The big bandit in the Red Mansion robbed Lin Daiyu at the beginning

Seeing this scene, everyone stopped.

In the leading luxurious carriage, Wan Xing, with a worried look on his face, noticed the team had stopped and asked,

"What happened? Why did the carriage stop moving forward?"

A servant outside the carriage answered,

"Fat, fat, fat..."

Wanxing rolled his eyes helplessly.

"What are you talking about? Straighten your tongue before you speak!"

The servant had already said the following words,

"Fat Master, here we are, here we are!"

Wan Xing was startled when he heard this, and quickly opened the car curtain and leaned out to look.

I saw dozens of men in green clothes, all holding sharp blades blocking the alley.

The murderous lineup was so terrifying that even a businessman like Wan Xing, who had never been on a battlefield, felt a chill in his heart.

He hurriedly gave instructions to the people outside the car.

"Quick! Tell everyone in the back to stop!"

"There are real bandits from Qingfeng Village ahead!"

As he spoke, he jumped out of the carriage and tidied his clothes.

When a dozen or so salt merchants, all dressed in gorgeous clothes, came forward,

Then he led a large group of servants, encouraging each other to be brave, and headed towards the alley entrance.

When they were still thirty steps away, a Wulongtang man shouted,

"Stop! What are you doing?"

"Put down your weapons and surrender without killing!"

With a cold shout, many servants and maids who were already trembling with fear dropped the sticks in their hands.

Wan Xing's heart tightened, and he subconsciously turned around and ran away.

But he was immediately held tightly by the salt merchants behind him, preventing him from turning around.

Wan Xing cursed the group of villains in his heart.

Qingfengzhai's fear of the salt merchants in Yangzhou is beyond words.

Although they each found out the location and brought almost all the servants in the mansion,

But facing the Qingfeng Village troops, who numbered less than a few dozen people,

He knew without even thinking,

They have absolutely no room for resistance.

Wan Xing, who was being supported forward by a group of colleagues behind him, tried his best to support himself on the ground with his feet, but was still pushed forward by the salt merchants behind him.

He was so angry that he cursed in his heart and went back to fire the president of the Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce.

At this moment, Zhao Dagou walked out and slapped the person who spoke earlier.

"What do you mean by 'surrender and no killing'? We are not here to kill anyone."

Then he raised his head, his big bell-like eyes widened, and his gaze fell on Wan Xing.

"Are you the salt merchants from Yangzhou?"

Seeing that Zhao Dagou was staring at him, Wan Xing didn't dare to retreat anymore.

He had to force himself to stand up, and bowed to Zhao Dagou with a forced smile.

"I'm Wanxing, the president of the Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce! Meet the heroes of Qingfeng Village!"

Even though they were wealthy businessmen in Yangzhou, they did not dare to express the slightest dissatisfaction when Zhao Dagou directly called them salt dealers.

Zhao Dagou poked his nose with his carrot-thick fingers and spat out a mouthful of saliva.

He asked Wan Xing with his nose pointed at her.

"I remember! Many families in our village were destroyed because salt merchants like you forced their family members to work as salt workers and eventually died in the salt factory!"

As he spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"How dare you appear before me now?"

Wan Xing and the others trembled with fear when they heard Zhao Dagou's words full of murderous intent.

Due to the long-standing fear of Qingfeng Village, many people were so frightened that their legs went weak and they fell to the ground.

This is the real bandit!

Wan Xing tried to save face as the president and didn't kneel down, but his legs were trembling.

As the president of the Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce, how could Wan Xing not know how the Yangzhou salt merchants treated the salt workers?

Not to mention salt merchants, anyone who can become wealthy must have a deep background or have his hands stained with the blood of the lower class.

However, he didn't dare say this out loud, let alone express any dissatisfaction in front of Zhao Dagou.

I could only bow tremblingly and said,

"In reply to this brave man, I, we, are here under the orders of the Yangzhou Salt Inspector to sign a treaty with your stronghold!"

Zhao Dagou snorted coldly and was about to say something else when a scholar came out from behind him and tugged at his sleeve.

"Master, please don't delay Bee Master's business! Business is more important!"

Zhao Dagou was slightly stunned, but after hearing the serious matter, he smacked his lips and said with a lingering feeling,

"Alright! Since we're here to sign a contract, then take out your stuff!"

Then he saw the people in front of him falling to the ground, frowned and said,

"Stand up right there, everyone! This is Qingfeng Village's territory. Who told you to kneel down?"

Hearing Zhao Dagou's roar, all those whose legs had gone weak, whether they were salt merchants or servants, stood up quickly.

Seeing this, Zhao Dagou nodded in satisfaction.

"That's more like it! You black-hearted salt merchants, come forward one by one and line up if you want to sign the contract!"

A dozen salt merchants pushed each other, and finally pushed Wan Xing, the president of Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce, directly to the mouth.

When Wan Xing approached Zhao Dagou, he looked up at Zhao Dagou, who was much taller than him.

He smiled apologetically and bowed.

"Well, a good man should be polite..."

Zhao Dagou ignored Wan Xing's greeting and just extended his hand.

"Where's the stuff?"

"???"

Wan Xing looked at the fan-sized palm that Zhao Dagou stretched out, then looked at his own hand.

For a moment, he fell into an endless state of stupor.