Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

  Chapter 30 The Luzhu business is a success

  Ren Qing then climbed up the pole and asked cheekily, "Senior Song, is there a medicinal bath for external use?"

   "Well, this is it, I will report the medicinal materials, you can write down, two taels of wild ginseng, half taels of red fruit flowers, three taels of money wood..."

  Ren Qing's memory is far superior to ordinary people because of the imperceptible relationship of the information flow, and he has already remembered it after only listening to it once.

  Song Zong couldn't help but look at Ren Qing's talent a little bit more, but he left in a hurry because he was busy dealing with the restricted area of ​​disaster relief.

  Ren Qing kept thinking in his heart.

  Why Song Zong did not want to avoid the seemingly ordinary question of internal strength, does it involve some ulterior secrecy?

  Ren Qing suddenly remembered the dying old catcher in Wulou. At that time, his life span was approaching, and he didn't know if he had died.

   If he is still alive, it is very likely that it is the Hundred Eyes person himself.

   But the trouble is, Lao Zhukuai seems to have nothing to do with Song Zong, like a blood relative.

  Ren Qing shook his head, let's try his best to increase his strength within ten days.

  Especially the human skin book, because I will be in frequent contact with Song Zongwu in the future, I am afraid that it will be seen to be different, and it is not easy to be promoted to a skin refiner for the time being.

   But you can rely on external refining to increase the toughness of the flesh.

  Ren Qing first returned to the Huogongtang and ate some food.

   He originally planned to go to the pharmacy to collect medicinal materials for body refining, but he didn't expect to hear the good news of Butcher Zhang from Xiao Wu's mouth.

  Ren Qing hurriedly went to the butcher shop. On the way, he noticed that there were a lot of beggars nearby, and when he saw him, he whispered to himself.

  Ren Qing smiled coldly, then walked straight into the alley.

   At a glance, he saw Butcher Zhang, who was full of spring breeze, who was packing the pork in the shop.

  Ren Qing asked Butcher Zhang and learned that after negotiation not long ago, their cooperation with the Blood Dog Gang was a certainty.

  The business was handled by Chen Benlai, the head of the Jackal Hall. As for Butcher Zhang's request, he agreed, and he even had a lot of extra money.

   Butcher Zhang did not hesitate to hand over most of the money to Ren Qing, but the rest was enough to buy a production area in Sanxiang City.

  Ren Qing noticed the figure moving at the entrance of the alley, and asked curiously, "Did you mention me when you talked to Chen Ben?"

   Butcher Zhang suddenly felt a little scared: "The result of the discussion at the beginning was not good. Later, when I mentioned you, Hall Master Chen agreed. It should be fine, right?"

   "It's alright, it'll be a little trouble at most."

   Ren Qing immediately understood that it seemed that Chen Ben was going to test himself, this wild dog was more greedy than he thought.

   If it was Ren Qing from two days ago, he would choose to avoid his edge and try his best to strive for benefits as a yamen to ensure the supply of pig's eyes.

   But now with Song Zongwu's relationship, many troubles have been solved.

   Butcher Zhang heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Aqing, don't take any chances, we won't do this business if it really doesn't work."

"nothing."

  Ren Qing said with a smile: "But we have to handle all the pigs in the west of the city, and we will inevitably have to hire people to work. Big Brother Zhang remember to find someone he can trust."

   "After so many years in Sanxiang City, I can still find some candidates."

   Butcher Zhang repeatedly agreed that although he didn't have the brains to do business, at least he could see himself clearly and would not do anything beyond his ability.

   Ren Qing said a few words and then walked out of the alley.

   Not long after he reached the street, seven or eight people walked towards him quickly.

  The approaching man was dressed in gray, and his walking posture was astonishing, as if every step was a hidden world.

   However, in Ren Qing's eyes, the man's expression was a little bleak, and his blood and energy were empty, and he could smell the strong smell of alcohol overnight.

  The people on the streets gave in one after another, how dare they touch the bad head of the Blood Dog Gang.

  Only Ren Qing stopped and waited with a flat expression.

   "Chen Ben, as a police officer, it's better to meet you if you are famous."

  Chen Ben clasped his fists and cupped his hands, but his eyes couldn't stop looking at Ren Qing, and his body took a few steps forward oppressively.

   "Section Master Chen has long admired him."

  Ren Qing had expected Chen Ben long ago, and there was no hostility in his squinted eyes.

   On the surface, the two of them are polite, but in fact they both have the meaning of temptation.

   After all, interests are involved, and intrigue is inevitable.

   Even if Chen Ben promises to share profits with Butcher Zhang, he can still go back and spit out the money, which are all common and indiscriminate tactics.

   "Anyone, why don't you change the place and go to the teahouse to have a good chat?"

   "Master Chen, let's talk about it another day."

  Chen Ben ignored Ren Qing's refusal, he embraced his shoulders familiarly, and walked forward with force.

  【Chen Ben】

  【Age: Thirty-one】

  【Shouyuan: Three years】

  [Surgery: Neuropedic (pseudo)]

   Ren Qing knew in his heart that there were indeed many monks in the Blood Dog Gang.

   They feared that they had relied on controlling the beggars and collected a large number of neuropedic strange things, so that even the hall master in charge of the block could reach the warrior realm.

  Ren Qing never flinched, he stood on the street like a stubborn rock, and even though Chen Ben blushed, he didn't move half a step.

  Chen Ben couldn't help being terrified, and his movements suddenly restrained.

   He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said respectfully, "Ren police officer, I have offended you a lot, and I will come to the door to pay my respects another day."

  Ren Qing whispered in Chen Ben's ear: "A piece of advice to Hall Master Chen, if you don't want to break down, don't drink too much."

   Dealing with people who think they have a city government is to make them invisible. Sometimes fear is obtained through suspicion.

  Chen Ben watched Ren Qingyuan leave, frowning tightly.

   The subordinate beside him said flatteringly: "Master, this person has swept your face, why don't you..."

  Chen Ben said coldly, "Zhao Ji, where do you have the courage to offend people who don't know the depths of the yamen?"

   "The hall master calms down, seeing that it's noon, why don't you go for a drink..."

  Chen Ben thought of what Ren Qing said at this time, and felt agitated, and slapped Zhao Ji in the face with a slap.

   "Eat, eat, and eat."

   "Send the house deed for the shop on the east corner of Tan Street to the butcher Zhang Dazui, saying that it is specially used to store pigs in the water."

   Zhao Ji didn't dare to curse until Chen Ben was gone.

  The East Corner Shop is not the property of the Blood Dog Gang, and he has to pay for it himself.

   Zhao Ji had nowhere to vent his grievances, so he couldn't help but grabbed the things on the booth and smashed it, and the people around him didn't dare to say anything.

   At this moment, an old man with a hat on his head passed by with his back bowed.

   Zhao Ji felt that he was bumped, and suddenly lost his last sanity.

   He grabbed the old man and dragged it to a corner not far away. Just as he was about to vent his anger with his fists, he saw that the other party slowly raised his head.

   The wrinkled face was full of eyes, as if it could drain the soul.

   After a while, Zhao Ji knelt on the ground with empty eyes, and soon died.

  The old man walked towards the city gate and muttered to himself: "It's really not easy to find clues from hundreds of files."

   "Disaster elimination, here I come."

   Thanks for singing and debauchery, a big, big, big, strange reward.

   (end of this chapter)