Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. With only one branch, Fushoumen has three floors.

Food retail on the first floor, including pastries, desserts, rice and noodle staples, traditional Chinese restaurants on the second floor, and Western restaurants on the third floor.

As soon as he saw Qu Yang coming in, the shopkeeper immediately came up to him with a smile on his face: "The young master is here?"

"Amber," Qu Yang nodded in greeting, his eyes wandered to the counter not far away, "I'm here to take a look."

Amber understood: "I'll show you the account book in a while, it's just..."

"what happened?"

Amber had a bitter face, and was a little embarrassed: "You also know that Jinlingchun opened a branch on the street recently, and there is a newly opened Jiale restaurant next to us. There is an upward momentum, business is difficult, I am afraid that the accounts will not look good."

Qu Yang looked away from the counter and landed on him.

The shopkeeper of the Fushoumen branch has a lot of power. He is in charge of the income and expenditure of the books on the three floors. He is a distant relative of Edward Lam.Amber is forty years old, with a fat body in a suit, and his face is greasy when he looks back.

He lowered his head humbly, but his back was slightly loose and straight, he kept complaining, his feet didn't move at all, and he didn't even have the slightest intention to go to get the account book.

Qu Yang smiled and patted the back of Amber's hand: "Just looking at the first floor, the flow of people is indeed much less than usual, it's really hard for Amber."

"Hey, what did the young master say, I'm ashamed."

It's true that the flow of people is less and the branch is getting worse and worse. An Dezheng's ingredients are getting worse and worse, and he embraces all the benefits in his arms, living a very nourishing life.

This branch has long been riddled with holes. It used to make a lot of money, but now it is barely making ends meet.

Ander knew how to be a man, he talked nonsense when he saw people, and he flattered Lin Yi so much that he couldn't find his way. When it came to Jiang Yuhuai, who was not valued by Lin Yi very much, he managed to save face.

Qu Yang showed a very affectionate expression, and motioned Liu Liu to push the wheelchair forward: "It's not a solution to give Amber a headache all the time. I came today to help Amber share her worries. I remember that the ledger seems to be placed here."

Ander's face froze.

The wheelchair went behind the counter, and the accountant standing there was a little at a loss.

After a long time, Mao Liu said: "Come out, what are you doing?"

The accountant kept looking at An Dezheng, who broke the stiff atmosphere with a smile: "This is a new accountant, and his mind is not very bright. If you want the account book, I will bring it to you."

As he said that, Ander was about to walk behind the counter when he was stopped by a hand.

"Don't bother Amber." Qu Yang said indifferently, and waited for Liu Mao to find out the accountant before he pushed the wheelchair forward.

Tobacco and alcohol are placed at the back, and the account book is placed on the counter. The previous account books are placed in the grid under the counter. Qu Yang reaches in and finds a wooden box containing the account books. A paper package leaning against a wooden box.

"Master..." Ander was sweating coldly, and he stared at the wooden accountant. If he hadn't seen him being honest and manipulative, and he didn't dare to reveal the secret, he would have changed people a long time ago.

Qu Yang held two things, and looked at An Dezheng with a half-smile.

Ten minutes later, the two went to the tea shop and found a box with good sound insulation.

After the two pots of tea came to the table, Liu Mao closed the door, Qu Yang looked at the person sitting on pins and needles opposite him, pinched the paper bag with his fingers, put it on the table, and slowly peeled it off.

This is……

Sixth Mao stared wide-eyed, how dare he!

Inspired by the painful historical lessons of the past, Huaguo has promulgated the "Smoking Ban" since its inception, and there have been frequent anti-smoking campaigns in recent years.Cultivating poppies privately and buying and selling opium are both capital offenses.

"When did it start?" Qu Yang covered it with paper and wrapped it up again.

An De was kneeling down with a "plop", crying with snot and tears, he took a few steps on his knees and wanted to grab Qu Yang's trouser legs, but he was in vain.

"Master, a group of bandits from the southwest forced me to do this, otherwise my family, my wife and children will not escape death!"

It is true that he is greedy for money, but it is not to the point of dying.

Qu Yang asked again, looking directly into An Dezheng's eyes: "When did it start?"

"No, I'm afraid of this kind of head loss! The one in the paper bag was delivered for the first time today," An Dezheng wiped his face, "They have taken a fancy to the second and third floors of Fushoumen, and they have been there since last month. You've been threatening me, I really can't take it anymore! I can only pretend to agree, and use my private treasury to top it up for a while."

Thinking that in the original plot, this person did sneak away with his family and did not dare to get involved in this matter, Qu Yang observed his expression carefully, and said after a long while: "Liu Mao helped him up."

There are indeed poppies planted in the southwest. Now that the anti-smoking movement is popular and the price of underground opium is rising steadily, those bandits want to use the Fushoumen branch as a den for selling at high prices.

An De was being pushed across from Liu Liu, with a panicked look on his face, he was really afraid that Qu Yang would report him if he turned around.

Qu Yang seemed to have read his mind, took a sip of tea and said, "If Amber trusts me, leave this matter to me, and make sure those bandits won't come to disturb your life and your family's life again."

Ander was wiping the paper here and there, and when he heard this, his ashen eyes shone with light, and then his gaze swept across Qu Yang's legs vaguely, thinking that Lin Yi didn't value the young master in front of him, That point of brilliance was annihilated at an even faster speed.

Qu Yang also didn't think that An Dezheng would believe him if he just said a few words with empty teeth.

