[Comprehensive] The man who sells with rope

The solar calendar September 1980, 9-the weather is cloudy-mood, tired and don't love the boss, agreed to be each other's angels.

Boss, what about the caring little cotton padded jacket you agreed upon.

Boss, what about love?

Boss, it's wrong to sell teammates, don't you think so?

Even if your ability to [delete] make money [delete] is not as good as mine, you can't use this method to cut off our money. If you don't create these two people, will the local tyrants come to our place to buy things in the future?

I feel so sad, so sad that I can suffocate...

The sailors climbed on deck and told the guests on deck that they could pack their bags and they would be there soon.

Shen Jingbing looked at the land that was already clearly visible, and at the mouth of the river they were about to enter, and yawned with her face propped up.

After approaching the pier, the heavy iron anchor fell into the water, splashed high, and landed on the pier and the wall of the ship.

The seabirds that had been flying along with the big ship were frightened away by the loud voices, flapped their wings and stopped beside the fisherman who was unloading today's harvest from today's hard work on the pier, tilted his head to look at the dark skin and the muscular arms The fisherman swarmed up when the fisherman laughed and threw two small fish at them.

After the boarding ladder was set up, Shen Jingbing pulled down Nagini, who was entangled on the railing and basking in the sun leisurely, stuffed it back into the dragon skin bag, and got off the boat easily by himself.

"Hey, Mr. Xiao." A tall man with a thick beard came over, dressed casually, he greeted Shen Jingbing warmly, and asked: "Where do you want to go, I can drive you there."

Shen Jingbing was stunned for a moment, and smiled cautiously at the enthusiastic uncle who suddenly came over, and shook her head to express that she didn't need a driver.

"Did you come back from England?" The driver seemed a little unwilling, and rubbed his hands, "You know, the other cars have been robbed by those rich people, I can give you a little bit of money..."

"I really don't need it, sir." Shen Jingbing paused, "I would rather have a tour guide than a driver—the kind that can go anywhere."

Lancelot ignored him now. In order to avoid falling into a certain valley or hidden place again like in Yitian, he had to resort to external forces until the detector finished processing the information before continuing to act.

Like a local guide.

The man was taken aback, "Are you here to travel?"

"Yes, sir."

"You have no luggage." The man looked around, "There is no parent to accompany you..."

"I'm 20 and almost 21, sir." Shen Jingbing rolled her eyes and walked past the man.

The man caught up in a few steps, "I can be a tour guide, Mr. Xiao."

"...Aren't you the driver?"

"Actually... I am a camping enthusiast, but I have no money, so I came out..." The man shrugged, "Although my eloquence is not very good, I am definitely very familiar with the entire island of Ireland."

Shen Jingbing expressed her doubts about having such good luck: "Really?"

"Of course." The man regained his enthusiasm again, he patted Shen Jingbing on the back, "Trust me! And I have a car, you know, it's very convenient!"

"I want to go to many places without people, can you lead the way?" Following his strength, he walked towards the parking lot outside the pier.

"Of course!" The man was even happier, "Let's go back to my house and bring the camping equipment!"

"How much do you need, sir?" Shen Jing asked cautiously, "I don't think I have enough money."

"Don't worry, you don't need to pay a lot for camping - the fuel, food and utensils are the most expensive, we only need to consider the fuel and food." The man rubbed his hands excitedly, "By the way, I It's Duke Weasley, just call me Duke."

"Weasley?" Shen Jingbing was taken aback for a moment, then pinched Nagini hard in the snakeskin bag, "Then do you know Ron Weasley?"

"Oh, that's my little nephew who was born this year!" The man paused and scratched his nose, "Are you a wizard?"

"My name is Tom—they usually call me a Squib." Shen Jingbing shook her head, took a few steps forward, and said, "Now I trust you, Mr. Duke, let's go."

"Oh, I also have magic power." The man took a few strides and walked forward to lead the way, while talking with regret, "But because of a small accident, I can no longer use magic."

"That's a pity, Mr. Duke."

Shen Jingbing saw an old-looking car parked on the side of the road, and then watched Weasley open the door and start the car.

The car made an unpleasant creaking sound, and a jet of black smoke spewed out from the rear. People couldn't help but suspect that the car would fall apart amidst the creaking sound in the next second.

"Come in, don't look at this old man's age, but he is in good health!" Mr. Weasley stretched out half of his body, and slammed his car door hard, making a bang.

Shen Jingbing hurried in to prevent the poor, historic car from being smashed to pieces because of the strong Mr. Weasley's excessive force.

"Shall I go to your house first?" Shen Jingbing asked.

"Yes, it's not far from here." Mr. Weasley paused, his face became a little rosy, and he coughed lightly, "The houses in the city center are too expensive, so I have to live in the suburbs."

