During this period, there were so many caravans coming to Youyan Pass.

Even the Qingluo Chamber of Commerce at its heyday may not be able to obtain the qualification to enter Tianjiao Garden. What's more, the Qingluo Chamber of Commerce is now in name only. Those big figures who had a little date in the past were not willing to have any contact with Qingluo Chamber. It has been six days since Song's father came to Youyan Pass. I don't know how many relationships he had run away or how many people he found, but it has no effect.

I think Song's father was also a handsome man in Luming County. He was as gentle as jade and was called the elegant merchant. However, after suffering this blow, he was depressed. He was tired and embarrassed these days. He did not have the slightest charm of the past, but he was like a down-and-out old farmer.

Song Qingluo seemed to be able to clearly feel that the father who was like a pillar of the past, the father who was calm and calm no matter what happened, was aging rapidly and weakening rapidly at a shocking speed.

Even Song Qingluo began to suspect that even if he really entered the Tianjiao Garden and met the big figures in the legend, it would be useless.

Because the Song family now seems to be unable to come up with anything else, which can move those big shots.

But my father seemed to have confidence.

Maybe this is his last confidence.

Song Qingluo sighed in her heart.

"Young Master Song is here later. Qingluo, you should be more polite to him and don't be mean anymore. Even if you are a little aggrieved, as long as he can really help us get the opportunity to enter Tianjiao Garden..." Song's father sighed and said, "I, Song Jiannan, will be strong all my life... Alas, Qingluo, you must know that if it was just for my father, I would not let you give like this, but your mother..."

When he heard his father talk about his mother, Song Qingluo's beautiful eyes suddenly felt uncontrollable sadness flowing through him.

Four months ago, when the Song family and Qingluo Chamber of Commerce were in a slump, Mrs. Song, the former most beautiful woman in Luming County, did not hesitate to ask for help from an old friend. Who knew that the old friend had an unreasonable idea and had evil thoughts to seize Mrs. Song's body. Mrs. Song fought desperately but failed, but she was shocked and angry, ashamed and hated, and was injured and fell ill...

The pressure from the entire family hit Song Qingluo's tender shoulders.

"Don't worry, my daughter knows it. As long as the family can be continued, my daughter is willing to pay any price." She smiled miserably, got up and went to the dressing table, and began to wash and dress quietly, put yellow flowers and rouge and pollen in the mirror, trying her best to show her beauty.

A trace of tears flashed in Song Jiannan's eyes.

He lowered his head and thought he had seen nothing.

In a cruel world where the strong prey on the weak, the laws of the jungle are everywhere. Only real strength is the foundation of eternal power. Strengths like the caravan and chamber of commerce seem to spend money like the land on weekdays, but in fact they are nothing and may collapse at any time. Money is barely vulnerable to power and strength.

At the beginning, he realized this and spent a huge price to allow Song Qingluo and Song Xiaojun to enter the Bailu Academy, hoping to change the fate of the Song family. Unfortunately, such investment seems to be a little late. No martial arts family has accumulated for generations or even dozens of generations.

After half an incense stick.

There was a knock outside the door.

Song Jiannan rubbed his face, let his stiff muscles revitalize, squeezed out a smile, and went over to open the door.

A young man with greasy head and flour came in.

"Uncle Song Shi, why do you live in such a shabby place? Jian

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) It looks like a slum..." The young man looked in his early twenties, wearing a golden and jade suit, and he actually had a faint rouge air, with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, a black mole on the corner of his mouth, and two or three thick and hard black hairs on it. The more he looked, the more vulgar it was.

"I came in a hurry and didn't book a better inn. Nephew Song laughed." Song Jiannan said with a smile.

"Haha, Uncle Song Shi is already poor and can only live in such a place, right?" The young man with sharp mouth and monkey cheeks mocked her face, mercilessly exposing the embarrassment of the father and daughter.

Song Jiannan had no angrily on his face and smiled, "How could it be, Qingluo Chamber of Commerce still has some wealth."

"But my nephew heard that Uncle Shi's chamber of commerce is almost over." The folding fan in his hand shook, and his eyes fell on Song Qingluo, who was dressed in front of the dressing table. A stunning light suddenly surged in his eyes. He swallowed a saliva and said with a smile: "Miss Qingluo is becoming more and more beautiful and charming."

A trace of gloom flashed deep in Song Jiannan's eyes, but it was hidden in an instant.

"I have said before that I can find a way to get the resident status of Tianjiaoyuan, but I don't know..." Song Jiannan asked calmly.

He has experienced countless treacherous and turbulent business situations and met various characters. He can't tell what kind of thoughts this young man named Song Zhi is. In the past, Song Jiannan would not have used his color. Unfortunately, the tiger fell into the sun and was bullied by a dog. Now he has something to ask for, but he has to whisper.

Song Jiannan met Song Zhi about a year ago.

