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How the Magic Stick is Made in the Modern Chapter Chapter 28 He Fanren¡¯s Smuggling Business

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    In Lanzhou, even in the Song Dynasty, the ecology was already out of balance, and the wind and sand were extremely strong.  Of course, it should be much better than in later generations.  It's just that Wen Fei has never been to Lanzhou in later generations.  For example, Wen Fei would wash his hair and take a bath almost every time he came to the mule and horse market.  His body always felt like it was covered with a layer of wind and sand, but this young man was dressed in white, wouldn't it get dirty?  Or should I take 17 or 18 pieces of clothes with me when I go out and change them at any time?  By the way, is this guy disguised as a man?  Otherwise, why would you love cleanliness so much?  It seems that this kind of bloody plot often happened in ancient times.  Wen Fei thought about the scenes in novels and TV shows, and looked at the throat and chest of the boy in white.  In the dark night, even with a flashlight in his hand, he couldn't see clearly, but it didn't seem to be a woman.  "Wu that boy, what are you looking at!" Wen Fei looked at him in such a vulgar way, but the boy in white didn't say anything yet.  But the big man next to him was annoyed: "If you collide with my young master, I will cripple your legs! Taoist priest, how do you think you came out of that ancient battlefield alive just now? If my young master didn't save you, it would have been you.  That three-legged cat's kungfu has long been swallowed up by a powerful ghost!" It turns out that I was rescued!  Wen Fei suddenly realized that he had thought that he had really gotten through with a simple forbidden method, but he didn't expect that there were other twists and turns.  Wen Fei quickly thanked the man for saving his life: "Thank you sir for saving me!" "It's okay," the young man in white said this time, his attitude seemed to be gentler.  He unexpectedly saluted lightly and said: "My lord, Wang Zhiming, you were reckless last time. Dare you ask me your name!" Wen Fei was still wearing a Taoist robe, and he followed suit, pushing the cart away nonchalantly, and said, "That's easy to say.  It¡¯s easy to say. I¡¯m Wen Fei, but there¡¯s no one with a good surname!¡± Wen Fei was so simple that the big man behind him became furious: ¡°Taoist, I should have known better that I wouldn¡¯t have saved you!¡± Wen Fei suddenly started sweating.  It's not intentional either.  It's just that modern people's simple etiquette seems too vulgar and rude in ancient times.  On the contrary, Wang Zhiming seemed to have taken a right look at Wen Fei, and actually smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. This land of Lanzhou is the border between our Song Dynasty and the Dangxiang people, and there have always been wars. More than ten years ago, my university  The soldiers of the Song Dynasty fought with Xixia here, and Master Wang was defeated and many people died in the battle. The battlefield at that time was near this mule and horse gathering. From then on, Master Chen lived in seclusion here to deal with those people.  Evil spirit! " Wen Fei suddenly realized, why did Master Chen Niwan and his disciples come to this stupid gathering of horses and animals? It turned out that there was something like this!  Wang Zhiming smiled and said: "It doesn't matter now. Even if I don't save you, nothing big will happen. This place has been cleaned up by Master Chen There is nothing harmful anymore." Wen Fei At this time  Only then did I pay attention to the young man in white, although I knew he was not very old.  After being in contact with him for a long time, I realized that Wang Zhiming was younger than I thought. He looked like thirteen or fourteen years old at most.  He curiously looked at Wen Fei's cart and asked, "So the Taoist Master is also here to go to the market? I wonder what good things he brought!" After listening to the words, Wen Fei's heart moved: "You are also here to go to the market.  ?¡± Then Wang Zhiming said: ¡°Yes, I am helping the family transport some things to sell!¡± As he spoke, there was a person dressed as a bookkeeper behind him, pulling Wang Zhiming¡¯s sleeve: ¡°Sir,  Young Master" Wang Zhiming flicked his sleeves and frowned: "Why can't you say it openly and why do you have to be so secretive?" The accounting master behind him was immediately embarrassed. He originally wanted to remind his young master not to be rude to others.  Talking nonsense everywhere.  After all, it is against the king's law to deal with Fan people privately. The Wang family has a big business, so it should be avoided to some extent.  Unexpectedly, Wang Zhiming didn't understand his painstaking efforts at all.  Wang Zhiming frowned, even though he was young.  But he was born into a wealthy family, so he naturally has a good sense of vision.  Naturally, he knew what the accountant wanted to say, but Wang Zhiming was arrogant by nature and disdained being sneaky.  What's more, he also trusted Wen Fei's character. In his eyes, Wen Fei was a man who was rich and could not be lewd, powerful and could not be surrendered.  In Wang Zhiming¡¯s opinion, the flashlight is indeed a treasure.  But that¡¯s it. I took it in my hand and played with it for a while, although I couldn¡¯t understand the principle.  But then I knew that this thing was not a treasure from heaven and earth, but a miraculous trick made by a master craftsman.  Although he didn't care much about this flashlight, he knew that someone used it, so he thought there must be a place in the world where he could buy it.  And it's definitely not worth five hundred taels of gold and silver.  "If Wen Fei knew that he had rejected Wang Zhiming, he would instead regard him as an unworldly and extraordinary person. Who knows whether he would cry or laugh?  Wen Fei naturally didn¡¯t know what was going on and asked, ¡°What do you sell?¡± ¡°Tea,?That¡¯s all!  "Wang Zhiming said lightly. "Tea and wine, just return it? Wen Fei almost coughed. He had been here many times during the Northern Song Dynasty. He already had some understanding of the Song Dynasty. In these days,  Tea and wine are all monopolized by the imperial court. Smuggling these things is much more serious than smuggling cigarettes in later generations. This is the atmosphere of big business. Wen Fei admires it more than his small business.  Wang Zhiming looked at Wen Fei's cart curiously, but said: "These things of yours are quite unique" He was embarrassed to say it was too bad, so he just used the word "peculiar".  Shaking out a piece of fabric, he frowned: "This fabric is not bad, it looks like satin, but it seems a bit thin.  It¡¯s just that the color is too vulgar" As he threw the fabric back into the car, Wen Fei wanted to ask: "Do you want to buy the flashlight I have here?  If you want, I can make it cheaper" "Sir, the convoy is coming soon.  Let¡¯s set off first, Chief Guzheng is still waiting for us!  "The accountant said carefully. "Then let's go!  "Wang Zhiming clapped his hands, nodded apologetically to Wen Fei and smiled: "Farewell!  " Then he led his subordinates on their horses and rode away. "It's strange how this guy changed his temper this time. Wen Fei was a little curious. The last time he saw Wang Zhiming looking at someone, his nostrils were pointing up to the sky, and the corners of his eyes wished they were on someone else's head.  Go up. But this time, he was so polite. Damn it, isn't there some conspiracy? Wen Fei said something bad. He certainly didn't know that he was like "wealthy and powerful".  His performance made Prince Wang, who was arrogant and arrogant, take a high look.
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