"Old Xue, let me ask, how much ocean did you spend?"

"Not many, 16,666. Good numbers, good luck."

“…”

Chen Jiu pinched the forehead, looked around again, and stopped on the wooden furniture that looked very expensive at first glance, and raised the psychological price several layers. Xue Zheng's quote was probably not counting these.

"It's too expensive. There has never been such a luxurious martial arts school in Tianjin history."

In fact, when he thought of completing the task, he would leave. When he looked at this restaurant, Chen Jiu felt a little sad.

"You deserve it."

Xue Zheng smiled and replied, "Besides, there is no need to bother with these friendships."

"Friendship is friendship, and business is business. If you do this, even if I successfully open a restaurant, it will be difficult to make a profit."

"I didn't think about making money from the beginning. Qin Deli looked down on this little profit."

Xue Zheng used a crutch to pestle the floor under his feet, making a thud,

"What I want is your martial arts school is here, nailed to the heart of Tianjin, telling the martial arts that are so sank, holding on to the incomplete and incomplete martial arts, and telling the politicians and merchants behind the martial arts that pursue fame and fortune, and how to explain the two words "Chinese magic" written by Mr. Zhongshan himself."

The sun shines through the doors and windows, illuminating the museum, and there is no dust in the clear air.

"I bought it all, so that's it."

Chen Jiu smiled bitterly,

"You don't worry. If I lose my life and lose my life, what should I do with this restaurant?"

"It doesn't matter if you buy it. At worst, it can be changed to a longevity store and sell coffins."

"It's so auspicious."

"By the way, there's something."

Xue Zheng seemed to remember something, waved his cane to his side, and the newly-faced bodyguard entered the inner room. After a while, he took out a long wooden box with plain face without patterns.

"The medical and martial arts family is very famous. The owner of this clinic is often dealing with martial artists. It is not only limited to Tianjin, but also has martial artists in Hebei and Zhili."

"This knife is from the restaurant. It's not very popular. It's called Yanzi, but it seems to be quite a bit of a small background."

Chen Jiu opened the box, and a cold and cold knife lay quietly inside, with dark blood troughs and ancient inscriptions.

The inscription "Eternal Life".

Swallow, immortality.

Chen Jiu closed the lid and felt a sense of responsibility in her heart.

"It's indeed not small. It's an object from the senior of the Pigu Sect, but it does not belong to the same vein as my master. In terms of origin, his vein is authentic. It's an authentic and famous tool that is better than my knife."

"Then, change the knife?"

“Better, not necessarily better.”

Chen Jiu shook her head,

"I won't change the sword. I have to use my master's sword to avenge my master."

At this time, a noise suddenly floated in outside the open door. Chen Jiu looked up and saw a luxurious cool sedan chair carried by eight people. On it was an elderly prince wearing a flower feather, wearing a heavy collar and an official jacket. On the chest was a round patch with colorful embroidered five-clawed dragons, surrounded by in front and behind, and was very lively.

The porters carrying the sedan chairs were hunched, the crowd next to the sedan chair nodded and bowed, and the noble prince under the sunshade was full of majestic faces and a straight posture.

The sedan chairs of the Qing Dynasty and the streets of the Republic of China seemed to be filled with incongruity on colorful oil paintings.

"This person is named Zailin. The former Qing Dynasty Prince Luo Wuzhe was also a first-rank official with the three-eyed peach feather. Zaifeng's younger brother and Pu Yi's uncle were very important. He spoke very well among the old and young masters, and he was almost the first person below the deposed emperor."

Xue Zheng paused, and the following words seemed to mean something.

"Currently living in the Japanese concession, he is a neighbor with Pu Yi."

"It's so lively." The sedan was a little far away, and Chen Jiu narrowed his eyes to see clearly.

"Most of them are hired for money, and they are lively."

Xue Zheng shook his head,

"The Qing Dynasty was destroyed, Zhang He died, the Braid Army was destroyed, and even the Forbidden City became an office museum. What's the use of doing these old scenes of swearing and beating?"

...

"It's useful, of course it's useful. Zailin can become a fulcrum for leveraging Pu Yi and the Qing royal family. This time he disguised himself as one of the most important targets."

At Fengtian Railway Station, the platform is filled with smoke and the air is filled with the pungent smell of coal powder. The steam train lies quietly on the rails, and blurred faces are reflected in the windows.

The speaker was a fat middle-aged man, with his head down and his head buried in a newspaper.

"Mr. Xianyi, I don't understand."

The disguised secretary asked in Japanese,

"The Qing Dynasty has become history. Are these remnants really worth our efforts to win over?"

"In a month, you will understand."

Kenichi put down the newspaper, pinched his nose bridge, and frowned slightly: "It's time to leave, where is Hayato?"

As if in response to this sentence, a young man in a black tweed coat came quickly from the shadows in the corner of the platform.

His skin was extremely white, bleak and pathological, and even blue blood vessels could be vaguely seen. But a smile often hangs on his face, dispelling the discomfort caused by this paleness and making the young man's temperament seem friendly and docile.

"Hayato, you are a bodyguard. You should stay by Mr. Kenichi at the time to protect you for safety. You have neglected your duties." The secretary asked.

"Sorry, I went to get something."

"What?"

The young man stretched out his palm and spread it out, and a blood-stained front teeth lay on it.

"This is..." the secretary showed a disgusting expression.

"teeth."

"Of course I know it's the teeth." The secretary's face was not good. "I don't care about your quirks, but if this kind of thing affects Mr. Hyunichi's layout, I will explain it truthfully in the report."

"My younger brother Miyata has always been interested in Chinese martial arts. This is the meeting gift I prepared for him. I hope you understand the love of a brother for his younger brother."

Hayato took out an iron cigarette box from his pocket and opened it. It was not a cigarette inside, but a square grid separated by iron sheets, containing no less than twenty teeth. Some were black, some yellow, and some were as white as bones.

"Jiang, Jiang's short-term move..."

Hayato took out another pen and landed it on the paper lid covered with handwriting on the cigarette box, and paused the tip of the pen.

"How do you write Jiang's Chinese characters? I have never passed the course of ancient Chinese."

"...I'll do it." The secretary wrote for him.

"Thanks."

Hayato grinned, showing a bright and gentle smile as warm as the rising sun.

“It’s time to get on the bus.”

Mr. Xianyi, who had not spoken, stood up from the bench and picked up his suitcase.

The whistle sounded.

The train goes far away.

The crowds at Fengtian Railway Station were still there, and the journey was in a hurry. In the dark corner between the two walls, a middle-aged man in a long gown lay on his back and his blood solidified into a large pool under his body.
Chapter completed!