"I think Amber knows better than me what the consequences of seeking skin from a tiger are. I will help you deal with those people in two days. I just want you to help me with one thing."

An De was nodding his head, he didn't know what kind of mentality it was, because Qu Yang put forward the conditions, but he felt more at ease.

"You said."

……

Sixth Mao pushed Qu Yang out of the teahouse with a dazed expression on his face.

"Go home, Shanshan should be back by this time."

Sixth Mao responded, and the deal that the two of them reached in the tea shop was still echoing in his mind.

"Arrange a few people who eat Fushoumen's signature dishes to sue Lam Yi for an accident, and ruin the reputation of Fushoumen."

"When Amber gets rid of the branch with a lot of bad debts, I have other arrangements."

"These days, you drag those villains first. You have gained a lot of benefits in Fushoumen these years. If it doesn't work, don't feel bad. Spend money to deal with it. I promised you to deal with those people within two days, and I will naturally do it. "

Qu Yang held An Dezheng's secret in his hands, even if he sent someone to guard the branch, he could still grasp the handle of his dealings with the southwestern bandits, and he was not afraid that he would leak the news to Yi Lin.

On the other hand, An Dezheng, even if he went to sue Lin Yi now, the latter would not believe him without conclusive evidence. If he caught Lin Yi's attention, it would be a bad thing to thoroughly check the branch's account books.

Not far from home, Qu Yang didn't want to take a rickshaw there, so Mao Liu pushed people all the way home, he did this skillfully, and it didn't feel tiring.

Qu Yang closed his eyes and lay back slightly: "Mao Liu, you know that I trust you the most."

Liu Mao's expression froze: "I was adopted by my wife back then, and my life belongs to the young master."

Qu Yang didn't open his eyes amidst the people coming and going, and seemed to bring up a topic at random: "A few days ago, there were rumors that my father had a son outside, who was no more than two years younger than me."

Mao Liu slapped his hands and was shocked. Lin Yi, the son-in-law who stepped in the door, has always maintained the image of a good man. After his wife died, he has never married. He didn't expect that he would not change his bad nature back then.

"The family property belongs to my grandfather's family back then. I can't watch it fall into the hands of an ambitious outsider. He refused to delegate power, so I had no choice but to take it back myself."

"Besides, people are unpredictable. I want to see if his illegitimate son will recognize him if the Lin family goes down."

"I'm also doing it for his own good."

After entering the Lin Mansion, Jiang Shan had already returned. She was sitting in the living room a little uneasy. When she saw Qu Yang, she immediately stood up and wanted to go up to her.

"Brother, I'm dizzy today, and I accidentally went astray on the street, which made you worry."

She was wearing a pearl white jacket and skirt, her face was delicately made up, it was obviously "premeditated", she was talking nonsense, and she kept clenching her hands at the hem of the skirt.

Jiang Shan originally wanted to go to the movies with her brother after dinner, and then went to see Lin Maoyuan, but she didn't expect that the other party had something to do, so the date had to be advanced, so she dragged her and ran away, and she didn't even have time to inform her brother.

Living in Hucheng since childhood, he knew how to walk with his eyes closed. Qu Yang looked at her with concern, as if he didn't notice it: "Is the dizziness better now?"

Jiang Shan touched her forehead with her hand, and said embarrassedly: "It's better."

Qu Yang smiled at her with loving eyes: "That's good. I met Professor Li on the way. He asked me to pay more attention to your homework. How is your memorization? Where is your homework?"

"what……"

"Didn't you say you're going to publish a collection of modern poems? It's so easy to take a few days off and finish the collection of poems when the homework is finished."

"Brother, I..."

"Don't worry, my brother will pay for the publishing fee for you. You can just write it. Don't worry about other people's harsh words or criticisms. If you are really worried, I will check it out for you after you finish writing it."

"..."

Mao Liu and 0641 kept holding back their laughter, holding back their laughter and trembling at the same frequency.

Jiang Shan was wilting like an eggplant beaten by frost. On the way back, she thought to herself that the joy of falling in love is not at all as good as the bliss of not having to do homework. When will she get rid of homework!

Qu Yang looked at Jiang Shan's back as she walked away. Jiang Shan would not go out to meet Lin Maoyuan until the homework and poetry collection were finished. He had more time to plan.

Five days is enough.

After motioning to Sixth Mao to push him back to the bedroom, Qu Yang sat down at the desk and spread out the letter paper. After absorbing the ink with the pen, he began to make a list.

He has a leg problem, and some things are not convenient for him to do.

After finishing writing the letter, Qu Yang put it in an envelope and handed it to Sixth Mao: "Send this letter somewhere."

A department in Lake City.

"What are you eating each one of them? The last batch of dealers from the Southwest were not caught. Those dead things found the fat in Hucheng, and they smelled like dogs and came here again!"

"Indulge these rats in the stinking ditch to search for people's fat and people's ointment, your faces are very bright?"

"The higher ups are already very dissatisfied with us, and these two groups of people must be cleaned up within a week."

The men in the conference room spoke sternly, and the voice was so loud that it shook the door panel.

In fact, he also knew that since it was a pest rat in the ditch, it was naturally slippery like a loach, very cunning, and it was not so easy to find, but he was still very angry.

Looking at the trembling door panel, the assistant emboldened himself, pushed the door open and went in: "Report, I received a letter listing the second batch of people from the Southwest!"

The author has something to say: Overhead, the historical trajectory, national conditions, policies, and prices are all different from the past history in reality.