big master, big liar

"So there is no relationship between these officials who have their heads shaved?"

Song Xuan frowned and flipped through the two pages of the document, a faint inquiry appeared on his face.

"It's not a certain party affiliation, nor is it from the same hometown. The official positions vary, and some have just returned from foreign affairs—" Fang Qiutang couldn't help frowning. "There are still a few who are not even officials, but are honored children."

He simply pushed the document, and kept yelling: "No more investigations, no more investigations, I'm a businessman, and I don't care about the flow of hundreds of thousands of silver an hour, and I'm here to accompany you to catch up."

Seeing that he was on strike, Song Xuan was not angry: "Don't investigate anymore?"

"No more investigations." Fang Qiutang was full of momentum.

"I don't care if Ji Nitrate blocks your door again."

Song Xuan's threat was very effective, Fang Qiutang turned around and put on that fox-like smiling face, pinching his shoulders and beating his legs beside him flatteringly: "Master Song, good brother, what I'm joking about is just to check the past, someone from our side It is imperative."

Song Xuan glanced at him with a smile, but suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "You might as well show me what relationship these people have with Jing Zhaoyin."

Fang Qiutang stopped squeezing his shoulders for him: "This is a bit difficult. It's a case that happened a long time ago, and it has nothing to do with Jing Zhaoyin on the surface. Check the details one by one, then it's not What can be recorded on these torn papers—"

Song Xuan frowned slightly when he heard the words.

"Furthermore, what does this have to do with Jing Zhao Yineng?" Fang Qiutang said lazily. "I borrowed a hundred courage from Wen Chaoci, but he didn't dare to hide anything."

"I don't know, I'm just a little concerned." Song Xuan said, but couldn't help it. "Is there anyone in this city to inquire about the news?"

Fang Qiutang glanced at him strangely: "Yes, yes, but you are now a dignified national teacher..."

Song Xuan chuckled: "So what? No one on the left or right recognizes me."

He, Song Xuantu, was born and raised all these years, and all his skills were obtained from the market. He had no reason to become a national teacher, but he forgot about these skills.

"Go ahead and check, I'll go find out."

People in the eight sects also sell news for a living. They belong to the same Jin sect as Song Xuan, commonly known as "Bao inquiring".

Inquiring about some places is nothing more than knowing where to eat and where to have fun.And some inquires, with hands and eyes open to the sky, and they are miraculous.

Sheng Jing's bag inquired, it was obviously the latter.

That Bao asked to set up a stall beside the White Hutong in Shengjing. On the surface, he was a letter writer, but in fact he was a strange person.

Song Xuan asked the location, put on a sackcloth, carried two liang of rice wine, and wandered past.

That Bao inquired was an elegant literati in his thirties, when he saw Song Xuan, he raised his head slightly: "Sir, do you want to write a letter from home?"

Song Xuan put the rice wine on the table, and sat aside unceremoniously: "Write."

"To whom?"

"Write to my brother." Song Xuan said slowly. "Ask him how many lotus flowers there are in the pond, and how many begonias bloom on the mountain."

There was a flash of light in Bao's inquiring eyes, and he raised his head slightly: "So he is a sensible person."

"You're welcome." Song Xuan smiled. "Someone came from Sifang City, but I haven't called on him yet, so I'm impolite."

As he spoke, he pushed the jar of rice wine forward again.

Bao Tianting took the rice wine and found that the weight was not as heavy as usual, so his smile became more amiable: "Sir, what can I do for you?"

Song Xuan lowered his voice: "Nothing, I just want to ask this Shengjing ghost about shaving his head."

Bao Inquired's smile froze for three points: "Why do you ask this matter?"

Song Xuan shook the whisk in his hand, with a smile on his face: "Isn't this a colleague? I want to ask which senior is here to set up a game, so that I can go to pay my respects to the top of the mountain."

The expression on Bao Wenting's face relaxed a little: "Sir, this is not a trick of the seniors, it's our Shengjing..."

He compared his thumbs and lowered his voice more and more: "Good job."

Song Xuan's eyes showed surprise: "It's no wonder that it has been so long since no one has collected the net. It's just that we are members of the eight sects and don't easily provoke the officials. Why did this Sheng Jing..."

Bao inquired with a chuckle: "That's not something I can talk about, sir, I also want to hang out in Shengjing."

Song Xuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Please trouble brother."

As he said that, he got up, but he didn't knock down the flag that was inquiring about it.

That Bao inquired hurriedly reached out to help, Song Xuan also reached out to help, but it fell on Bao inquired.

Song Xuan was silent for a moment, his eyes sank, but he had to let go: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay," Bao Inquired waved his hands, and straightened the banner, the four big characters "write a letter from home" on it were extremely correct.

Song Xuan walked slowly out of the alley step by step, still digesting the memories he had just acquired.

The number one underground boss in Shengjing...

Suddenly, a gust of wind hit the back of his head, he dodged in a hurry, and sure enough he dodged an approaching wooden stick.

Before he could speak, the back of his head hurt, his eyes went dark, and he passed out.

The question that has no time to ponder in the future is also broken.

When he woke up, there was only darkness in front of him.

He heard the inquiring voice: "I didn't say much, he won't know anything, so why bother..."

Another younger male voice said: "It's not what I mean, it's what the leader means."

"The leader said that if someone like him comes to the White Alley, he should be detained first, and then find someone to ventilate him." The male voice was confident.

Bao Wenwen was silent for a moment: "You guys are too rough..."

"Uncle Bao, there's nothing we can do about it. The superiors are now strictly investigating, and we are also in danger. The leader hasn't slept well for several days, and his hair is about to fall out—"

Song Xuan remained motionless, pretending that he was still awake, and eavesdropped on the conversation between the two.

He could clearly feel that the back of his head was still aching, his hands and feet were tied up with ropes, and his eyes should have been covered with a cloth, most likely put in a sack.

He didn't panic too much. Over the years, he has often greeted shady businesses. Such things are commonplace. The other party tied him up, not to kill him.

Knowing that the other party has plans, Song Xuan has no fear in his heart.

Suddenly, I heard a noisy voice beside my ear, the young male voice and several other distant voices faintly said: "The leader is here." "The leader is here."

It's finally here.

Song Xuan thought.