big master, big liar

Song Xuan didn't do much business for Fang Qiutang.

Without him, he made a living by fortune-telling in the city back then, under the guise of being able to understand ghosts and gods.It is understandable to be eccentric and withdrawn, but if you are a merchant every day and deal with yellow and white things, it is suspicious.

So no one would have thought that there would be such a great god sitting on Fang Qiutang's silver cart.

It is said that Fang Qiutang's business was done by the same big client, a businessman from Shengjing, with a big backer behind him, even more generous in Huaxialou, with a batch of top-notch silks and satins in his hand, and many merchants stared at him.

If it weren't for Xiangrong's introduction, Fang Qiutang might not have been able to get the goods from this boss.

Song Xuan didn't want to mess up his friend's hard-earned life, so he put on the clothes of an ordinary businessman, and only regarded himself as Fang Qiutang's deputy, dealing with the boss from the capital with a smile on his face.

The accompanying fabric master looked at the silk and satin in the box one by one, and gave Song Xuan a wink, indicating that there was nothing wrong with it.

Song Xuanxin relaxed a little, cupped his hands and said, "Boss Fang can't come in person today, so I'll ask you to apologize."

"We don't pay attention to this when we do business. When the goods arrive, it means that the reputation has arrived. What does it matter if people come or not?" The boss inspected the silver and laughed.

Song Xuan nodded, and as soon as he raised his hand, he wanted the guys to carry the satin box away, but the boss smiled and waved his hands again and again: "The box is strangely heavy, so don't bother you. Please go in and have a cup of tea, and we will go in and have a cup of tea later." Lift it up for you."

Song Xuan heard the words but gave a gesture to the two escorts carrying the boxes, ordering them to stay where they were, with the same smile on their faces: "I dare not bother you, it's not convenient to open and close the boxes."

Although he has never done business before, he knows that the goods cannot leave the body at this time.

"Just say you people in Sifang City are smart," the boss patted Song Xuan on the shoulder and laughed. "I don't mean anything else, I just want to make friends, why, look down on me?"

"I know you are cautious. Put the silver here, and the silk and satin here, so you won't run away. I'll load the car later, and I'll unpack it for you and inspect it myself, okay?"

Since it's for this sake, Song Xuan couldn't refuse.

Although he was suspicious of the medicine sold in the boss's gourd, he had no choice but to follow the boss into the main hall, drink a few sips of tea, and follow the boss to say something.

At this time, I heard the woman's cries and scolding from the backyard, and then a servant came up and said something to the boss in a hurry, and the boss immediately showed an embarrassing expression on his face, and rubbed his hands Rubbing his hands together, he said to Song Xuan, "I'm really rude, I have something urgent here."

Song Xuan got up and wanted to say goodbye: "In that case, I'll wait..."

"No, you sit down." The boss pushed Song Xuan back on the chair. "To tell you the truth, I still have some things I want to ask Boss Fang to do. Just wait for me for a while, I will come later."

After speaking, regardless of whether Song Xuan agreed or not, he rushed to the backyard in a hurry.

With these words, even if Song Xuan became suspicious again, it was not good to just pat his ass and leave like this.

He had to drink another cup of tea.

The cloth master who accompanied him also seemed to sense the strangeness, and leaned forward and whispered: "Mr. Song, this matter...is not quite right."

The old god Song Xuan is here: "Let's just watch, our silver box is watched, nothing serious will happen."

Although Song Xuan didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in this man's gourd, he was clear about one thing.

The world is bustling, all come for the benefit, and the world is bustling, all go for the benefit.

However, most of the scams are for money. Before they deliver the goods, they will keep the cash box firmly, and they will never lose anything.

It was Song Xuan's arbitrary thinking that made him miscalculate.

Song Xuan has always been alone in the rivers and lakes, and has always adhered to the "three non-stick" rules.

Don't get involved in party struggle for power, don't get involved in alchemy, and don't get involved in seeking wealth and killing one's life.

So even though he was used to wandering among high-ranking officials and tyrants, he had never been involved in any power struggles, and he couldn't think of the key points of thousands of twists and turns.

Sometimes a scam is not necessarily for gold, silver and jewelry, it is more likely to be just a lead, bringing the most desired results for the people behind the scenes.

This is the truth that Song Xuan only understood after this incident.

At this time, Song Xuan was only guarding the two boxes of silver coins, drinking tea leisurely.

At this moment, the sound of weapons clashing could be heard outside the door, and the buzzing of metal was extremely ear-piercing.

Immediately afterwards, a group of arresters rushed in, all fierce and fierce, and surrounded Song Xuan and several cloth masters when they came up.

The leader of the arrester flashed his cards and shouted: "There are people here who are buying and selling illegal salt with the intention of treason. We have ordered from our superiors to come here to arrest them. Now that they have been stolen, why don't you just catch them? "

This series of lines can be said to be recited with a correct accent and full of emotion, which made Song Xuan couldn't help looking at the catcher.

It's just that what was captured was indeed the key word: "Buying and selling illegal salt? Intending to rebel?"

The combination of these two crimes is a serious crime that will implicate the nine clans.

The catcher was very confident in what he said, and when he saw someone who dared to question him, he was about to scold back, but suddenly saw the person who spoke: "Mr. Song?"

It's not that Song Xuan's hands and eyes are in the sky, it's just that the collusion between officials and bandits in Sifang City is a common practice, especially the small officials who are not valued like the police.

Song Xuan also knew this catcher, his surname was Zhao, and he was always tactful: "Long time no see, catcher Zhao gave me a very big gift."

Zhao Kuai only knew that he was here to catch Fang Qiutang, but he didn't expect to bump into Song Xuan: "This... why is Mr. Song here?"

Normally, he would never dare to offend Song Xuan, but this time it was different, the superior had issued a death order.For a moment, he also hesitated.

"I came here to deliver the goods for Qiutang, but I don't know how this serious cloth business has turned into a private sale of salt."

Hearing this question from him, Detective Zhao quickly gained some confidence, he signaled the left and right to approach Song Xuan quickly, and half-coerced him to go out the door: "Sir, you can see for yourself."

Song Xuan went out to take a closer look, and someone opened several boxes at the door, except the two boxes he brought were filled with taels of silver, the remaining boxes were actually full of white salt.

The people who came with him were also dumbfounded, they had seen it first, the fabrics inside were all high-quality fabrics, why did they all turn into salt in just a quarter of an hour?

"More than [-] boxes were found in the warehouse at the back, which shows that this is a den of salt dealers." Zhao said quickly. "Mr. Song, it's not that I can't wait to give you face, it's really intolerable under the laws of the country—"

Song Xuan stared at the snow-white salt, and tightened his lips: "Since it is said to be buying and selling private salt, what about the salt dealer?"

"They have already escaped," Zhao Zhao quickly became more confident, as if at this moment, he suddenly realized that Mr. Song, who has been passed down in Sifang City, is just a grassroots man, how can he compete with the government? ? "As for the current hiding place, we should ask you."

"Mr. Song, you can tell your boss when you are in the prison. If you explain well, maybe the boss can spare your life—" Zhao said quickly.