Ji Chen asked Wei Ping why he was absent-minded. He said that he could see a beautiful girl on the street.

It turned out that since then, the other party followed, and Wei Ping did not feel it.

The second time.

The chair under him seemed to be turned into a charcoal basin of the oven, the smoke and fire made people sweat and rain, and it was extremely unbearable.

Wei Ping stood up and said, "Go to the kitchen to see. Brother Ji, please take care of Song Xian."

Ji Chen: "Don't worry, you can roast it, let Brother Song eat his fill!"

"Did you forget something?" Song Qianji stretched out his five fingers, just in front of him, "[‌I have hands too."

Ji Chen hit the table and laughed.

Seeing that Young Master Ji was ignorant, Wei Ping only sent a message to him: "The night market is mixed with fish and dragons, be careful of the troubles of strangers."

Ji Chen asked directly: "Why would anyone disturb you when you are in a private room?"

Wei Ping nodded awkwardly and turned to go downstairs.

The singing turned a few times, and the man was still singing at the silk shop. He was enjoying it, intending to invite him, the "guy".

If the other party wants to do it directly tonight, it will not easily reveal its traces and will make people alert.

No matter whether to seek wealth or fame, it is not a clever choice to assassinate Song Qianji.

If you fail, you cannot escape in time, and you must pay the price of your life. If you reveal your traces after you succeed, you will have to bear the revenge of Song Qian's backer behind you.

Wei Ping cannot be the one who dares to take on such a tough job, except for himself.

He did not lie. He did go to the kitchen and inspected the cutting of meat, stir-frying ingredients, filling carbon, and washing dishes. Most of the kitchen staff had minor flaws and were inconvenient to do heavy farm work. He was grateful to the housekeeper Wei and called him his benefactor.

Wei Ping didn't mean to say hello to the kitchen. After a while, he came out of the back door of the kitchen where the dishes were entered, quietly walked around to the back door of the silk shop, and went straight to the second floor.

...

The diners lined up downstairs holding free hot tea and looked at the person who was called to the number enviously.

Ji Chen smiled and said, "Brother Wei is easy to do this. He is the most prosperous in this half of the street. Although it is called "Taipingji", he can still die of the "glory, wealth, and glory" around him."

Song Qianji said: "Do you think it's easy?"

"It can be opened with meat and ingredients. Guests can bake it by themselves, making it easy to make money every day. It's not easy."

"Do you know where to buy meat and how much you buy every day, you need to be fresh and sufficient? Which kind of charcoal burns and smoke will not choke customers? There are many fireworks in the store, how to ventilate and keep warm in winter? Which paint is applied to the tables and chairs and floors, which is fireproof and moisture-proof? Which kind of dishes and bowls can withstand smoke? Make seasonings, train a guy, and ensure health... are you willing to do it?"

Every time Song Qianji asked a question, Ji Chen would shake his head once, shaking his head so dizzy:

“‌I don’t want to!”

Song Qianji smiled: "It's easier to get behind people, but it's easier to get in front of people."

Ji Chen suddenly said, "Just like Brother Song? Seeing Brother Song do things, he also feels that everything is easy, and he has to go through a lot of hard work."

Song Qianji was stunned.

Ji Chen scratched his head again: "This is the intention to be Hongfu County, and it will make more profits. Why didn't Brother Wei open a few stores in Hongfu?"

Song Qianji said: "Qianqufang was first built, and in order to attract more local people to Qianqu, he had to do so."

Ji Chen exclaimed admiration and put the roasted snowflake beef into Weiping's bowl, and suddenly sighed:

"Sometimes I really don't know that Brother Wei is so busy that he wants to break himself into eight petals. What exactly does he want?"

Song Qianji asked with a smile: "What do you want?"

"What you want is already there. Do what you like every day and think about the changing formations. You can protect your sister and be needed by your brothers. Everyone is happy, and you will be happy."

"You won't be the best in the world?" Song Qianji asked.

Ji Chen shook open a satin brocade plaque and wiped the seasoning at the corner of his mouth:

"With Brother Meng's victory in the world, you can be the best brother in the world!"

The snow-white chewy veal was stained with scarlet chili powder, like a little bloody color on the snow.

Ji Chen suddenly felt something and said excitedly:

"Brother Song, have you seen the red leaves I sent today? There is no such thing in the whole city!"

The monks of Qianqu all know that Song Qianji likes all kinds of crops, including flowers, plants, trees, rice, corn, potatoes. He is the most planted, but he is happy to see it.

Song Qianji wiped his hands, and the color remained unchanged:

"It's considered to be seen. Where did you find it?"

