parentshiftbook Chapter 37 See You Again, Blackie
Chapter 37 See You Again, Blackie
"You want twenty taels for a single copy of the Yellow Wind Manual? You're paying such a high price for a fake? Why don't you just rob someone?"
Xiang Geng had sharp eyes; he could tell it was a fake at a glance. After putting down the ancient book, he turned and left.
"Let's go check out other places."
Women can even buy fake rouge; this kind of shoddy workmanship is completely commonplace in the market for military men.
Some even only had "Shaking Mountain Skill" written on them. When you opened "Great Mountain Skill," it was completely blank, without even a single stroke.
After passing several stalls, the two still hadn't made any money.
Xiang Geng did take a fancy to a book called "Chasing the Wind Steps," but the other party's asking price was too high.
He refused again, and then turned to Feng Xiu and said, "Young Master, that's not how you spend money."
"Fifty taels is enough to buy his life. They're clearly trying to scam us. We can't let this go unpunished."
Do you know that I hold the reins of the entire Feng family's finances?
I fucking want to be bullied.
Seeing the sincerity in Xiang Geng's words, Feng Xiu had no choice but to straighten his expression and say, "Go ask him again if he's selling that copy of 'Chasing the Wind Steps'."
"Fifty taels it is."
Immediately, Xiang Geng seemed to realize that he had overstepped his bounds.
"Yes." Xiang Geng cupped his hands in greeting, feeling inwardly annoyed.
Xiang Geng was a cadre who enjoyed the family's talent cultivation, and he only received fifteen or twenty yuan a month's salary. When he encountered a shady merchant who overcharged customers, he naturally put himself in the situation.
After turning away, he hurriedly returned shortly afterward.
Upon arriving at the original location, they found no one who had been sealed away.
After looking around, I found him squatting in front of a stall displaying scattered small items.
He was playing with two jade and glass walnuts in his hands.
"How much is this?"
"Oh, you have a good eye, sir! This is a rock-stone dragon bracelet. Look, there are three dragons carved inside."
Although Feng Xiu had the characteristics of a martial artist, his easygoing demeanor made the stall owner think he was a fat sheep, and he introduced him with a smile.
Feng Xiu frowned and interrupted him.
"Name your price, five taels, that's reasonable, I'll pay now."
Even after transmigrating, Feng Xiu developed a fondness for playing with objects. Compared to playing with walnuts in his previous life, nothing compares to the pleasure of playing with jade.
However, he was subsequently bogged down with other matters, and his cultivation also took up a lot of time, so he hadn't been able to work on anything for quite some time.
These two beads of rock-hard dragon beads look really good.
"Sir, how can you haggle like that? My cost price is already two taels, and you're asking for five taels? What am I supposed to eat then?"
The young stall owner couldn't help but complain, looking troubled.
"Who are you kidding? This thing is worth at most nine qian of silver." Xiang Geng walked over and sneered.
"You can't say that. It costs me money to transport it here. Ten taels, that's the lowest I can offer," the stall owner argued, his gaze then shifting to Feng Xiu.
"Young master, this is something only I have. If you want it, I'll pack it up for you right away."
The stall owner could also see that Feng Xiu was the one in charge, and he flattered him with a smile.
"Okay, pack it up for me..."
Feng Xiu didn't dwell on such a trivial matter. Before he could finish speaking, a quarrel suddenly broke out behind him.
"You bastard, do you have a death wish? You dare sell me counterfeit goods!"
A rough, loud voice roared, followed by the sound of shoving.
Feng Xiu frowned and looked in the direction of the sound.
A crowd formed a circle, with a burly man standing in the middle, his face full of menacing features, grabbing someone by the collar and cursing loudly.
The person he was grabbing was wearing drab gray clothes and was slightly overweight.
While bowing and scraping with a smile, he inadvertently revealed a few gold-plated teeth.
Why does that person look so familiar?
"Blackie?" Feng Xiu asked, his face filled with surprise and doubt.
The man suddenly turned his head, revealing a slick face.
"Hey, hey, don't go, sir!"
Feng Xiu put down what he was holding and walked towards Blackie's direction, while the vendor behind him hurriedly called out.
"Shady businessman!"
He was stopped by Xiang Geng. He glanced at him with some disgust, then reluctantly pulled out a bank note.
"Take it."
The vendor's eyes lit up, and he picked up the Rock Dragon String and handed it over, while quickly taking the silver note in his other hand.
Xiang Geng didn't even turn his head, and hurriedly followed Feng Xiu.
the other side.
After Feng Xiu pushed through the crowd slightly, Hei Ye, who was begging for mercy, saw Feng Xiu and his eyes lit up instantly.
It was like seeing a lifeline.
"Young Master Feng, Young Master Feng, you've come at the perfect time!" He flung the man's hand away and scrambled over.
