Fancy Manual for Teasing the Male God

Even Xiao Qichen didn't give him a definite answer, but only the phrase "helped" made the owner feel grateful.

The owner of the garden is of course also aware that even the'Mr. Qin' in front of him may not be able to change Dashuai Zhang's thoughts, but it is precisely this kind of sincere reply and Qin Wansha's deliberate writing to ask the other party to help him. The owner, who was indifferent and perfunctory, was deeply moved.

Wiping away the moisture from his eye sockets, the owner took the carriage on the return journey, Xiao Qichen's Lao Qin watched him leave, and then returned to Xiao Qichen's side: "Marshal, is it okay to tell him to leave like this?"

Xiao Qichen threw the originally pretended account book directly into Old Qin's hands: "What matters, what is he, is enough to see tonight."

While talking, Xiao Qichen turned his gaze to the warehouse outside the door that had not been closed. There was still a lot of the most scarce food in the south, and the current storage in the warehouse was several times that of the twenty trucks that had been transported away.

"At night, stare at you." After Xiao Qichen said this, he stood up, pulled out his coat from one side and put it on his body.

Seeing Xiao Qichen going out, Lao Qin didn't keep up, but lowered his head and responded, "Don't worry, be careful along the way."

"Ok."

By the time the owner returned to the theater in the city, the sky was already dark. There were different scenes in the garden every day. Except for some big figures paying a lot of money to order the play, the daily arrangements in the garden were actually the same.

The owner of the garden returned to his room and washed his face, wondering whether to thank Qin Wansha or not.

There are some things that the owner saw in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, only one point—Little Hua Jacaranda can send letters to the people in the north, and can be sent to the other side as soon as possible. This girl can already explain many problems. .

The grains that the other party could show him and the sacks left in the granary explained a lot of problems. The owner did not dare to think about it, nor did he want to think about it.

Compared to Zhang Dashuai's ruthlessness towards him and Lao Tian this time, the owner who is not so loyal in his heart will naturally choose a better direction to turn to.

If he didn't guess wrong, I'm afraid Xiao Jacaranda's future fortune will be better than today's Jacaranda.

As a smart person, the owner of the garden quickly figured it out. After a little freshening, he once again took advantage of the night to head towards Qin Wansha's yard.

Qin Wansha opened the door to the owner again. This time, after seeing the owner, she didn't have any expressions of surprise on her face. She just smiled slightly: "The owner came back late today. done."

The owner did not say much, but bowed deeply to Qin Wansha: "Little Hua Jacaranda, I don’t want to thank you for your kindness. In the future, you can come to me directly if you need anything in this theater, and I will do it for me. The brother who did the wrong thing apologizes to you, and thank you for your grandeur!"

Qin Wansha looked at the owner with a smile and said, "The owner is polite."

One of them was outside the door and the other was inside the door. They said a few words about this. In fact, the owner of Qin Wansha is not familiar with Qin Wansha's original body. Therefore, after thanking him, he has nothing to say. Up.

Qin Wansha did the same. Instead of inviting the owner into the house yesterday, she just stood inside the door, and after listening to the owner's gratitude, she turned to see off the guest with a chuckle.

The owner also understood that he was prone to trouble Qin Wansha too much at this time, so he quickly turned and left.

It's just that the more he walked toward his house, the more the owner felt that something was wrong.

Suddenly, the attitude of Qin Wansha yesterday and today flashed in the owner's mind. Could it be that there was someone in the little jacaranda house!

The owner of the garden was stunned, but he hurriedly did not dare to think more about whether or not it was a temptation to himself, all of which was forgotten by the owner.

After walking quickly back to his house, the owner did not come out again overnight.

And Qin Wansha, who watched the owner leave, returned to the house and looked at Xiao Qichen who was sitting at the table drinking tea, and said: "Well, I'm afraid there will be no movement on your side tonight."

Xiao Qichen chuckled lightly, with a lot of noncommittal in his tone: "This is not necessarily true."

"You mean, Zhang Shuai has always been suspicious of the owner?" Qin Wansha asked back.

"It’s hard to say before, but in the past few days, he is so worried about his younger brother’s affairs that he will naturally ignore Zhang Junfeng. Zhang Junfeng is a suspicious person. Sending someone to monitor him is just a normal method. Anyway-we were originally. I only intend to use him as a cover to divert Zhang Junfeng’s attention. The people in the north are already ready, waiting for the future Mrs. Zhang Dashuai to add fire." Xiao Qichen stretched out a big laziness as he spoke. .

Qin Wansha had nothing to say about his words.

The owner of the garden is very sleek. Although he has an old Tian as his weakness, he will be backlashed if he mishandles it. For example, this time, just because of a guess, the owner directly betrayed Dashuai Zhang and turned his head to him, Qin Wansha Even with Xiao Qichen's subordinates, they would not choose such a cluttered person.

However, as far as the current situation is concerned, the owner is still useful to them.

During this night, in a small village under the management of the north, a wealthy household was robbed that night, but it was ridiculous to say that the thief’s warehouse was filled with bags of sand and stones. , The wealthy family was also puzzled, and did not understand why it was necessary to steal those things.

On the other side, Dashuai Zhang, who had been waiting for news in the study, finally waited for the words from his adjutant.

"Marshal, bad news, the sacks in the warehouse are not grain, but sand."

Hearing the adjutant's words, Zhang Dashuai's face suddenly sank, and the strength of his hands was firmly tightened. After a long while, he asked in a gloomy voice: "Are you sure those sacks are the same as the sacks that were sent with grain?"

"Our people went with the old man in the theater. They all looked at him, and they were exactly the same, and no one had come close and replaced before and after." The adjutant's tone was calm and fast, but there was a trace of boredom between his brows.

I'm afraid this is not good.

Zhang Dashuai's hand was tightened and loosened, and he sighed suddenly: "Forget it, this time I'm afraid we are treating the gentleman's belly like a villain. Tomorrow you will call Xiaohuayan over and the old man, Keep an eye on him, his heart, I'm afraid he is already relaxed.

"Yes!" The adjutant heard Zhang Dashuai's words and understood that Zhang Dashuai had already made a decision on this matter, and he hurriedly responded and set about handling it.

But after the adjutant left, Dashuai Zhang sat back on the chair with a tired face, and the fatigue all over his body suddenly hit, making him very bored.