Big Ear Thief Selling Straw Sandals

Chapter 165 The Confused Assassination
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With all the attention, General He Jin saw that Jia Xu had finished his speech, he clenched his fist to himself, and smashed the bronze bell tied with red silk with a single blow.

Immediately, on the top of the trading hall, twelve fireworks bombs were set off one by one, and countless confetti floated down in the air.

Below the platform, twenty trading windows opened instantly to welcome the flocking people.

After half a month of exaggeration, many financial forces participated, and the Western Region bonds became popular before they were sold.

On the black market, three-year bonds have been fired up to 110 five cents a lot, and you can take as much as you have.

Therefore, almost every individual customer who came to the trading floor lined up with a lot of money, waiting to make a wave of extra money.

Among these people, the well-known Daoist Jia, three wealthy businessmen from Jizhou, and Qi Baideng's close relatives and friends all tried their best to stretch their necks and stand on tiptoes, like ducks whose necks are lifted.

After the market opening ceremony, the guests dispersed, or left, or watched, or took their friends downstairs to experience the hot buying enthusiasm.

Jia Xu accompanied Si Nong Xun Shuang to inspect the inner trading hall.

Holding the fence with both hands, He Jin said to Liu Bei, "I didn't expect that there are so many rich people in Dongdu!"

Liu Bei smiled and said: "It is beneficial to the country and the people, so naturally all directions echo."

He Jin looked around and found no one around, so he asked in a low voice, "Is it really beneficial to the country and the people?"

Liu Bei thought for a while and said, "A sharp axe can either chop wood or injure people. Whether it is good or bad depends on who owns the handle."

The general raised his hand to touch his temples, and suddenly asked: "Xuande knows, how many people cursed you for what you said in that cottage?"

Liu Bei smiled in relief, and deliberately asked back: "Hey, isn't it thanks?"

He Jin was speechless.

Liu Bei laughed again and asked, "Could it be that the general is planning to curse too?"

He Jin rolled his eyes at the unscrupulous uncle, and said, "I heard that the private room is very unique, go and have a look."

The two passed through the internal corridor and went to the opposite second floor.

Because the market opened not long ago, all the VIP boxes were bought by internal predators, and in some of them, the laughter of the female relatives could even be heard.

Knowing that there was no vacancy, Liu Bei invited the general to the box of Huitong Bank.

Huitong's three senior accountants were chatting with the full-time traders, and when they saw the lord coming, they all stood up.

"Thank you for your hard work, go to the opposite side to listen to the music, and pay my bill."

Knowing that the lord has something to discuss, the three accountants and traders immediately left the box and went to Zhenji Teahouse to listen to music at public expense.

There were only Liu He and two in the private room, sitting on the sofa, looking out from the large windows, the first floor of the individual seats and the trading window had a panoramic view.

At this time, on the blackboards on both sides, there were already pending orders written in chalk, almost all selling orders.

The listed prices are all slightly higher than the black market by a penny or two, and there are a few that are obviously higher.

Most of the individual customers are not in the mood to sit comfortably on the seats, or stand, or look at the pending orders.

Looking around, there are a lot of people, at least one to two thousand people.

This is because the guards at the gate are trying their best to limit the flow, otherwise they will all be squeezed into cans of sardines.

He Jin sighed: "The world is full of prosperity, all for Lilai, it's amazing!"

Liu Bei smiled without saying a word.

For the ignorant bumpkin, it will be really enjoyable to wait for the thousand shares to skyrocket in the future.

In front of the trading window, Jia Bo, dressed in Taoist robes, was unique and eye-catching like a firefly in a summer night.

The three rich merchants in Jizhou happened to be in the queue nearby, and when acquaintances meet, they naturally greet each other.

"Hello, Daoist!"

Jia Bo turned his face, immediately remembered the previous "gamble", laughed and said: "Three laymen, well, how many hands do you plan to buy?"

The fat man among the three stretched out a slap pretending to be the mysterious emperor, and asked back, "Where is the Taoist?"

Jaber held up three fingers.

The fat man immediately felt complacent, and said, "I heard that with bonds, the big fish eat the small fish. The Taoist priest might as well follow us, maybe we might have a chance to enter the VIP box."

Jia Bo had already guessed the opponent's hole card, and deliberately smiled, but did not answer.

The fat man was a little displeased, and said, "Master Daoist, I have a good heart."

When it was the fat man's turn to buy bonds, he immediately took out the money from his pocket and handed over the notes, and said loudly, "Three years, [-] lots!"

