Qin Dynasty snare people

Xinzheng, Nancheng.

The Royal Palace of South Korea is located here, and therefore, most of the residences of South Korea's high-ranking officials and generals are here, including those nobles and princes.

At this moment, one of the mansions was small but extremely luxurious and elegant.

A young man wearing a brocade robe was following the maid towards the inner palace in small steps. If Luo Yan were here at this moment, he would find that this young man was one of the merchants who had a drink and chat with him last night. .

He was also the businessman who first proposed the money game.

After a while, the two stopped in front of a study room.

The maid stepped forward and knocked gently on the door.

Soon a thick and dull voice came from the room, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: "Come in."

As the words fell.

The maid opened the door and stood to one side, bowing her head slightly.

The young merchant ignored the maid and strode into the house. However, as soon as he entered the house, a heavy bamboo slip was thrown at him and hit the merchant on the head. The merchant screamed in pain, followed by an angry voice: "You don't have a reason today, don't blame me for being rude!"

"My lord, calm down the fire. If there wasn't something important to report to your lord, why would I disturb your lord's rest so early in the morning?"

The young merchant no longer had the posture of Zi Lanxuan, and he said in a humble and flattering manner.

As the two exchanged words.

The maid gently opened the door, then stood at the door of the yard and guarded it very well.

inside the house.

The young businessman was facing a middle-aged man wearing a loose robe.

The man has a rough face, a beard, and a bit of coldness in his triangular eyes. It seems that he was disturbed from rest. He is in a very bad mood, and his face is a bit darker. He is staring coldly at the young businessman in front of him who is holding a bamboo slip and groveling, waiting. Below.

He hasn't had a good rest for a while, and he was interrupted again today.

The mood is naturally not very good.

"I know why my lord has been worried about something lately, so I hurried here early this morning just to relieve my lord's worries."

With a flattering smile on his face, the young merchant walked respectfully beside the middle-aged man, gently put down the scroll in his hand, then took a few steps back and spoke slowly.

"Why, have you made money recently? How much did you make?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, his eyes seemed to have a little more expectation, his expression softened slightly, and he asked patiently and irritably.

As he spoke, he grabbed the bamboo slip again.

At this moment, he seemed to feel that the bamboo slips in his hands were much warmer. Although he never looked at these things, he kept them here mainly to appear elegant.

"This...that's not what the villain wants to say."

The young merchant's expression froze and he whispered.

"Click!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face instantly turned cold. The bamboo slips in his hands creaked as they were held, as if they could not bear it and would break apart at the next moment. His triangular eyes had become cold and stern, staring fixedly in front of him. The young businessman sneered and said: "Not bad, you dare to make fun of me, how brave are you?"

"I don't dare. I really have something important to inform you. This matter is related to your future!!"

The young businessman was so frightened by the middle-aged man's sinister tone that he knelt on the ground and said quickly.

"My future? I don't need you as a businessman to worry about my future. Your role is to help me make money. The more money you make, the greater your value will be. If you don't have money, what will you talk to me about? Talk about life. !?"

The middle-aged man looked cold and said calmly.

At this moment, he really had murderous intentions.

Because he felt that he had been tricked by the young businessman in front of him, and his words were also a bit provocative.

Thinking of Liu Yi, the dignified Korean Zuo Sima, his future needs to be worried about by a businessman?

The other party is just a dog he raised.

Now this dog actually suggests what his owner should eat tomorrow. What does this mean?

The most important thing is that Liu Yi is really dissatisfied with him. Greedy people will not be happy if they invest for such a long time without sufficient returns.

Liu Yi is not a philanthropist.

"Sir, I met someone by chance in Zilanxuan these two days. This person has great talents, no less than the Emerald Tiger, no, more outstanding talents than the Emerald Tiger. As long as your Excellency can recruit this person for the general, there is no need to worry. A future?!"

The young businessman was obviously frightened, his face turned pale, he stopped pausing, and quickly said what he wanted to say.

The fluctuating speed of his mouth was almost as fast as Luo Yan's tongue, both at high frequencies.

It's just that the goals they face are different.

"Emerald Tiger?"

Zuo Sima Liu Yi's eyes flickered, and the murderous intention in his heart quickly subsided. He gently pinched the broken bamboo slip in his hand and said slowly: "Go on, why do you think the other party can compare to the Emerald Tiger?" ?”

For the Emerald Tiger.

Zuo Sima Liu Yi was also quite afraid.

Although everyone is the dog of General Ji Wuye, Jade Tiger, a businessman, has a higher position than him. Even when he sees Jade Tiger, he has to be respectful.

After all, the opponent is known as one of the four ferocious generals, while Zuo Sima Liu Yi is just an insignificant pawn.

Regardless of the low official position.

But in Xinzheng, the capital of South Korea, status is not determined by official position, but by family background.

Ji Wuye's attitude is more useful than these things.

Because the dead have no dignity.

Over the years, Zuo Sima Liu Yi has often seen some little guys jumping around without knowing their seriousness, and finally being crushed to death without knowing how they died.

Zuo Sima Liu Yi has been able to ensure his status in these years.

In addition to the fact that his wife and Hu Meiren in the palace are sisters, the most important thing is that he is knowledgeable and has never been inflated. He pays a large sum of money to Ji Wuye every year.

After all.

Officialdom only cares about interests.

Love can only be used for a while, but it won't last a lifetime.

Benefits are eternal.

The so-called rights are so "plain and unpretentious".

When the young merchant heard this, he knew that Zuo Sima Liu Yi was moved. He did not dare to get up and kept kneeling on the ground. At the same time, he organized his words and told Liu Yi with added details about what he had heard and what he had made up in his mind.

Because he knew very well that Liu Yi didn't understand the businessman's ways at all.

But whether the pattern is big or not, whether it sounds powerful or not, Liu Yi can tell.

All you need to do is push Luo Yan's abilities as high as possible.

"Sounds interesting."

Although Liu Yi didn't understand a little, he kept a calm expression on his face, and spoke in a leisurely manner, as if he understood what he was saying.

"Your Excellency is wise!"

The young businessman flattered him in a low-level manner, and then continued: "Besides the villain, there were many people staring at him last night. Sir, you must prepare early."

"Prepare? Prepare for what? Who dares to snatch the person the general likes?"

Liu Yi sneered and said disdainfully.

But even though he said that, Liu Yi's eyes flickered.

There are two different things between someone else sending Luo Yan there and sending him there yourself.

The first person to eat crabs always gains the most.

But here's another question, how to ensure that Luo Yan's materials are genuine?

If he doesn't have this level, it will no longer be a joke for Ji Wuye.

At this moment, Liu Yi's thoughts were changing rapidly~

Because he wants to take all the credit, but he doesn't want to take the risk. . . .