An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

Liuzhi walked away in the dark at night, so Zhao didn't say anything about his plan. The less people knew about this, the better. Besides, it would not be good for him to involve Liuzhi.

In the next half month, Zhao no longer went back and forth to Zhaoyuan Restaurant at three o'clock as usual. Instead, I would go to the brothel from time to time, and the flower beds and tiles were not left behind, and I did not invite the guests to dinner that I had promised. Instead, he invited people from Zhao Prison to visit the brothel, which made the Jin Yiwei of Fusi in Beizhen praise Zhao very much. Such generous bosses are rare!

There was no movement from Lu Wenyu's side, which made Zhao even think that his guess was wrong. On the contrary, the third master would occasionally advise "young people should know how to be moderate", which made Zhao look embarrassed and just listen to the music. The third master smoked a dry cigarette, smiled disdainfully, and showed an expression that I know everything about. He just didn't go there often when he saw Zhao, so he just pretended not to see him.

When everything was calm, Zhao knew that the time had come. The curtain was raised, the gongs and drums were beating, the actors came on stage, and a big play was about to begin.

After a few days, Zhao went to bed early to recharge his batteries.

Just a quarter of an hour after Chen Shi, Zhao slowly stood up, washed up and hurried to another alley. Zhao Jiu's target lives in the Hou Mansion in this alley.

The alley is not long, and there are almost no restaurants or the like. They are all filled with marquis mansions one after another. Zhao found a tea stall, drank tea leisurely, and waited quietly for the target to go out.

It wasn't until half past midnight that the Hou Mansion at the end of the alley slowly opened the door, and a fat man in official uniform walked out slowly without riding in a carriage, wiping his eyes and walking forward.

Zhao put down the tea cup, dropped the ten coins, stood up and walked towards the little fat man. One of the two walked out of the alley, and the other walked into the alley, walking face to face. When they got close, Zhao did not give way, and the little fat man did not have time to turn sideways, and the two of them bumped into each other.

"You don't have eyes? You dare to hit me, young master?" Zhao said fiercely, taking the lead.

When the little fat man who was knocked back a few steps heard this, he became angry as well as getting out of bed. When he stepped forward and was about to take action, he saw a surprised look on Zhao's face across from him.

"General, General Huaiyuan. Isn't this General Huaiyuan!"

Although the little fat man in front of him is the only son of the Marquis, his real official is just a captain of the Imperial Army. The reason why Zhao shouted so was because he added a casual official of General Huaiyuan. After five thousand years of education in later generations, Zhao certainly knew how to call big and not small, call more and not small, and call high and not low. If the real official is not high, then he should be called a casual official. Wouldn't he be an idiot if he is called Xiaohou Ye?

The little fat man was overjoyed. He was called Captain or Little Marquis every day, and now he had such a decent person calling him General. Although he was just a casual official, let's just say he was, right?

"Relaxed officials don't count, they don't count." Although his heart was surging, the little fat Li Yizhen still pretended to be unable to bear it, "You know me?"

Zhao then held up his hands and bowed as a subordinate, "General Li Yizhen, the subordinate is Zhao Muzhi, Jinyiwei Zhenfu Division. Not only have we met, but we have also had drinks!"

Hearing the words "Zhen Fu Envoy", Li Yizhen's vanity was greatly satisfied. Look, look, even the fourth character is a lower official ceremony! Regardless of whether what Zhao Ji said was true or not, he stepped forward and held Zhao Ji's hand, "It turns out to be Master Zhao. I can't help you. I can't help you. I'm just a captain."

"What's your name, sir? Brother Li has forgotten? In Nuanxiang Pavilion, we are brothers!"

When Li Yizhen heard that Nuanxiangge knew that he was probably a friend he met when he was having fun, he smiled happily, "I told you it was Brother Zhao, but I thought he was some bad guy. The flood really washed away the Dragon King Temple, and brothers don't recognize each other." "

"Brother, no, I didn't see Brother Li. Hahaha, Brother Li, how about we go drink together today?" Zhao was just acting. It was the first time for Zhao to talk to this little fat man.

Despite this boy's chubby look, he is the only son of Li Houye, one of the three hereditary princes. If nothing else, he is definitely the prince. Not only that, Li Yizhen's mother is the sister of the Duke of the country, and her grandmother is the sister of the Queen Mother. A family of princes and nobles are simply the best witnesses.

Li Yizhen looked regretful, "Brother Zhao, it can't be done. I want to be an errand, which really defeats my good intentions, alas."

Zhao didn't care, he just agreed that Zhao would treat him to Nuanxiang Pavilion tonight, apologized for his rudeness, and told Li Yizhen to come. Li Yizhen didn't care who Zhao was. He was already treating guests to a brothel. How could he be a bad person?

The two of them said goodbye in a hurry, and Zhao Zaihao repeatedly told him to come. He looked so mean and flattering that other people in the Hou family who went out couldn't help but secretly drink.

But Zhao doesn't care about this. Li Yizhen is the most important part of the plan. What is the most important thing about framing? Frame the object, the target, and your own witnesses.

The target must have a higher position and more weight than the target of the frame, otherwise why should we check the consort? For example, if you kill an ordinary person, what's the use? Not to mention whether the frame-up can be successful, even if the frame-up is successful, it is nothing more than a matter of dozens of taels of silver. Not to mention breaking the muscles and bones, even the skin can't be moved. At the same time, you should not be too high-ranking or powerful, otherwise a thorough investigation will reveal your flaws sooner or later.

The witness is even more particular. This person must have a backer, so that even if he is involved, he can stay out of the matter. At the same time, this person must speak with weight, otherwise why would he let you off with just a few words? The most important thing is that the two of them should be together reasonably, otherwise how can they convince the public? So all in all, the fat boy Li Yizhen is the best candidate.

After dealing with Li Yizhen, Zhao walked towards the mansion of Marquis Hu with his hands behind his back, ordered a pot of tea at the teahouse opposite, and stared at the mansion quietly, remembering the appearance of Marquis Hu's youngest son first, and then sneaking in after nightfall. Preparations must be done thoroughly, and you can't be careless when working with your brain.

As the sky gradually darkened, Zhao had already remembered the appearance of Marquis Hu's youngest son. He didn't stay any longer, paid the bill and rushed to Nuanxiang Pavilion to get acquainted with Li Yizhen first.

After waiting at the door for two quarters of an hour, Li Yizhen came late, and Zhao instantly put on a smiling face, went forward to hug Li Yizhen, and called him "old brother" all the time.

After entering the Nuanxiang Pavilion, before the madam came forward, Zhao waved his hand and said, "Come on, bring three girls to my good brother. They must be as beautiful as flowers and be proficient in playing and singing. If you can't serve my brother well, I will chop you one by one."

Li Yizhen was still in a state of being dazzled by the flowers, Zhao had already told the madam everything, paid the silver, and took Li Yizhen upstairs.

"Brother Li, believe in your eyes, this must be the best flower tonight! If she doesn't suit your heart, I will chop her!"

Li Yizhen didn't come back to his senses until more than a dozen prostitutes walked into the room, and hurriedly picked them. This is the pomp even brothers can do!

Zhao stared at them, and immediately stopped anyone who Li Yizhen's eyes stopped on, not making Li Yizhen embarrassed at all, and earning enough goodwill. In addition to hugging left and right, he pushed all the others to Li Yizhen, causing the little fat man to sigh that Zhao was generous.

Not only that, whenever Li Yizhen ordered a song or dance, Zhao would pay for it without asking if it was good or not, giving the young marquis enough face. He spent a lot of money, making Li Yizhen want to become sworn brothers with Zhao right there.