Shen Jingbing was not interested in where Mr. Weasley lived and whether the house was nice or not.

He was probably able to guess that the Weasley family was poor in the same vein, and it wasn't much of a surprise.

He didn't mind giving this poor Mr. Weasley a decent fortune as long as he could travel all over Ireland and see some nice sights.

In fact Mr. Weasley's residence looks good, and Britain's national welfare is still very good.

In particular, this Mr. Weasley has no children or wife, and the money he earns from work only needs to provide food and lodging for himself.

Sitting in the car, Shen Jingbing took a look at the small two-story duplex building in the suburbs, took out the communicator and data scanner from the ring, entered the key data that Lockhart had given him before, and then marked the required The withdrawn amount was sent back to the store.

But at the moment in the store, Qi Yu was facing two very expensive customers.

Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy.

Even though it had been more than two months since the Dark Lord was defeated, the Order of the Phoenix, which had won the battle, and the Ministry of Magic, which took the opportunity to jump out, still pursued the former Dark Lord's subordinates.

They wanted to find everyone who had served the Dark Lord and put them in Azkaban, guarded by dementors.

Both Snape and Malfoy are highly valued subordinates of the Dark Lord, and their security is precarious now.

This time they didn't hide their appearance, but showed it generously.

Snape's complexion looked very bad, his face was pale, his lips were tightly pressed, his sunken eyes made his nose that was already too high appear bigger, and those dark eyes spread to The dead gray color made him look a little weird and terrifying at first glance.

Malfoy is relatively better, but he can easily notice his fatigue, his beautiful blond hair has lost its luster, and there is a light blue and black under his eyes.

Qi Yu told Ello to make two cups of coffee with some soothing potions, and at the same time thoughtfully ordered some soothing spices.

He doesn't want to communicate with nervous people.

"Welcome, gentlemen, sit down." Qi Yu brought over the coffee, and moved two stools beside him, "You seem to be in trouble."

"Yes." Malfoy nodded slightly, took a deep breath and lowered his head to take a sip of tea and coffee. Under the action of the two, he seemed to relax a lot. He praised the cup of coffee, sighed, and continued: " There's a big problem."

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" Qi Yu has met many people who have difficulties asking him for help-of course, this is not the point. The point is that these two people who came to ask for help are obviously not short of money.

"Of course, sir, thanks..."

"That's enough Malfoy, stop your never-ending, meaningless greetings." Snape interrupted Malfoy impatiently, and directly lifted up his sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark on his left arm, and then Looking at Qi Yu, "We need something that can cover this, so that it won't be detected by any detection means—and, Malfoy needs a false image that his mind has been tampered with."

Qi Yu stretched out his hand to touch the mark lightly, and clicked his tongue softly, "It should be very painful, when this mark was implanted."

Neither of them spoke.

"I can do it, but cover this, do you want to cover him forever or...just temporarily?" Qi Yu asked.

"Temporarily." Snape answered him without thinking.

Qi Yu shrugged and knocked on the table, "Airlo?"

Elro, who was already prepared, responded, and added by the way: "Shen Jingbing just sent the data of a piece of key, which says [-]. I think we can get a lot of money again, boss."

Except for Shen Jingbing's shortcoming of often slandering the map bomb AI and mocking Elro, Elro is still quite satisfied with Shen Jingbing.

Qi Yu nodded to show that he knew, leading the two into a room.

Ello controlled the instrument and stretched out from the wall, wrapping around Snape's left arm who was sitting down.

The potion master glanced at the cold instrument that was completely attached to his arm, and then closed his eyes indifferently.

"Ma...Mr. Erfu?" Qi Yu asked.

"I'm."

"May I ask to what extent do you hope?" Qi Yu asked, "I don't know what your companion is referring to?"

"It's fine to be in a trance, the stupid peacock is going to court tomorrow," the Potions Master put in.

Malfoy held out his hand to him.

Qi Yu smiled and didn't say much. He handed Malfoy the mental disorder potion in his hand and told him that the potion would take effect in half an hour. As long as no one found the real residue, it would not be detected. Watch and eat by yourself.

After the affairs of the two of them were settled, he received a tip of [-] Galleons plus [-] Galleons.

"By the way, Mr. Snape." Qi Yu called to stop Snape, "Do you know Voldemort?"

Snape and Malfoy paused in unison, and turned their heads to look at Qi Yu, a little nervous.

Seeing their reactions, Qi Yu affirmed his thoughts: "Do you know each other?"

"Yes." Snape nodded.

"It's good to know you." Qi Yu nodded, "My clerk, Shen, picked him up at night two months ago. He seems to know you. Shen borrowed your name to get the commission to escort him out of the UK."

Malfoy in disbelief: "..."

Snape, feeling deeply toothache: "..."