Yi Song

Chapter 130 Pickled Liquan Quality Library

Speechless all the way, Zhou Juan soon arrived at Jiangdu City in Yangzhou.

In order not to alert others, Zhou Juan and his party did not stay at their own Yuelai Inn.

One group of Zhou Juan stayed in a clean and convenient inn, while the other group stayed in another inn not far away.

After staying for half a day, there was nothing unusual. He asked someone to contact the manager of the Yangzhou branch of Jieshun Transportation Co., Ltd., and took a companion with him to the Liquan Quality Warehouse.

The prosperity of Yangzhou City is not inferior to that of Bianjing.

There are more ships passing by on the canal than on the Bian River. The bustling flow of people on the street is no less than that of Maxing Street and Xiangguosi East and West Streets.

The houses are in a row, and the shops facing the street are one after another. It seems that there is no end to the end. The flags picked out have more leaves than the leaves on the trees on the street.

The accents from the north and the south can be heard on the streets. Products from all over the world can be seen in shops.

Zhou Juan and his companion Li Xinghan pretended to be purchasers and walked around the street twice. They didn't notice the tail behind them, and then they slowly walked towards Fucha Street.

Fucha Street is close to the most prosperous and lively East Street.

Legend has it that the little overlord of the Spring and Autumn Period, King Wu Fu Chai, went north from Suzhou and led his troops to fight for hegemony in the Central Plains. He built a city in Han, which is now Jiangdu City, and dug a Hangou ditch to connect the Huaihe River, which is now the canal.

Fucha Street was part of the original Han city.

It is in a great location with the canal behind it and East Street in front.

Zhou Juan observed secretly for a while and was shocked to find that the Liquan Quality Warehouse actually occupied the entire Fucha Street.

Facing East Street, there are four spacious shops.

Behind are four piers.

In the middle is a heavily guarded warehouse.

After spending another day inquiring about nearby teahouses and restaurants, Zhou Juan had an idea.

"Brother Li, this Liquan Quality Warehouse should be the general warehouse of Zhu Meng and his son in Yangzhou."

Li Xinghan is also a son of the Forbidden Army. He is a good brother who grew up with Fu Qilang. He is also a backbone of the Red Heart Society and is the deputy in this operation.

"Probably. Zhu Meng and his son are in Yangzhou now. They live only three streets away from here and can arrive in less than a quarter of an hour. According to the observation of the action team near Zhu's house, most of the people who entered there are account books. Here Most of what comes in and out is money and goods.

One is the general ledger room and the other is the general warehouse, that's right. "

"Brother Li, after a day and a half of observation, there is nothing abnormal. We can start taking action."

"Okay! I'll send a signal and tell them to be ready to respond at any time."

After waiting for a while, Zhou Juan and Li Xinghan followed the flow of people into the four-room facade of Liquan Quality Warehouse.

Dozens of people come and go here.

Some of the people who came in were carrying baggage, holding antiques and property, and came to pledge them.

There are those who are dejected, holding one or two deeds, and pledge the house and land with a grim look on their faces.

The rest of the pledged clothing, shoes, hats, boxes and cabinets were of various colors and shapes.

There are even people who drag their children, scold their wives, and come to sell their daughters in exchange for their wives.

Some of the people who went out were dejected, like zombies walking around.

Some were so sad that they wiped away tears and looked back three times, feeling very reluctant to leave.

Some were in high spirits and happily said to their companions: "I'm rich! Go to Liyuan Gambling House immediately and play some more."

The people next to him also coaxed him: "Okay, Brother Han has money again, this time he will definitely win back his capital and profits!"

Before they even reached the door, a woman behind her was crying heartbreakingly: "Han Jiu, you bastard is worse than a pig or a dog! Sooner or later, you will die in a gambling house!"

Brother Han didn't seem to hear, and followed his companions away quickly.

This Liquan warehouse really pledges everything.

A dozen strong thugs stood at the four corners, arms crossed, looking coldly at the people going in and out. There were also a dozen strong thugs walking through the crowd, staring fiercely at everyone who was suspicious.

Suddenly there was a quarrel ahead.

"When I pledged my land, the profit was six cents. Why did the profit rise to twelve cents when I redeemed it?"

"Profits are compounded, you don't understand! Get out of here and don't hinder me from doing business!"

"This is my family's ancestral property. It has been passed down from generation to generation for five or six generations. It cannot be broken in my hands. My son and daughter got seriously ill the month before last and it was really difficult to make ends meet, so I pledged it.

