Qiming 1158

Chapter 140 Yao Hongfang still remembers
Before the first contact between the two, Su Changsheng spent some time inquiring about some of Yao Hong's local industries and social contacts in Jiaxing.

Over time, Yao Hongfang's business has gotten better.

He secretly manages the private salt industry and controls a huge private salt trade network. On the bright side, he is a famous antique merchant, specializing in some rare antiques for the dignitaries to enjoy.

Hey, what a coincidence!
After observing for a while, Su Changsheng decided to take a risk and get in touch with Yao Hongfang.

He spent some money to buy a suit, dressed in five or six people, like a romantic celebrity, right in front of Yao Hongfang's house, he asked him generously—

Yao Guanren, do you still remember the old people of Qingyuan Mansion?

Yao Hongfang was stunned for a while, and after a while, he looked around, and then looked at Su Changsheng in surprise.

"Qingyuan Mansion... Su Family?"

"Exactly."

"Are you from the Su family? But I heard that the Su family is gone."

"The old man has passed away, and the grandson of the old man is still alive. I ask the villain to come to visit. If the official is willing, tomorrow at noon, the second floor of the Huichun Building will be in the Jichu Pavilion.

After speaking, Su Changsheng turned around and left.

Because of his unrestrained attitude, Yao Hongfang did not react until Su Changsheng walked away.

After reacting, he fell into deep thought.

The Su family in Qingyuan Mansion, Su Dingguang, is indeed his old friend. Both of them are private salt dealers. In the early years, when Su Dingguang was just in charge of this industry, he had learned from him.

The two of them went south and the other was in the north. The well water did not violate the river water, and their relationship was even relatively harmonious.

Logically speaking, it is difficult for them to have any sincere friendship with such smuggled salt dealers who are ruthless and murderous in secret, but Su Dingguang and him are really unexpectedly interested.

He even remembered that Su Dingguang was drunk once and denounced the incompetence of today's officials in front of him, and he was still lamenting why Yue Fei couldn't be ruthless and simply be Liu Yu. .

That time Su Dingguang was very drunk.

Yao Hongfang just kept this in his heart silently and did not mention it to anyone. After this incident, Su Dingguang seemed to have forgotten it and never mentioned that incident again.

Later, when Su Dingguang died of illness, he also sent people to go to the funeral. In this way, the old man from Qingyuan Mansion who came to him was not Su Dingguang, but Su Yonglin, the grandson of the old man.

Su Yonglin's matter is not simple.

Although there was no social discussion on the surface, in the entire network of smuggled salt dealers, Su Yonglin, the vanishing person who plotted to kill his own protective umbrella and then escaped, is already a legendary figure in everyone's mouth.

In fact, the profession of smuggling salt can also be divided into domestic and wild, and the two are very easy to distinguish.

Those who are besieged and suppressed by the imperial army at every turn, and those who never die are wild ones.

And every time the court hits hard, those who are safe and sound are domestic ones.

It is said that family support has not eliminated this group of people.

As one of them, Yao Hongfang felt that he was a domestic pet that could make money, so he specially made money for the court officials who held great power behind them, to satisfy their all kinds of strange desires, and also for the various things between them. This kind of transaction adds chips.

With their shelter, I can survive in this extremely profitable but cruel industry.

Every private salt dealer who can survive relatively well on this land is almost all domesticated and has endless obligations to their owners. Logically speaking, pets must be loyal to their owners, and they can’t have any mischief. times.

But the unexpected existence of Su Yonglin broke this balance.

According to internal first-hand information, Su Yonglin drugged his protective umbrella Sun Yuanqi, causing Sun Yuanqi to escape from the sun and die, and he disappeared, and no trace has been found.

The Su family seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. The coalition of the three private salt dealers organized by the big man aggressively went to attack the Su family, but they were all in vain.

The big men in the court were extremely dissatisfied with this, but they had no choice but to order to avoid talking about it.

So everyone kept their mouths shut, for fear of angering the big man and ruining everyone's jobs.

Everyone is alive, and they have to eat properly. Countless people live by this industry. The person above sneezes a little, and the person below is full of hailstones.

Yao Hongfang knew this truth, and of course he kept his mouth shut and avoided talking about this matter, for fear of causing trouble for his upper body and telling the people above him that he was uncomfortable, and if he moved his hands, he would be able to clean up himself severely.

As a result, I never wanted to avoid talking about it myself, but the disaster itself came to me.

Do you want to see me?

See you normally?
Or do some tricks, arrest this person and ask Su Yonglin's whereabouts and dedicate it to the big man, so that he can make a great contribution?

Yao Hongfang locked himself in the study, pacing back and forth, going around several times, and suddenly saw the old ink marks that he had been hanging on the wall.

[I would rather be a centurion than a scholar]

The deceased wrote this calligraphy while he was slightly drunk, and it became the only trace left by the deceased. Yao Hongfang collected it and hung it in his study as a souvenir.

Now I see it by chance, and my thoughts return to the night when the old friend was on the verge of collapse.

"I'd rather be a centurion and die in battle than be a corrupt official here! Why doesn't he let me go to the battlefield! Why!!"

The old man's shouts still echoed in his ears, Yao Hongfang looked at the vigorous and powerful words and was filled with emotion.

In the afternoon of the second day, Yao Hong accompanied his old servant to a Jichu Pavilion on the second floor of Huichun Building, pushed open the door, and saw Su Changsheng sitting on a chair smiling at him.

"Yao Guanren, you are here."

Yao Hongfang looked around and looked at his old servant.

"Stay outside and wait for me to come out."

"Here."

The old servant resigned obediently, leaving space for the two of them.

So only Su Changsheng and Yao Hongfang were left in the exquisitely decorated Jichu Pavilion.

"I thought you would be fully prepared. Once I brought someone to arrest you, you would run away immediately, but now it seems that there are only you and me here. Are you not afraid that I will bring someone to arrest you?"

Yao Hong zoomed in and walked to the opposite side of Su Changsheng and sat down.

"Of course I have to make some preparations. After all, I don't know much about the official person, so there are more or less small countermeasures, at least I can get away, but from the current situation, the official came by himself. These methods are of no use.”

"Are you spying on me?"

Yao Hongfang grabbed a small piece of pastry in the bowl in front of him and ate it.

Su Changsheng smiled.

"There's no way. Once our group of people reveals their identities, they will surely die, and they will also ruin Alang's affairs. In order to not humiliate the mission, we must do some preparations, and ask the officials to forgive me."

"Hmph, since you want to talk about things, don't hide your head and show your tail, tell me, what exactly is Su Yuting going to do with me?"

Yao Hongfang stared at Su Changsheng.

"Do you still remember my Alang's name?"

"How can you not remember?"

Yao Hongfang said with a determined smile: "I am not a close friend with his grandfather, but we also have friendship. For those of us in this line of business, this friendship is very valuable, so I still remember it fresh. What should I do?"

"Why don't you ask where my Alang is now?"

"I'll know when you're willing to say it."

Yao Hongfang picked up the tea bowl and took a slow sip.

"Too."

Su Changsheng smiled and said, "My family Alang has a huge amount of antique calligraphy, paintings and rare treasures. I hope to find a way to get rid of them and exchange them for copper coins, especially those from the Song Dynasty."

(End of this chapter)