In the Great World of Martial Arts, You Use the Tao of Talisman To Rule the Ages?

distance.

Fan Yishi took his troops to negotiate with Weng Jinren.

The process was obviously not smooth, and people on both sides shouted loudly from time to time, as if to embolden themselves.

On the contrary, the two leaders, Fan and Weng, were calmer and never showed any sign of hostility...

Chen Lin withdrew his gaze and asked curiously:

"Uncle Xiang, these people don't come here to cause trouble for no reason. There must be some purpose behind them, right?"

"Purpose?"

Uncle Xiang snorted from his nose, "Their purpose is to disrupt the business of our mountain city."

"I guess some force in the city has its sights on Beicheng, an old, rotten, toothless piece of meat, so I let them find any reason to come and cause trouble."

"Everything about investigating crimes and seeking revenge is just a random excuse. Even if there was no such thing as Asheng's son, they would just find another excuse..."

I was curious when I saw Chen Lin.

Uncle Xiang talked about the situation in Shanshi by the way.

The mountain market in Beicheng is different from the fishing market in Nancheng.

There are many fish farm organizations in the fish market. Originally, they were just businesses that bought and sold catches from fishermen and resold them. It was a normal business.

But over time, they metamorphosed and developed into a bandit organization that exploited fishermen and bought and sold by force.

Here in the county, if a fisherman does not anchor under a certain fish pen, his boat will be scuttled by gangsters in the middle of the night in a few days.

It can be said that the fish pen is like a heavy mountain for fishermen. Under the layers of blessings, even in good years, fishermen cannot save much money.

However, the mountain city has been unable to develop an organization similar to the fish pen.

Uncle Xiang said:

"The bottom line is that we mountain hunters are loose and free. Many of us live in isolation. We also have knives and bows. Even if we don't enter the city, we won't starve to death."

"Fishermen are different. They cannot live without the county town for all their food, clothing, housing and transportation. They only have fishing nets and oars in their hands, so they are naturally manipulated at will."

Chen Lin nodded in agreement.

He could think of another reason.

That is, the "meat" of the mountain market is not as fat as the fish market.

If fishermen catch a fish tide, they can catch hundreds of kilograms of fish in a day, and they can earn several taels of silver from just one boat.

In the mountains, no ordinary hunter can hunt hundreds of kilograms a day.

Although there are people in Xiaojin Mountain who successfully hunt tigers every year, they are only a minority after all. Most mountain hunters actually have little money and just dig traps in the mountains every day.

It's a waste of effort and nothing can be delivered.

Otherwise, Uncle Ping would not have given up hunting and gone to the mountains to cut trees with others.

Do you really think this is a good job?

But no matter how lean the meat is, it is still meat.

Now it seems that Yamashi is still being targeted.

Chen Lin looked far away at Weng Jinren, who was as tall as a bear.

I can’t help but sigh:

"It's really a simple and unpretentious business war!"

As long as he likes your business, he will directly find someone to come over and destroy it. Then when you can no longer hold on, the business will naturally become his.

Negotiating an acquisition and annexation?

over thinking.

Between words, Fan Yishi's negotiations seemed to have come to fruition.

Uncle Xiang knew with just one glance that the result was not good:

“Alas, there is no ‘fish pen’ in the mountain city, so you don’t have to be bullied usually, but at times like this, there is no one capable to support the situation.

Now it seems that even if Mr. Shi goes to the inner city martial arts school and comes here with clothes on, it will still not work. "

"Um."

Chen Lin nodded.

That Weng Jinren has a muscular body and strong muscles. He must have grasped the vitality in his body and become a powerful martial artist.

It may not be particularly outstanding in the inner city, but there is indeed no need to betray Fan Yishi, a new disciple.

The two groups broke up unhappy.

Nothing has changed.

"Oh, that's it for today." Uncle Xiang shook his head, looked at Chen Lin, and got down to business: "Alin, did you come here today to load goods in the mountains?"

"Yeah!" Chen Lin opened the backpack again, revealing the white jade squirrels piled inside.

Take them out one by one by their tails.

They lined up in neat rows on the ground, like a soft snow blanket.

"Lao Chai from the village left before. I gave him some money as a gift, and my family didn't have much money anymore, so I went for a walk in the mountains this morning."

"I've also heard about Lao Chai. The life of poverty has finally come to an end. It's both a disaster and a blessing...

However, I didn’t expect that instead of catching snakes, I would catch squirrels instead! "

"This is a good thing. One snake is almost worth more than a nest of snakes..."

Uncle Xiang smiled and picked up a squirrel, touched a handful of soft white hair, and then examined it carefully.

"Alin, please wait here. These are white jade leather bags without holes. Now you can get ninety yuan per piece. I'll get them for you."

"Thank you very much, Uncle Xiang."

"Need not……"

While waiting.

People who went to watch the fun came back and saw the white jade squirrels arranged neatly on the ground, and they came over to join in the fun.

After learning that this was Chen Lin's harvest today, he was even more amazed, as if his impression of Chen Lin had been refreshed.

Usually, everyone in the mountain city thought that Chen Lin was just a snake catcher with a skill that could make some money in winter. They never thought that he could catch other snakes instead of snakes.

In addition, what happened just now when he used a knife to force away many thugs was something that no one had ever thought about.

Even though Chen Lin had a knife in his hand at that time.

But they asked themselves, if they were faced with dozens of thugs surrounding and insulting them, they would definitely not have the courage to force these people to retreat.

"Brother Lin is so powerful and domineering today!"

"Brother Lin, take me into the mountains to make money together some other time! I'll help you!"

"Brother Lin..."

Everyone gathered around to congratulate and praise him, and they all admired what Chen Lin had done just now.

When Uncle Xiang came out with four money bags, he immediately heard the enthusiastic and sincere words of everyone at the door, as well as Chen Lin, who was surrounded by everyone.

He was stunned for a moment, then came over with a smile:

"Come on, brother Lin, take your money quickly!"

"Don't hurt me anymore, Uncle Xiang!"

…

The excitement at the door of the shop was quickly noticed by Weng Jinren on the other side.

This unusually tall man narrowed his eyes and grabbed a young rogue from the side, holding him by his collar:

"You have been in this area before. Do you know the background of the person who just forced you to retreat?"

"Huh? That person?"

The young rogue turned to look at the door of the shop and said quickly: "I only know that that person is a famous snake catcher in the mountain city. He was very good at digging snake nests during the severe winter last month."

"But now that things are getting better, he probably won't be able to clean up the snake nest..."

"He has never practiced martial arts?"

"I'm just kidding. That man was a woodcutter before he learned how to dig snake nests. His family is very poor. Everyone knows that there is no money to practice martial arts."

"Tsk, it turns out he is a small character who is not even as good as Fan Yishi!"

"Do you mean to mess with him?"

The young rogue asked tentatively.

Weng Jinren shook his head and slapped the rogue's shoulder with a huge slap, almost breaking the bones:

"You have lost your face. Can you rely on me to get it back?"

"It's none of my business!"

"Don't forget, I came to you to investigate the cause of my junior brother's death. There have been no clues for several days. Are you worthy of my junior brother's soul in heaven and his old father who cried all night?!"

"You're right, we can't help it!"

The rogue grinned in pain, but did not dare to complain at all.

Not to mention that Weng Jinren just misunderstood his meaning.

If he was really allowed to mess with someone like Chen Lin, he would be on sick leave in the next few days.

He was so stupid that he wanted to get into trouble.

As for the shame I just lost?

How much is that thing worth per pound?

He really wanted to find a place to sell it.