Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

"Don't miss it when you're passing by! Freshly baked steamed buns! Big white steamed buns! Soft and fragrant!"

"Shaobing! We sell sesame cakes!"

"A must-eat pastry when you come to Nanjing! Pastries made by the palace chef himself!"

"..."

On the streets of Nanjing, Cong Ye was surrounded by the shouts of vendors and the bargaining voices of passers-by.

He was holding a small suitcase in his hand. Looking around, he could see the crowds of people and vehicles coming and going on the streets.

Even in the dead of winter, the rickshaw driver only wore an undershirt, and his skin was soaked with a layer of oily sweat. He was staring at the pedestrians hungrily. As soon as he caught a trace of hesitation about taking a rickshaw from the pedestrian's face, he ran over immediately. He persuaded pedestrians to get into the car and placed another order happily.

Cong was one of the people targeted by this group of rickshaw drivers.

Before he could walk over, rickshaw drivers running up in twos and threes, with smiles on their faces, kept rushing him to their rickshaws.

Cong Ye randomly chose a driver and got on the rickshaw.

"Young Master, tell me where you are going? There is no place in Nanjing that I don't know about!"

The coachman looked younger, full of strength, and looked at Cong Ye with great energy.

Cong Ye was dressed in an extraordinary way, and he looked like a rich young man at first glance. Car drivers like them liked such guests, and they knew at a glance that he was a big-spending guest.

"Do you know Chun Shan Tang?"

Cong Ye asked him.

The coachman was stunned and immediately patted his chest: "Don't tell me! I really know Chunshan Hall!"

"I'm going to Chunshan Hall."

Cong Ye said.

From the coachman's words, he already knew that the Chunshan Hall in Nanjing had been established.

Brother Hongwen moved very quickly.

As the driver pulled the cart, he chatted with Cong Ye:

"To tell you the truth! Not many people in Nanjing City know that there are many people in Chunshan Hall!"

"How to say?"

Cong also looked at him with curiosity in his eyes.

"The location of Chunshan Hall was not chosen well. It is too remote. Even Nanjing locals may not be able to find a place!"

The coachman sighed.

Cong also smiled: "That's it."

Chunshan Hall is indeed far away.

Cong Ye watched the coachman's sweat fall like rain.

I don't know how long it took, but in a deep alley, a brick house hidden in an ordinary residential area appeared in Cong Ye's sight.

The signboard of Chunshan Hall hangs on the plaque at the door.

Cong also took out a silver dollar and handed it to the coachman.

The driver's face showed ecstasy.

One silver dollar was enough for him to pull a cart for two or three days.

Usually, only if you are lucky and attract a foreigner, you can get a silver dollar.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

The driver kept bowing.

Cong Ye looked at his beaming back and sighed without any trace.

He turned around and grabbed the iron buckle hanging on the wooden door and knocked gently.

"Who?"

There were footsteps and the shouting of a middle-aged woman from inside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden door was pushed open from the inside.

A skinny middle-aged woman blinked her eyes and immediately became embarrassed when she looked at Cong Ye:

"This... this young master... are you going the wrong way?"

"Hongwen must live here."

Cong also took a look at the decoration inside the door.

There is a loquat tree planted in the yard. The yard is divided into two floors and is quite large.

The middle-aged woman's eyes widened. She looked inside the room and asked cautiously:

"Are you here to see the Hongwen brothers?"

Cong Ye nodded: "Yes."

The middle-aged woman became embarrassed again, "Why don't you wait for a while and I'll go ask?"

Cong also smiled: "Okay."

The middle-aged woman immediately ran into the room.

After a while, it was not just the middle-aged woman who ran out of the room, but also Hongwen and Hongjing.

The two brothers had joy on their faces.

"Master Cong!"

Hongwen quickly took the box from Cong Ye's hand and led him towards the door.

Hong Jing glanced at the street and closed the door cautiously.

Hongwen introduced to the middle-aged woman:

"This is the big boss of our Chunshan Hall!"

The middle-aged woman's eyes sparkled and she looked at him in surprise:

"Oops! It turns out to be the boss!"

She stretched out her hand to shake Cong Ye's hand, but thought of something, she immediately took her hand back and rubbed it on her clothes, a little embarrassed.

"Hello, my name is Cong Ye."

Cong also took the initiative to reach out his hand.

The middle-aged woman glanced at his hand, with a bright smile on her face, and carefully held his hand: "My name is Zhang Guilan."

Hongwen finally couldn't help it anymore and continued to say to Cong Ye:

"Master, we have completed the task you gave us. The man named Song said he wants to meet with you. He seems to be some kind of finance minister!"

"After we came back from there, we were targeted!"

"This government is really cautious! The spies have surrounded Chunshan Hall in the past few days!"

Hongwen's face was full of dissatisfaction.

Cong Ye chuckled: "I guessed it."

The sudden appearance of rich people, even if they are under the banner of patriots, based on the nature of those above them, they are still worried if they do not take people seriously.

They are afraid that a second red party will appear and compete with them for power in China.

Instead of guarding against foreigners, they came to guard and defend the Chinese.

There was a hint of disgust in Cong Ye's eyes.

Can't get on the stage.

"Master, do you want to meet Mr. Song tomorrow?"

Hongjing asked him while pouring tea.

Cong also nodded: "Of course I want to see you."

He had already guessed the purpose of this meeting.

It was nothing more than testing him.

"What if they are playing dirty tricks?"

Hong Jing was a little worried.

Hongwen frowned:

"Then fight them!"

Hong Jing's mouth twitched and he looked helplessly at his elder brother.

"Will not."

Cong also turned the tea cup with a determined look in his eyes:

"I have what they need most and they won't touch me."

Seeing that Cong also said the same, Hongwen and Hongjing breathed a sigh of relief.

Hongwen thought for a while and said:

"Master, let Hongjing follow you closely tomorrow! I will take care of you outside!"

"Hong Jing's kung fu is the best among our three brothers!"

Hongwen thought of this with pride in his eyes.

Hong Jing also puffed up his chest and looked at Cong Ye.

"Row."

Cong also nodded.

He stood up, looked at the house in front of him, and asked:

"This place will be repaired in the future and used as the headquarters of Chunshan Hall in Nanjing."

Hongwen was stunned:

"Do we really want to set up base in Nanjing?"

He looked hesitant.

"The Nanjing government is not easy to get along with at all! It has been suffocating Hong Jing and me these past few days!"

"If we open Chunshan Hall in Nanjing, won't they be able to take advantage of it in the future?"

Cong also walked to the door and glanced at the sky enclosed by the wall:

“Partnerships without checks and balances are more dangerous.”

If we don't put something obvious in Nanjing, how can the people above feel at ease?