"You have to stand up for me, Old Black!"
The burly man chased after him and tried to grab him again, but Blackie nimbly dodged behind Feng Xiu.
"Young Master Feng, what do you think of this...?"
Feng Xiu looked him up and down, his expression helpless, and then looked at the man.
"What happened?"
Seeing that he was well-dressed, the man's imposing manner immediately diminished.
But he still wouldn't let it go, asking, "Young master, do you know this bastard?"
"I know him." Feng Xiu nodded. "What happened to him?"
The man pulled a tattered booklet from his pocket and handed it to Feng Xiu.
"Look at this! I spent seventy taels to buy his Flaming Blade, but when I got home and tried to practice it, I realized the swordsmanship was all fake. If I tried to imitate it, I'd ruin myself!"
"He said he drew that on himself, damn it!"
Feng Xiu took the booklet and flipped through it; it was indeed a fake.
His swordsmanship was a mess, lacking any fluidity, and his method of applying force was completely wrong.
He looked at Blackie.
Hei Ye chuckled awkwardly, "Young Master Feng, well, well, I was just confused for a moment, just confused for a moment~"
Feng Xiu sighed.
You really are willing to make money from anything.
Blackie is incredibly influential in the city, with connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds. It's surprising that he'd also be involved in fraudulent activities.
However, Feng Xiu didn't think it was anything wrong; it was just a common problem among street urchins.
He returned the booklet to the man and took out a silver note from his pocket and handed it over.
"One hundred taels, I'll compensate you on his behalf, and that'll settle this matter."
The man took the silver note, his fierce expression softening, but he still wouldn't let it go.
"Fine, let it go since he lied. I've been in this backwater for so many years, and this is the first time I've been played like this!"
Feng Xiu frowned slightly. "How many do you want?"
"Two hundred taels, and I'll leave immediately!" the man said decisively.
"Take it."
Without hesitation, Feng Xiu handed over another silver note.
The man was taken aback. He had intended to bluff him, but he hadn't expected the man to be so generous.
He looked down at the two silver notes in his hand and finally nodded.
"Fine, for this young master's sake, we'll let it go." He glared fiercely at Blackie, "You little brat, don't let me see you again!"
After saying that, he turned and left.
Hei Ye let out a long sigh of relief, crawled out from behind Feng Xiu, and grinned from ear to ear.
"Young Master Feng, you are truly... truly a living bodhisattva who saves us from suffering! From now on, my life is yours!"
Feng Xiu waved his hand, "Alright, alright, stop joking around."
Hei Ye chuckled and leaned closer, lowering his voice: "Young Master Feng, what brings you here? And with Master Xiang?"
Xiang Geng stood aside, his eyes calm. Hei Ye was a well-known figure in the city.
Basically, he was a shared glove among various Jianghu forces, and Xiang Geng couldn't say he liked him.
"Let's go, we'll talk about it when we get back."
The three of them left the market, took their horses, and headed back along the road they had come from.
After walking for a while, Feng Xiu asked, "What has Master Hei been busy with lately?"
Blackie chuckled and rubbed his hands together.
"Young Master Feng, I'll tell you the truth, please don't be angry."
"explain."
Hei Ye coughed lightly, "Um... I took half of the money you gave me before, the money I was supposed to use to repair the Taoist temple for Master Huanglong."
Feng Xiu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head speechlessly.
"What about the other half?"
"I lost it all," Blackie admitted frankly, shrugging his chubby hand.
"I had bad luck. I rolled around in the casino twice and then I lost everything."
Feng Xiu laughed in anger.
I really don't know what to say. This guy, Blackie, really hasn't changed at all.
"Have you been to Yulin County recently? Has Master Huanglong returned?"
"No, I didn't see them, father and son."
"Hey, it's normal that you didn't see him. Think about it, he's just an old Taoist priest from a run-down temple, and suddenly he's become a big celebrity in the whole city. People are flocking to him for children and rain, and they're practically wearing down his doorstep. If I were him, I would have run too. Whoever wants this kind of good fortune can have it."
Blackie sighed indifferently.
Feng Xiu nodded, agreeing with what Hei Ye said, and then changed the subject.
"Alright, since you put it that way, do you know someone named Su Wantang?"
Blackie paused for a moment, then said, "I know Su Wantang."
"You know?"
Blackie, brimming with confidence, patted his chest and assured everyone, "Of course! Don't you know who I am? There's no one in the entire Qingyan City I don't know, and no one I can't do!"
Feng Xiu didn't refute it; that's really true.
Regardless of Blackie's character, his professional skills are truly unquestionable.
He believed that his reputation as a great philanthropist existed only in name.
But Blackie is different; as long as you pay him, he'll do things for you.