"On the way here, there were vendors from Hongfu who were selling them, which was very cheap. Scholars bought them to make bookmarks, and girls bought them to their hairpins. You know that you like them once you like them, and you will give you a surprise."

"I'm interested." Song Qianji said.

Ji Chen said happily: "I'm not appointed!"

The barbecue gradually cools down, the fragrance dissipates, and the oil loses its attractive golden color.

Why is there no formation in this world that keeps food the most delicious? Ji Chen felt sorry for Wei Ping: "Will he come again?"

Song Qianji looked at the window.

The streets are lit and the vocals are noisy.

The snowflakes fell quietly, dense and light, and were illuminated by the light paths from strings of lanterns, floating.

The singing on the upper floor has stopped and the lights are shaking.

"If you don't come, you have to choose it yourself." Song Qianji said.

Ji Chen blinked and smiled blankly: "What's the option?"

...

The silk and satin shop opened, and the first floor was mostly young female customers who picked fabrics. The young men made a lot of witty comments, and they praised the customers for choosing any tricks.

A group of girls laughed like a hundred birds competing for spring, which was very pleasant.

Wei Ping walked through Xiaoba and went straight upstairs.

"Master Wei, a guest came tonight and insisted on booking the second floor of the yard." The shopkeeper of the silk shop had a bitter face, "Look at the silk on the first floor? If you don't take a look at it, I'll send a batch of goods to the Xianguan Mansion in person. What do you want to choose?"

Wei Ping was in a bad mood and rushed to the stairs to shout coldly: "It's not about cutting clothes, so I don't know that I have to book a room!"

The shopkeeper laughed and suddenly heard someone say, "Let him come up."

The sound floated down from the upper floor, as light as a rotating snowflake, with a light and gorgeous feeling, and the tone was like singing.

Wei Ping heard the sound with his close ears, and his heart sank. But his color was still calm.

Going up to the second floor, laughter suddenly faded away. The lampstand burned quietly, illuminating the brocade hanging high in all four.

The Hongfu brocade pattern is complex and colorful. I saw the flowers, snow waves, and peacocks spread their tails... like a scroll of hangs down.

Wei Ping bypassed the heavy cloth racks and summoned the sword from the storage bag.

The peaceful and prosperous scenery downstairs can be seen, but the murderous intent on the upstairs cannot be touched.

At the end of the cloth rack, the man held scissors and cut the brocade at his desk.

Behind him was a huge flower satin hanging, and the candlelight shone brightly under the shimmering, making him feel as if he was sitting in the depths of flowers.

No ruler, no need to mark lines, with a rush, one knife and two cuts, and it is accurate to reach the top.

Wei Ping glanced at him and there were needles, threads, thimbles and other items on the table.

"‌Craftsmanship." Wei Ping smiled: "So there are really people who don't wear ready-made clothes and become a tailor himself?"

The man also smiled: "Lustuous. It turns out that someone really puts bells and sings to eat, and doesn't want to go to the heavens and immortals, and stays in this remote and remote countryside and is a dog for others."

As he said, he learned to bark twice.

Wei Ping was not smiling, and his smile became deeper: "Lin Feiyuan, it's a dog, what are you?"

Lin Feiyuan changed into a pair of lighter scissors and cut the edges more delicately: "We are all dogs. But it is a wild dog without restraint and has no owner, which is more comfortable than your dog. You should thank you, and once you come, you finally don't have to pretend to be a dog."

"Who asked you to kill him?" Wei Ping asked.

By this time he went upstairs, he had already asked three questions, but there was only one question he really thought about.

——This person is in danger, can he be killed here?

"I owed the ancestor of the Zhao family a favor, but this time he spoke in person, and I had to pay it back." Lin Feiyuan put on a thimble, "Although he is a wild dog, he also talks about the word "First and righteousness."

Wei Ping: "...but Song Qianji shouldn't die."

"When did you become so naive? No one should come down and die, it's all about how much his life is worth."

Wei Ping pulled open the chair and sat on Lin Feiyuan to say: "They paid a lot of money."

Chen Hongzhu and Wei Zhanyang's engagement had nothing to do with their love, and it was because Huaweizong and the Wei family in Queshe County were closer.

Hua Weizong and Zhao family saw that Song Qianji had thousands of canals, and there were constant casual cultivators who defected to each other, and their momentum was growing stronger and they could not tolerate it.

"You don't have to guess. Huaweizong asked Song Qianji's life to be a betrothal gift. After the matter was completed, he would use a heaven-level spirit stone vein mine as a dowry and send Chen Hongzhu, the daughter of the head, to the glory of a beautiful marriage! As for ‌, he only got a small profit of one million."

One million. Song submarine aircraft is indeed worth the sky-high price.
To be continued...