At that time, it was during a chamber of commerce trade. Song Zhi was one of the entourages of the Dugu family, the largest chaebol in Qingluan Province. However, Song Zhi had a low status at that time and his words and deeds were not pleasing. Therefore, Song Jiannan did not take this young man with the same surname as him seriously. Unfortunately, time has changed now.

This time, Dugu Caijiao also sent a team to Youyan Pass, and Song Zhi was one of the entourages.

With the strength of Dugu Caibo, he naturally could easily get the qualification to enter Tianjiao Garden. Song Jiannan was desperate and had to bet that Song Zhi could speak in the Dugu Caibo's business group and bring himself to Tianjiao Garden on the day of the alliance.

As long as you enter Tianjiao Garden, relying on the thing in your hand to observe your words and expressions, you will definitely impress a big shot.

By then, the Song family will be saved.

"Qingluo has met Uncle Song." Song Qingluo stood up and gave a gift.

Song Qingluo, wearing a light green tight long skirt, is like a little white flower that is about to bloom. Her immaturity and innocence are amazing charm. Her long and pampered life makes her skin look like fairy jade. Her slender waist and slender legs form a dizzying curve, her plump but not surging chest, her dazzling collarbone like white jade, and a delicate and elegant face...

Song Zhi's saliva almost flowed down.

His eyes shining, "Ah... just call me Brother Song, how can I be that old?"

As he said that, he turned to Song Jiannan and said, "By the way, Uncle Song Shi, today the venues for major chambers of commerce are being arranged in Tianjiao Garden. Why not take Sister Qingluo to take a look? My young master is going there too. It's just a chance. I will tell my young master that maybe I can help you get a quota to enter Tianjiao Garden."

Song Jiannan was slightly happy on his face and said, "Then I'll go together..."

"Haha, Uncle Song, you don't have to go. I'll just take Sister Qingluo with you. We young people can be more relaxed when we are together," Song Zhi's eyes rolled, without saying a word, rejected Song Jiannan, and then reached out to pull Song Qingluo's jade hand.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Qingluo subconsciously hid.

Song Zhi grabbed her sleeve and walked out.

Song Qingluo gritted her teeth and said nothing, following her out like a puppet.

...

...

"Remember all?"

Wen Wan finished the last bowl of mutton noodles and patted her belly, which was extremely comfortable and authentic.

Bai Yuanxing on the side nodded.

These days, Wen Wan was pulled by him and observed the situation opposite him in this small noodle stall. Bai Yuanxing didn't have time to practice martial arts. Anyway, he would remember whatever Wen Wan said. He remembered a lot of things in a mess, and he just recorded three or four books.

But from Bai Yuanxing's perspective, most of them are useless information, and most of them are duplicate content.

Now he began to believe that Wen Wan was really looking for an excuse to bask in the sun here, rather than planning for something big.

"Should I be with General Wen here to make trouble?"

"What if the Marquis knows and blames him?"

Bai Yuanxing's heart was filled with cheers.

He hesitated several times and finally got up the courage to persuade Wen Wan.

Just then

"Hmm?" Wen Wan suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, her originally lazy gaze condensed and she looked towards the door of Tianjiaoyuan.

Bai Yuanxing was stunned and followed Wen Wan's gaze.

But I saw a few young men with greasy heads and pink faces coming to the door of Tianjiao Garden. They were the lead guy with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks. He looked as vulgar as he was. He smiled at Zhong Dajun, a disciple of Ziwei Sect who was guarding the gate, as if he was discussing something.

"It's the Dugu Caibang."

Bai Yuanxing recognized it at a glance.

These days, he has been observing here. Most of the people who have entered and left Tianjiao Garden have known and remembered Wen Wan's untidy voices.

"That girl..."

Bai Yuanxing's eyes narrowed slightly. He had never seen this girl before. She looked like she was fourteen or fifteen years old, but she looked so beautiful. She looked like a fairy in the legend. Under the outline of the light green long skirt, she had a thrilling beauty, and her body seemed to be glowing.

After being in Youyan Pass for such a long time, Bai Yuanxing had never seen such a beautiful girl.

After a few glances, Bai Yuanxing blushed and quickly withdrew his gaze.

"It should be a girl from outside. In a bitter and cold place like Youyanguan, there should be no such beautiful fairy raised..." Bai Yuanxing thought in his heart.

At this moment, Wen Wan patted Bai Yuanxing on the shoulder.

"Did you see the girl in a green skirt over there?" Wen Wan asked with a smile.

Bai Yuanxing nodded in no way.

"Beautiful?" Wen Wan asked again.

Bai Yuanxing blushed.

"Haha, you actually blushed...ahhahaha, I'm so laughing." Wen Wan laughed loudly, and then said meaningfully: "Let's go far, now I'll give you a chance to get in touch with a beauty, and call that girl over to me."

"Ah?" Bai Yuanxing grew up with his mouth in surprise-

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