

Once the silver bills were received, they had to do things, and they had to do it as soon as they said they would, and they had to finish the job earlier.

Going upstream along the river, it was rainy all the way, and the weather was not good. Fortunately, the rain was not heavy, but the outside of the boat was all white, which looked very boring.

The boat was not moving fast, and it was five days later when we arrived in Chuzhou. Coincidentally, it was raining on the day we arrived in Chuzhou, which means that we were dealing with water for several days.

It was really... strange.

Especially after the boat docked, I asked the people on the shore and learned that it was sunny in the morning and it started to rain at noon.

This... Zhao shook his head helplessly, and he really had nothing to say, so he could only admit that he was unlucky.

As soon as his feet stepped on the land and he and Zhuque snuggled under the umbrella, Zhao was attracted by the scene of moving goods on the shore. A group of people lined up and carried sacks of sacks onto the boat in the rain. The more he looked at this scene, the more familiar it felt.

Stopping for a moment to recall, it suddenly occurred to me: I had seen exactly the same scene in Bianzhou!

So I couldn't help but be curious, wouldn't the sacks also contain grain? Why do grain merchants in both places like to move grain on rainy days? Are you really not worried about getting wet?

With doubts, Zhao pulled Zhuque over, patted the supervisor on the shoulder, and asked in a nice voice: "Brother, what's in this sack? Why are you carrying it in the rain?"

The supervisor was already upset in the rain, and was patted on the shoulder from behind, which made him even more unhappy. He turned around and scolded angrily: "I say, you young masters, you are bored, right? Can't you take the beauty to enjoy the scenery? You have to ask these bullshit questions?"

"Why? How can there be so many whys? The master gave me money! I'm bored..."

Before he said "get out", he saw Zhao lift up his coat and reveal his waist badge. Although he couldn't see it completely, he could still see the words "clothing guard" clearly.

His face suddenly changed drastically, and he quickly put on a smile and answered respectfully: "Sir, the sacks are filled with grain, mostly rice. I don't know what's great, I hope you won't bother with me."

Just as he was about to kneel down, Zhao held his hands and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm just hot, just cooling off, I don't mean to blame you, don't take it too seriously."

After comforting him, he asked curiously: "Is the master a grain merchant? Where will this batch of grain be sent to?"

The supervisor stood up and answered in a low voice: "Sir, the master is the largest grain merchant in Chuzhou, and this batch of grain will be sent to the capital. It's urgent, and we're afraid of delays, so we have to transport it in the rain."

"Is that so..." Zhao frowned and turned his head to glance at the transporting team.

The doubts were even greater, why is it the capital again. The owner of the He family in Bianzhou is going to the capital, and Chuzhou is also going to the capital. Is it a coincidence?

But I haven't heard of any major events in the capital recently. Could it be that there was a disaster near the capital, and they urgently purchased grain for disaster relief?

But that didn't make sense. If it was for disaster relief, why didn't they first allocate from the government warehouse, but instead purchased from various places?

No matter how he thought about it, it didn't make sense, so Zhao simply asked, "What is the price of this batch of grain?"

"It's all based on the market price." The supervisor whispered.

That's not right. When has the grain been bought at the market price for disaster relief? Even if the court was willing to buy at the market price, the grain merchants would not dare to sell at the market price!

After all, this is a major event, and there is a risk of being repaid later. Generally, it is sold at cost price, so how can it dare to make a profit.

This market price transaction is wrong no matter how you think about it.

I couldn't figure it out after thinking about it, so I simply gave up. It was more important to focus on the things at hand. Maybe it just happened that they bought in Bianzhou and Chuzhou at the same time.

I might have thought too much.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jue nodded and pulled Zhuque out.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhuque asked curiously: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong? Do you want me to ask someone to check it out?"

"Forget it, maybe it just happened that the grain merchants in the two prefectures sold to the same person, or maybe it just happened that the grain of the He family in Bianzhou didn't have enough food. There's no need to check." Zhao Jue said lightly.

The two found a restaurant near the place mentioned by Wangshu, called two upper rooms, and rested for a while.

As always, Zhao Jue's rule is to know before acting. It is not his style to act rashly without observation and research. You must watch for a few days first, understand the specific situation, and then compare it with the information you got before.

Only after confirming that everything is correct will he make a move to test it. If the situation changes during the test, he will also give up the deal without hesitation.

It is better to be careful. He did not think it was troublesome. On the contrary, these seemingly complicated and fragmentary details were extremely important. In fact, many times, killing people often does not take long, but these preparations take time.

But Zhao was as uncomplaining as always, and he enjoyed it quite a bit.