After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

"Stuttering girl, we ordered wine, why don't you give us peanuts?" a guest at a table asked curiously.

"You...you just said...Young Master Li's nickname is not nice."

Jiang Chulong whispered while holding the tray in her arms.

Only those who say good things about Brother Li will be given peanuts.

The guest felt that he was treated differently and was a little unhappy. The people traveling with him quickly held him down and asked him to look at the second floor, where a woman in palace dress was sitting. She squinted at the mouth of the wine gourd in her palm, poured it twice, and there was not a drop left in it. Suddenly, her beautiful face looked a little unhappy.

The guest shuddered and quickly sat down obediently, like a good kid on his first day of private school.

"Sister Shang, wine."

"Why is my beloved disciple still in Southern Xinjiang and not coming back?"

Shang Wu sighed, took the wine handed to her by Jiang Chulong, and smacked her lips. She had been spoiled by her beloved disciple and even this Qingluo Shao was a little unpalatable to her.

"I...I also...miss Brother Li."

Jiang Chulong pursed her lips. She glanced at the private room where Aunt Mei and the elders of Qingyuan Sect were, and asked in a low voice:

"Sister Shang, is it...Brother Li...who sent a message back?"

Shang Wu shook her head. It wasn't that she denied it, but that she didn't know.

So Jiang Chulong secretly went to the door and listened.

It was Aunt Mei's voice:

"Those two little guys in Southern Xinjiang are probably more than just a publicity stunt. You all know this. Now that Southern Xinjiang is without the suppression of the Hanging Temple, chaos is imminent."

Qian Bufan, Xue Jing, Han He and other peak masters and elders all frowned and remained silent.

Every elder who presides over a peak knows something about the core secrets of the Qingyuan Sect. Their sect was originally the guardian of the imperial mausoleum and thrived there.

Behind the disaster beast are the remnants of the Shang Dynasty.

"Why haven't Li Mo and Ying Bing come back yet?" Qian Bufan pondered.

"Tell me, is there any possibility?"

When Xue Jing thought about the child's character, he couldn't help but say:

"He wants to help defend the city of Nanjiang?"

After these words were spoken, there was some silence in the box.

All that was left was the gurgling sound of the hot pot and the smacking of Qian Bufan's lips as he thought.

This possibility is indeed the most reliable one.

"Everyone, make your plans early. After all, the imperial court has given up on Nanguan. Some things are just a matter of time. I also plan to take Chulong away..."

Before Mei Yun could finish her words, the door was pushed open and Jiang Chulong stood there timidly.

There was a fragility on her little face, but within that fragility lay a hint of tenacity, like a little white flower emerging from a stone slab.

"Aunt Mei...Chulong...Chulong, don't leave."

Mei Yun was stunned for a moment. She had never seen Jiang Chulong look like this before, so her face darkened.

"Can't fit here? We can find another place and open an identical one."

"It's different... This is the home that Brother Li gave me..."

Jiang Chulong's face turned slightly pale and her voice trembled slightly.

She didn't know the general situation in the world, nor did she know what was happening in southern Xinjiang.

She will wait here for Brother Li to come back.

At this time, Zuo Qiuyang, a former assassin from Xiyu Tower, came in hurriedly with a list:

"Big thing, big thing!"

"What's the big deal?"

"One person has bought up all the beef and mutton in the city. Not even half a pound is left. How can we continue our business? Is this malicious competition from other hot pot restaurants?"

"roll!"

"???"

.........

Yunzhou.

Now the entire Hengtong Trading Company is busy as a beeline, and the guys are like swarms of ants, constantly coming in and out of the warehouse.

"Not enough manpower? What's the point of keeping you guys?"

"If it's not enough, go find temporary workers at the docks and offer double... no, triple the price."

Sun Gui shook off his fat body and, as the big boss, jumped up and down here in person.

joke.

This order was given by the God of Wealth. If it succeeds, he may not be in the Yunzhou branch anymore, and his transfer to the Dijing head office is just around the corner.

"My God, what on earth is Young Master Li planning to do?"

"With so much food, it's enough to recruit soldiers and raise our arms..."

Sun Gui wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself.

"How is it?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him. Sun Gui turned around and saw Li Mo standing at the entrance of the warehouse with a bottle of Sanguan Treasure Liquid in his hand. It was a rare treasure that replenished the mind and soul.