Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 75 075 A Perfect Match
A group of people came to the street.

Xiong Guiyuan had guards with her, and passers-by around her avoided her, allowing her to chat with Feng Xiuhu about things that were not convenient for outsiders to hear.

"Ni Shicai has a son named Ni Zhiwen. Years ago, Ni Shicai used his connections to send Ni Zhiwen to a temple to work as a ceremonial assistant."

"Just now my people came to report that Ni Zhiwen suddenly appeared in Shengren Street, entered the Xianggu Pavilion and never came out again. I also heard that a church deacon was causing trouble in Shengren Street. I immediately guessed it was you."

Feng Xiuhu felt strange and pointed at himself: "Do you know me?"

Xiong Guiyuan glanced at him and said, "What's so strange about this? Master Feng's reputation is quite well-known in Fancheng these days."

Feng Xiuhu scratched his head: "Am I that famous?"

Xiong Guiyuan explained, "Big He, Lame Mouse, and Scaling Knife—a choirmaster, and two temple tax collectors—which one of these three, taken individually, wouldn't be notorious for their viciousness? And yet, they've all fallen into your hands, one after another. Now, the name 'Feng Xiuhu' carries immense weight in the ears of ordinary people."

After she said this, Feng Xiuhu also understood.

His mind had been full of thoughts about the temple and the church during this period. He had stumbled and struggled to become a deacon, so out of inertia, he always felt that he was still an insignificant little person.

However, he forgot that most of the people in Fancheng are ordinary people who live a hard life. What he saw as a stumbling experience, seemed to outsiders to have stirred up the "jianghu" situation, so his reputation had already spread unknowingly.

After understanding this truth, Feng Xiuhu couldn't help but feel excited - looking back, he realized that he was actually a well-known figure.

He was so excited that he forgot about the important things, but fortunately Shunzi didn't forget.

Shunzi stepped forward and asked, "Did the temple instruct Ni Zhiwen to set a trap for my eldest brother?"

He briefly pondered Ni Shicai's actions and asked, "Ni Zhiwen is hiding on the third floor, trying to launch a surprise attack?"

Xiong Guiyuan shook her head slightly: "I'm not sure, but I know Ni Shicai has no good intentions."

Feng Xiuhu reacted: "Ni is quite ruthless. How dare you attack me at this critical moment?"

Xiong Guiyuan thought it was perfectly normal. "He's the tax collector for the Port District. You'll be making a living in these four streets too, so a fight is inevitable. What's wrong with him striking first? Can you really be like two gentlemen, talking about the rules first and then fighting back? This isn't a boxing match."

Feng Xiuhu rolled his eyes. "Guiyuan, you don't understand. You don't know the intricacies of the church and the temple. This situation is quite special. Logically, Ni Shicai shouldn't, and wouldn't, dare to attack me."

Xiong Guiyuan also rolled her eyes. "Master, both the church and the temple are powerful figures. I don't really understand the affairs of powerful figures, but I do understand Ni Shicai. Ni Shicai isn't a big shot, but he's a capable man, and he's the master of hiding a dagger behind a smile. Since the temple chose him as a tax collector, they naturally took his abilities and methods into consideration."

"To put it bluntly, the temple chose him because they thought he could deal with you."

Feng Xiuhu was about to say - who the hell was he, Feng Xiuhu? Was he worthy of being singled out by the temple to deal with him?

But then he thought again—he had a pretty big grudge against the temple.

So he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, touched his nose angrily, and said, "Then why did you help me?"

Do you still need to ask?

Xiong Guiyuan gave him a displeased look: "What do you think?"

Feng Xiuhu's heart trembled: "I've been sterilized."

Xiong Guiyuan was stunned: "What?"

Feng Xiuhu explained carefully, "I've long since stopped paying a large sum of money to have a child."

Xiong Guiyuan now roughly understood what she had said. Her cheeks flushed, and she laughed dryly, "Deacon Feng might have misunderstood... I mean, isn't it only natural for me to help you?"

Fearing Feng Xiuhu would say something treacherous again, Xiong Guiyuan patiently explained, "Ni Shicai and I have never gotten along in business. He's always wanted to take over my Shengren Street business. But if we're just talking about business, I own more than half of Shengren Street. I'm bigger than him in terms of size, I have more money than him, and I'm more confident than him." "But Ni Shicai is good at socializing and has built relationships with many government officials. If he didn't have the support of these officials behind him, he wouldn't be the only one in Shengren Street."

"The situation was originally like this, but now it's different. He has become a tax collector and has the strongest backing behind him, the temple."

"Tell me, am I going to watch him deal with you, and then turn around and deal with me?"

Xiong Guiyuan naturally took Feng Xiuhu's arm and whispered.

"So, I have to rush here to help you in your time of need. I want to climb up the high branch of your church. If we can deal with Ni Shicai together, wouldn't that be a perfect match?"

Pressing the soft flesh on his arm, Feng Xiuhu adopted a business-like attitude: "I'm not that kind of person."

Xiong Guiyuan was stunned: "What kind of person?"

Feng Xiuhu smiled, lifted Xiong Guiyuan's chin, and pinched her cheek: "Master, I don't buy it. Honey tricks are useless. If you want to climb up the social ladder, you should show some practical things."

Feng Xiuhu's gaze and his frivolous actions made Xiong Guiyuan's cheeks flush red. She quickly lowered her head and said, "Of course I will never forget the kindness of Deacon Feng. Apart from anything else, I dare not fail to present you with gold, silver and money."

Feng Xiuhu was a little disappointed - he felt that money was easy to make at the moment, so he didn't care much about it.

"That's it?"

Feng Xiuhu sneered.

Xiong Guiyuan bit her lower lip, secretly thinking that Feng Xiuhu was a greedy man. "Deacon Feng, why don't you just say it clearly? If I can afford it, there's no reason for me not to give it to you."

Feng Xiuhu waved his hand: "I haven't thought about it yet. I'll talk about it when I think about it."

What he was most interested in was actually Xiong Guiyuan's auction house. He had heard this term from the coachman on his first day.

The people that the auction house comes into contact with include all kinds of people as well as dignitaries, and they can also see rare items from all over the world.

But if he said this openly, Xiong Guiyuan would inevitably take advantage of him, so Feng Xiuhu planned to keep her hanging for now.

……

The purpose of coming to Shengren Street today was to find out the situation, and Feng Xiuhu was not planning to really bring back some beautiful young ladies.

So Feng Xiuhu declined Xiong Guiyuan's invitation to visit the store, but before leaving, Feng Xiuhu suddenly remembered what Shunzi said yesterday about Xiyaoer mending his clothes, so he mentioned it to Xiong Guiyuan again and asked her to help find some smart maids who could serve people.

After saying goodbye to Xiong Guiyuan, Feng Xiuhu, who had been running around all day, felt a little tired, so he and Shunzi took a rickshaw to rush home.

When passing by the Broken Wave Bridge, Shunzi suddenly saw something and hurriedly slapped Feng Xiuhu: "Brother, look!"

Feng Xiuhu bent down and took a look, and immediately became anxious: "Stop the car!"

I saw a group of workers gathered at the place where the elevator was originally built, making gestures and gestures, and all kinds of building materials were piled up on the roadside.

Wow, Cheng Aimei didn’t lie, someone really came to the factory.

It seems that the new manager of the factory is also impatient. He wants to get things done right after taking office.

PS: Another blind person comes to bring bad luck to me. Feng Xiuhu is too busy. It’s time to take a fairy bath to relax. Those gentlemen who vote for the monthly ticket and post book reviews to help promote the book should go together.

(End of this chapter)