Chapter 318: Apocalypse Merchant

Silefang.
Aunt Hu slowly turned the wine glass in her hand and asked quietly, "What did that person say?"
The trembling young man knelt there and said hesitantly: "He said Qingzhou Mu's family is here and he wants to collect our rent..."
"Qingzhou Mu Family." Aunt Hu put down her wine glass, "Did you ask what the person sending the message looks like?"
Beijing Yanli House.
Li Qing frowned, his face very ugly: "Li Zhong, what does the Mu family son you mentioned looks like?"
"Plate in white, with a handsome face, with a long sword slung around his waist, and the sword swings out of the wind and dust. The skill is extraordinary." Li Zhong replied.
"This should be..." Li Qing sighed, "San Gongzi."
"The first son of the Mu family has been in poor health over the years and has not been out for many years. The second son is born with a disability and will almost never leave the Mu Mansion. Only the third son is about the same age, and the third son is indeed practicing swords with the famous master. ." Li focused his head.
"At present, the most likely heir of the Mu family in Qingzhou is the third son." Li Qing sighed again.
Gongsun Mansion.
Gongsun is not a big surname, but he has great power in Tianqi. He didn't do direct physical business, but almost contracted most of the bank and pawnshop in Apocalypse City. He was a great man who could not be ignored. But this big family is now only a 17-year-old boy in charge.
His father died of a serious illness two years ago, and his mother died shortly thereafter, leaving him with only one son. At that time, many people thought that a child could not support such a big family, and there was almost a long line of people who came to the bank to ask for money for a certain period of time.
But he miraculously inherited his father’s estate, and even carried it forward more extensively, and finally became a "smelly boy of the Gongsun family" that a big man like Li Qing didn't dare to underestimate, and he could be a big shopkeeper like Aunt Hu Sit at a table for dinner and talk.
This person is Gongsun Xiao, but he doesn't like this name, he likes others to call him-Gongzixiao. But now, there is a person who is more worthy of the word "Young Master" than he has stepped into this apocalypse.
"Rent collection?" Gongsun Xiao smiled, "Only the Qingzhou Mu family dare to have such a big tone."
Caiyi Building.
A small square table.
A small wooden stool.
A gu rice wine, a pile of peanuts, a plate of braised beef.
A neatly dressed old man eats three peanuts, a piece of beef, and a sip of rice wine. His clothes are studded with gold threads, and he wears a ring on his hand. The gems on it are shining with blue light. He is very rich, and the whole Apocalypse is very famous.
He has been in business for decades and has countless industries under his name. No matter how rich a man in Apocalypse City sees him, he will bend and call out to Mr. Chen. Even people like Li Qing only dared to scold a few words "Old Man Chen" secretly behind his back, and still had to squeeze a polite smile when they met.
But this rich old man likes to come here every evening to drink a pot of wine, eat a plate of peanuts and a plate of braised beef, and then sit upstairs, watching the sunset in a slight drunkenness.
"The fifteen imperial banquets with wine and dishes are not afraid to die." Old man Chen took a sip of wine and sneered.
Since noon, there has been a steady stream of news. But whether he heard the three gates and nineteen houses attending a banquet, or the presence of two superintendents at the same time, and the subsequent six ministries and even hundreds of officials in the DPRK rushing to the banquet, he didn't react at all, and he still drank the wine to himself.
Until I heard the latest news.
"Qingzhou Mujia." Old Mrs. Chen put down the wine glass and gently put down his chopsticks.
"Go!" Aunt Hu stood up, waved her hands, and a light red shirt fell to the ground, revealing the plump and beautiful body below. She turned around and pulled, and a gorgeous red dress was already worn by her. Even she was always ready to go to the banquet.
"Go!" Li Qing walked straight to the door.
"Go!" Gongsun Xiao yawned lazily.
"Go." Old lady Chen stood up and walked downstairs step by step in the sunset.
The four big tyrants who control the lifeline of the entire Apocalypse economy finally made their way to Qianjintai because of the four words "Qingzhou Mujia".
Mu Chunfeng stood at the door waiting for them. It was only half an hour since he left the seat, but he didn't seem to be anxious at all. He just stood there quietly, with a slight smile on his face, calm and calm.
Finally, the four sedan chairs arrived at Qianjintai from four directions.
Unlike the rush of officials brought by Taishi Dong, the speed of these four sedan chairs is intriguing. They didn't go fast, it seemed that it was not because of how impatient the Qingzhou Mu family's son came, but they also did not go slowly, expressing their due respect to the Qingzhou Mu family.
I came here to give you the face of the Mu family in Qingzhou, but I don't think I am afraid of your Mu family. After all, you are just a third son who has not inherited the family rights. We have been in the Apocalypse City for so many years. Do you want to bow your head because of this?
If your surname is not Mu, what are you?
The sedan chair finally stopped beside the gorgeous carriage pulled by five horses.
Four people walked down from the sedan chair at the same time.
Li Zhong, Da Niang Hu, Gongsun Xiao, and Grandpa Chen.
"It's been a long time since the son, when I first saw you, you were a child." Li Zhong took the lead.
Aunt Hu smiled: "What a handsome young man, would you like to come to my Silefang for a drink at night?"
Gongsun Xiao tilted his head: "San Young Master Mu? Fortunately to meet you, I wonder if your real name is?"
Mrs. Chen spoke the slowest. He coughed hard first, and then spit out a thick sputum: "How well is your father these days?"
Four people came, but the intention was not good. Why can a young man who is still young can hold them?
Mu Chunfeng didn't mind, he just smiled leisurely: "I can't really answer so many questions at once. But I brought a few old friends here, maybe I can chat with you. Shopkeeper Tian."
The curtain of the carriage was opened, and Tian Mozhi walked down.
"Jinyan shopkeeper!" Li Zhong was taken aback.
Immediately after Tian Mozhi, three more people walked down.
The four apocalyptic giants who were originally indifferent can no longer be as calm as before.
Jinyan treasurer Tian Mozhi, iron hand treasurer Shi Qingshui, Linglong treasurer Sang Jicheng, and Pofeng treasurer Feng are absent. The seven shopkeepers of Mu's family in Qingzhou, four of them came on this trip!
Everyone knows that Qingzhou Mufu has many industries and hundreds of shopkeepers under its name. Among them, the seven shopkeepers are the most powerful, and every one of them is a big man who can stir the entire Beili business community. Even if they stand in front of the four great tycoons of Apocalypse City, they are not inferior.
"Want to chat?" Mu Chunfeng smiled, "Don't worry, the four shopkeepers will have a good chat with you in the next few days. If there is no objection, I am a little hungry, so I might as well just eat the food and drink. How about fifteen banquets? I am hungry.
"No opinion? Let's go."