After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

There was a smile in Feng Qiwu's words. It didn't seem like he was looking for trouble. Instead, it seemed like he was looking for him to chat and learn how to make money.

But his gentle eyebrows and eyes were like a whirlpool, which made people feel scared at a glance.

He came specifically to talk about what happened at the dock. Could it be that he discovered something?

Tea was boiling in the stove on the table. The "dong dong dong" sound of the boiling tea hitting the tea lid kept echoing in Huang Haishu's mind.

He looked towards Feng Qiwu in panic, only to see him filling a cup of tea by himself. His slender fingers twisted the teacup, turning the bowl to shake the fragrance. In an instant, the tea fragrance filled the air, lingering far and wide.

Huang Haishu's thoughts turned into many twists and turns, but after all, he had been in the officialdom for many years, so even though he felt sympathetic, he remained calm. He took a deep breath and said, "Master Feng, what are you talking about? How can my small business compare to your Juxian Building?"

"Lord Feng's Juxian Building is well-known in the capital and makes a fortune every day. Those people on my dock are just small fry. How can they accommodate Lord Feng and me to seek advice? It really makes me feel embarrassed."

The tea in the cup was clear, like a pool of clear blue. Feng Qiwu took a sip and said with a faint smile, "I have already given Juxian Tower to my wife. It is because she runs it well that I can also benefit from it. Now, I rely on my wife to drink the tea. I also think that the more ways to make money, the better. Will Mr. Huang hide it?"

Huang Haishu choked when he heard this, and then he realized that there was a woman in red standing under the window of the private room.

The woman smiled sweetly, her eyes were beautiful and full of longing, white light flowed on her face, her skin was as white as cream and her complexion was as rosy as a peach. When she smiled, she was as gentle as water and full of grace. Her whole body exuded an alluring aura that was more beautiful than wild flowers. She was truly naturally charming.

Is this the lady that Feng Qiwu always mentions?

He has a very good complexion, indeed not like an ordinary person.

While Huang Haishu was looking at her, Wen Ranyan was also staring at him quietly.

When Feng Qiwu mentioned the pier, she came back to the past.

It would be impossible for Feng Zhuyue to transport the salt easily by himself. He needs to communicate and cooperate with others. This industrial chain must be complicated and intricate.

Feng Zhuyue is the leader, and the Huang Haishu in front of him must be the most important link in this chain. It is still unknown how many links there are in it, but it must be a deep ocean that others cannot imagine, just like the case of embezzlement of grain and fodder, involving many people.

But, Feng Qiwu specially invited Huang Haishu here today. Is he trying to punish him?

I’m afraid it won’t be that simple.

Wen Ranyan's eyes flickered and her smile deepened.

After a while, Huang Haishu smiled awkwardly: "Master Feng is really good at joking..."

"I'm not joking with Lord Huang." Feng Qiwu stared at him, his black eyes deep and cold, like the deep sea.

Being stared at by such an eagle-like eye, Huang Haishu's forehead immediately broke out in sweat and his heart was beating like a drum.

It was no secret in the circle that he loved to listen to opera. He usually listened to it either at home or in this opera garden. Feng Qiwu came to the opera garden specially to invite him over for a chat, as he always felt that it was not as simple as it seemed.

But given Feng Qiwu's violent and ruthless personality, if he really found out something, he would chop off his head like a god of death. Jiang Beiwang was a lesson learned from the past, and he would never talk to him for so long.

So, he really came to ask for advice on how to make money?

Huang Haishu really couldn't figure out Feng Qiwu's thoughts, so he could only say, "My business is just a small one, transporting some porcelain and other strange things. Maybe I made a little money by luck, anyway, it was just an accident. If Lord Feng wants to hear it, I'll tell you."

Feng Qiwu gently shook the cup, his eyes dim, "I'd like to hear the details."

Huang Haishu wiped the sweat from his forehead without making a sound and spoke slowly.

For a while, the two of them talked happily and the scene was very harmonious.

There was wind blowing in from outside the screen window, blowing a small pot of flowers on the windowsill, and suddenly the air was filled with fragrance.

Wen Ranyan cast her gaze on the two of them; her eyes were clear and bright, as if she could see through everything.

It seems that Feng Qiwu is not here to call for punishment or take anyone's life.

Instead, he wanted to use this as an excuse to push Feng Zhuyue into desperate situations.

Lord Chu had already found out some things overnight, so Feng Zhuyue must have been alert. But at this time, an important person who had cooperated with him met secretly with Feng Qiwu in the Pear Garden, and they had a very pleasant conversation, which lasted for several hours.

What would Feng Zhuyue think at this time?

He was already in a disadvantageous position, and was frightened by the Taoist's corpse. Now, the salt trafficking business was about to be exposed to the public, and he was frightened and impatient.

The more anxious you are, the more mistakes you will make, and the more mistakes you make, the more likely you are to hand over evidence.

Perhaps, he will even fall out with Huang Haishu and engage in a dog-eat-dog situation.

Feng Qiwu's move was extremely vicious, killing people without them even noticing.

The singing from the audience became more and more melodious, but Wen Ranyan turned a deaf ear to it and just happily ate a piece of sugar cake. Her eyes were still on Feng Qiwu, and her smile became deeper and more brilliant.

Feng Qiwu seemed to notice something, glanced at him, then looked away with interest and continued to discuss ways to make money with Huang Haishu.

It was not until half an hour later that Huang Haishu left the private room.

When he left, his face was filled with joy and he looked completely relaxed, as if he had received some great benefit from Feng Qiwu.

Feng Qiwu looked at his leaving back, her eyes were unfathomable and there seemed to be a hint of mocking sneer in them.

"We've been negotiating with Lord Huang for so long, but have you come up with any way to make money?" Wen Ranyan, holding a candy cake in her mouth, walked to Feng Qiwu with swaying steps.

Her bare hands brushed across his shoulders lightly like a willow tree, her long sleeves smelled fragrant and seductive, leaving a bright fire on his shoulders that was hard to extinguish.

Feng Qiwu stared at her slender white fingers, breathing heavily, and said in a hoarse voice: "But they are just some empty words, Madam's Juxian Building is still the best."

Wen Ranyan swallowed the cake, leaned softly on his shoulder, and said with a charming voice: "I believe that soon, the news that Mr. Huang and you had a good chat will reach Feng Zhuyue's ears. He was already tense, but after being pricked by you like this, his string will be broken. By then, he will be extremely anxious and I don't know what stupid things he will do."

"You asked Lord Chu to investigate, but you fanned the flames behind the scenes. This is really evil to the extreme."

As she spoke, she brushed her hands across his handsome face, creating a series of lingering ripples.

Feng Qiwu darkened his eyes, grabbed her little hand, and said, "Don't you think it's fun to stir up trouble behind your back? You've done this before."

Feng Qiwu smiled playfully and with a little force, he clamped her on his legs and held her tightly in his arms.

He leaned over her and whispered tenderly in her ear, his hoarse voice full of lingering affection.

"We are the same, equally bad, but we are a perfect match."