Soon, the bond was handed out to the window and it was confirmed that it was correct. The fat man turned to Jia Bo and raised the bond in his hand.

At the same time, the person in front of Jaber finished the purchase and left with a smile on his face.

Jia Daoshi took out a roll of banknotes from his sleeve and handed it through the window.

"Three types of bonds, each with [-] lots!"

What the hell!

The three wealthy businessmen in Jizhou were stunned. It was a total of 3 taels of silver. Is this old man so rich?

Especially Fatty, he was slapped in the face on the spot instead of pretending to be coercive, and Nuo Da's face turned red.

After receiving the full bond, Taoist Jia glanced at the "Three Treasures of Jizhou" and smiled.

"VIP box, Pindao still has some connections, three laymen, please borrow."

From both sides of the hall, there is a staircase leading to the VIP area on the second floor. Just as Jia Bo stepped up the steps, an accident happened suddenly.

I saw a "Boom!" sound from a certain VIP box, followed by a thick puff of smoke.

The nearly 2000 people on the first floor were stunned, and Jia Xu quickly ran out of the trading hall.

He only glanced at the location of the explosion, and a biting chill surged from the bottom of his heart.

The box of Huitong Bank, it is said that the lord and the general are talking in it.

Pushing away the stunned crowd, Jia Xu rushed to the VIP area on the second floor.

Xun Shuang also came out, frowned, and muttered, "Who brought the fireworks into the box?"

But, soon, Xun Shuang changed his mind.

At the top of the VIP stairs on the second floor, a strong and vigorous man rushed down like wind.

Behind him, there were two guards in full clothes chasing after him, and they shouted: "Seize the thief, stop him!"

Jia Bo was thin, but his mind was alert. Seeing that the momentum was not good, he quickly stepped aside.

The running man rushed down to the hall on the first floor, igniting the wires with a torch, and rushed outside.

The terrain of the gate is narrow and the flow of people is dense, so it is difficult to pass quickly under normal circumstances.

But he saw that the big man raised his hand, and a group of objects with burning fuses was crowded in the crowd.

"boom!"

The flames and smoke accompanied the crowd's exclamations and riots, and the entrance of the trading hall exploded.

With the crowd scattered and fleeing, the thieves who threw explosives quickly rushed into the crowd and left the hall.

Jia Xu didn't care about the explosion at the door, and rushed to the No. [-] box with all her strength.

If something happened to Liu He and the two of them, I really would never recover.

With a heartbeat of one hundred and eight, Jia Xu took three steps in parallel and headed straight for the box of Huitong Bank.

In the aisle, many VIPs were poking their heads, and some people boldly surrounded the door of Box No. [-].

Jia Xu didn't care about etiquette, and directly pushed away the people who were eating melons, and rushed into the box.

When he saw Liu Bei standing in the corner protecting He Jin, his hanging heart finally settled down.

"My lord, General, are you injured?"

Liu Bei frowned, He Jin's face was dark, and there were still sparks left on the carpet.

"No problem!"

Liu Bei stepped forward, stamped out the remaining fire, and told Jia Xu: "Call the guards, control the hall, and let all the VIP areas go back to the boxes."

At this time, the security captain in charge of the trading floor had already arrived in the box.

Report to the three leaders in a low voice: "The thief has absconded and has been hunted down."

Liu Bei immediately made further arrangements, asking him to allocate manpower from the guards as soon as possible, and give priority to escorting the general back to the mansion.

At this time, He Jin also stepped forward, looked at the gunpowder package left on the carpet, and asked thoughtfully: "Xuande thinks, is the assassin's target you or me?"

He remembered very clearly that at that time, the door of the box was pushed open, and before the guards of the two had time to ask, the other party threw a ignited gunpowder bag and landed between the two of them.

If Liu Bei hadn't kicked the explosives away in time, the two of them would have turned into roast suckling pigs.

Liu Bei was also baffled. Now it seems that what the opponent threw was gunpowder, not the explosives used in the military, otherwise the immortal would be killed.

With the advent of the era of hot weapons, people are becoming more vulnerable.

When He Jin asked about the target of the assassin, Liu Bei first felt that it was aimed at himself.

Uncle Guo's biggest opponent is the eunuch, but for so many years, because of empress dowager He's scruples, the ten permanent attendants have never killed him.

What's more, now that the general is in a low period, it is completely unreasonable to fight to the death, and it is so unprofessional.

But, who would risk the displeasure of the world and deal with himself?
(End of this chapter)