Now I borrow money from everywhere, all I want is to redeem it. Please, please let me redeem it. If this field is gone, our whole family will starve to death sooner or later! "

"Ma De, everyone is acting like you! What kind of business do we have?" one of the worshipers cursed.

As soon as he finished speaking, several thugs rushed forward, punching and kicking one person until the person was rolling on the ground, begging for mercy, and soon no sound was heard. Two thugs were carrying the man, cursing.

"You don't even have to ask where the Liquan Zhiku is, so you dare to come and make trouble!"

Throw the unknown man to the street and come back.

Zhou Juan and Li Xinghan looked at each other and suppressed their anger. They felt vaguely that the deposited items might not be redeemable.

After walking a few steps, I heard the girl crying: "Daddy, don't sell me. I can still do things. I can wash and sew, work, and earn money for the family."

I saw a teenage girl being pulled inside by a thug.

She was crying and shouting, kicking and struggling with her legs.

A seven or eight-year-old boy lay on the ground, hugged one of the girl's legs, and was dragged forward, crying: "Dad, don't sell my sister, I can also earn money for the family." rice."

A man in his thirties next to him had a sad face and wiped away tears: "My child, if I don't sell my sister, our whole family will starve to death. If we sell her, we will still have a way to survive."

The girl just cried and stopped shouting.

The boy refused to give up and continued to hold his sister's legs and yell.

The thug dragging the person was having some difficulty, and he called to the other thug impatiently: "Pull this bastard away for me, I'm really tired from dragging him."

The other thug had a mole on his face. Hearing the sound, he reached out to pull the boy.

The boy refused and rolled on the ground like a little loach, refusing to let go.

The man with the black mole got angry and slapped the boy twice, making his face red and swollen.

The boy was also anxious, grabbed the hand of the man with the black mole, and bit his wrist hard.

"Straight bitch!" The man with the black mole cursed and kicked the boy hard, sending him flying a foot or two away. He lay on the ground, not knowing whether to live or die.

The distressed man was so panicked that he rushed forward and hugged the boy, who kept screaming.

Several thugs gathered around and looked at the man with the black mole's bitten wrist.

"The bite was so hard that it bled."

"Yeah, this bitch is really cruel."

A thug with a fat head and big ears rolled his eyes like a dog's eyes, grabbed the wrist of the man with the black mole, and yelled: "Oh, I bite the bone so hard! Go to the doctor quickly, you must find three patches." Okay, the most famous golden sore doctor in Yangzhou City!"

The man with the black mole looked confused. The wound would heal on its own if you just say a few more words. Do you still need to see a doctor for scars?

The thug next to him who was familiar with the dog-eyed man understood what he meant, and he also shouted: "Scared, the bite is so hard! We must go to the golden sore doctor, if it is too late, this hand will be useless. Go quickly, go quickly!" "

The two of them pulled the confused man with the black mole and left.

The dog-eyed man exchanged glances with his companion and walked up to the sad man who was still screaming.

"Your son bit my companion and is now going to see a doctor. You have to pay for the medical expenses. Looking at how poor you are, you don't have much money. Then use the money you got from selling your daughter to pay for it." ”

The sad man was stunned, raised his head and asked confusedly: "What? Do I have to pay for medical expenses?"

"Don't pay if you bite someone!" Another thug said viciously.

"Yes, you have to pay for it. Three plasters are good, but one plaster costs several bucks. How much money did you get from selling your daughter? It's not enough to pay for two plasters. It's really an advantage for you!"

"Oh my God, you can't bully people like this!" The sad man almost went crazy and rushed towards him and roared.

"If your son bites someone first, he will have to pay for it wherever he goes!"

"Get out of here right now, or I'll take you and your son to see the officials!"

The thugs were talking nonstop, and they carried the father and son out of the warehouse.

On the roadside at the intersection, a sad man sat on the ground, holding his unconscious son who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He looked up at the sky with his mouth open and his eyes dull.

Pedestrians passing by could only sigh secretly when they saw this tragic situation.

When Zhou Yan heard the dog-eyed thug and his companions walking by, he said excitedly: "I got another free sum of money. Let's go have fun together tonight!"

He and Li Xinghan looked at each other, and the anger in his heart was boiling. He wished he could take out the items immediately, hand them over to the commander, and then report them to the officials to clean up this filthy place.

Go to the deposit counter and hand in the deposit ticket.

The priest sitting inside took a few glances, wrote down a line of numbers, and handed the ticket back.

“I can’t pick it up today, I’ll come back tomorrow to pick it up!”

"Why?"

The words of worship were even colder, "Why is there nothing? This is the rule of our Liquan warehouse. All deposit tickets cannot be collected on the same day. They can only be collected tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)