C4

For a long time, the people in the city didn't see the young beggar who had turned over a great deal. However, it was very different from the past. Little Qi'er had the most powerful family name in the city. According to the older generation, she was considered one of the top families even in the capital.

In the past, it had always been occupied by little beggars in front of the door, so no one dared to say anything, not to mention cursing and beating them. Now, it was like a carp leaping over a dragon gate, causing the beggars to be even more envious and each of them harbored their own selfish thoughts. He wanted to learn the air of the 'Son of Heaven that doesn't want to board the ship' from the 'Son of Heaven' of the Wine Immortals, but it was a pity that the people he learnt were not like the 'ghost' or 'human beings', and when the beggars who came late saw that the door was full of people, they did not appear to be panicked, but chose an empty space and sat down with their heads in it, causing the people beside him to wink and look at him, but they did not feel awkward.

The waiter sleepily took out the latch and pushed open the door. It didn't matter if they pushed, as he pushed aside the beggars and gave them a flirtatious look. This frightened the children who had yet to reach the weak spot. They all looked at him like wolves and tigers, and couldn't help but lead them to daydream! After all, he was the waiter of the biggest restaurant in the city, so his reaction was considered fast. After pausing for a moment, he rushed upstairs to call the head storekeeper, who was diligent in knocking and was even carrying the beautiful lady in his arms, "Knock knock knock, your butt is on fire!" "Waiter Wu, if you don't explain it clearly to me today, don't even think about your monthly salary!"

"Don't, don't, head storekeeper, I don't know what kind of evil wind you are blowing today, but there are a lot of beggars gathered at the entrance. I think, it's not even the day of feeding yet, why are all of them so hungry, they look so scary."

The restaurant manager slowly pinched the triangular beard on his chin, thinking, "The tradition of feeding food is passed down from generations of ancestors. Although the days sometimes change, it's still around that time." It was only the middle of the year, what a strange sight. The shopkeeper thought as he quickly went downstairs. After all, the people coming and going were all powerful people in the city, and if there was a random person that crashed into someone who was from a rich background, it would bring disaster upon them. Even if this restaurant lost its century-old foundation, it might not even have people left, and he knew that there were still a few restaurants in the city that were eyeing them covetously. He wanted to roll down the stairs but he didn't care that he wasn't dressed at the moment. He panted as he came to the door. He put his hands on his waist and roared, "You bunch of poor people think I'm too merciful, right? Now that you dare to peek at my face, don't blame me for daring to urinate on my head in a few days. Don't blame me for being unkind, I'll give you guys a stick of incense time to get lost.

A bold beggar from a foreign country walked forward and said something that he thought was refined, "May I ask old master, when I first arrived, I heard from my colleagues that you pity us bitter immortals the most, saying that you are Song Gongming. Not long ago, you even sent a few pieces of silver to the beggar in front of the door, but what you did today really pained him!" After he finished speaking, he would occasionally glance at the big shot, and as if he could feel the big shot's gaze, his spine would straighten a lot, and his eyes would become even more proud, as if he could rely on this status.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know who you are, but let me advise you, if you want to become famous, you have to take care of your head first. Although I understand that the young lord is a benevolent person, but the people below will not let this small matter go, and don't let a bitch like yourself, and don't try to put on a high hat for me, I still have some self-knowledge, or something like that, or a stick of incense, or something like that, if you want to roll around for a while, you will only be able to beg for a living in the future."

The beggar's face reddened. Just as he wanted to refute and see the twinkling eyes of the surrounding people, he inwardly cursed and squeezed through the crowd dejectedly. He no longer cared about the powerful nobleman he had his eyes on, preserving his own life was more important.

Those who were interested secretly remembered the beggar's appearance and rushed to the Mayor's mansion, preparing to claim the reward. The money was not so important, if they could be taken in as a confidant by that young mayor, they would be able to live a prosperous life.

Speaking of which, the most luxurious courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion was named Yu Feng. It was as if City Lord Li had prepared it long ago, and even his yard hadn't expended much effort. In the middle of the courtyard was a four-legged bronze cauldron from an unknown era. The door was made from fine Dragonfire Wood that had been built by the best carpenter in the city. In the hall facing the door hung a painting of two dragons that had been created by the most famous painter of the previous dynasty.

Not to mention the meticulously carved Pear Blossom Wood Table. On the table were the four treasures of the study, which could be considered simple. The bookshelves were filled with old books and cards, dazzling the eyes and giving off a noble air.

The youth sitting in the courtyard casually listened to the intelligence gathered by his subordinates. When he heard what had happened in front of the restaurant, his face revealed a trace of a smile. "Old Ox, do you think this shopkeeper is a wonderful person?"

The burly man in front of him giggled, "This storekeeper doesn't know how to be a good person. If we personally capture that person who offended young master, wouldn't he receive a huge reward? He might even be able to gain young master's trust." For example, those few people who came to offer rewards, which one of them wasn't smiling when they left the residence? "

The youth rubbed the jade-like walnut in his hand, but his heart felt cool. "No wonder he could be the manager, while you can only give me a subordinate. I'll tell you about his two benefits." First of all, this man had made a name for me by saying that I was a merciful and generous person, but that had prevented me from being angry with him. Secondly, on the surface, he wanted to remind the young man of his words and actions, but secretly instigating others to report this young man was equivalent to selling his personal feelings to me. Looks like I really cannot underestimate the heroes of this world.

The old man's face darkened, "This old boy actually dares to set up a trap for Young Master. Otherwise, why would he lead the brothers to chop him off tonight, so that he wouldn't be annoyed even if he couldn't see?"

The youth could not help but be speechless as he said earnestly, "Old cow, you really are an ox. You really have a stubborn mind. If the martial arts world is lacking these people, then wouldn't it be boring for me, the young city lord …"

"..."

In the evening, in the Windrinder Pavilion, a cool cry rang through the sky. A vigorous falcon landed on the shoulder of the old servant, who slowly took out the note and handed it to the half-haired old man. Two words were written on it, "Enter the city."

Master and servant looked at each other and smiled. Right now, they were just giving each other the chance to fight back more easily!

It was night. Wind came from the north …