Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

Pei Yu himself was in charge of the most core families in the city.

Because the scripts and tactics that Mr. Gu left for these shops were more complex and more ingenious.

He was afraid that his half-baked brothers wouldn't be able to handle it, and that revealing the truth would only make things worse.

Therefore, only someone as shrewd as him could personally handle this task.

He chose "Ruifeng Grain Store".

The largest grain merchant in the capital was owned by someone surnamed Liu, named Liu Wansheng.

This Mr. Liu has one particular trait: he is suspicious.

The more suspicious a person is, the more easily they are hooked by a "mistaken statement".

Pei Yu took out the note and glanced at it.

The paper strip was slightly split when it was first cut.

The shop name is illegible, but thankfully the owner's name is still visible.

It doesn't matter, we're all the same company anyway. As long as the schemes are sophisticated, anyone can be confused.

So, Pei Yu strode into the grain store.

The shopkeeper behind the counter, upon recognizing the young master of the Pei family, quickly came forward to greet him.

"Young Master Pei! A rare guest!"

Pei Yu waved his fan, looked around, and lowered his voice.

"I've come to deliver a message to your boss, Mr. Qian."

The shopkeeper was slightly taken aback.

Mr. Qian?

Our boss's surname is Liu.

Could it be... that Young Master Pei has misremembered the shop?

Was the original plan to go to "Jinhua Fang" to deliver a message?

The owner of Jinhua Lane is surnamed Qian.

The shopkeeper quickly smiled and said, "Oh, Young Master Pei, our boss..."

Before he could even utter the words "not surnamed Qian," Pei Yu spoke again.

Regarding the question your boss asked about the GG spot in the Cuju tournament, I can only say that I will try my best to hold it for him.

"But as you know, there are only a few spots available, and several companies are vying for them. I can't guarantee whether we can hold onto them."

The shopkeeper's smile froze on his face, his mouth agape, unable to close for a long time.

After Pei Yu finished speaking, he waved his hand, looking like he was "busy with official business."

"I'm still busy; several companies are waiting for me to deliver messages. Remember to tell your employers to keep this a secret. Don't tell anyone else."

The shopkeeper smiled and agreed, then politely saw the person out.

As soon as Pei Yu's figure disappeared around the street corner, the shopkeeper's smile vanished.

He turned around and jogged to the back room.

"Boss! Boss! Something big!"

Liu Wansheng was looking at the account books in the backyard when the shopkeeper called him three times before he looked up.

"What's the big deal?"

The shopkeeper repeated Pei Yu's words verbatim.

Liu Wansheng's brows slowly furrowed.

"Last night at Juxianlou, the one who led the way in saying he wouldn't participate was surnamed Qian."

The shopkeeper nodded vigorously.

"That's for sure! They talk the loudest, but they're the quickest to act behind the scenes!"

Liu Wansheng remained silent for a moment.

"Quickly send someone to the restaurants where we ate last night and ask them if anyone went to the logistics park. See what they have to say."

It was dusk, around 5 PM.

The atmosphere in shops large and small throughout the capital had become strange.

I heard that the employees of more than a dozen businesses bumped into each other on the official road leading from the west of the city to the Pujitang Logistics Park.

That's good now.

Everyone suspects that someone else secretly booked the GG spot.

Everyone was afraid of being the last fool to find out.

Everyone was secretly wondering: should we hurry to the logistics park before it gets dark to check if it's genuine?

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Once a crack appears in trust, it can never be patched up again.

……

The backyard of the logistics park.

Gu Mingyue sat at the table, holding a bowl of hot tea in her hands.

Pei Yu's message has already been sent back.

Yan Xiaoliu stood by the door, excitedly reporting what he had observed.

"Jinhua Lane and Ruixiang Pavilion have already started arguing. Cuifeng Trading Company has sent people to keep an eye on Renhe Hall. Ruifeng Grain Store has sent people to inquire..."

Gu Mingyue gave a soft "Mmm".

He put down his teacup and a slight smile played on his lips.

As long as one person wavers first.

There will be a second one.

The rest will fall apart like dominoes.

She looked up at the darkening sky outside the window.

"They will all be at tomorrow's investment promotion meeting."

The following day was the day of the investment and auction.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

A large number of horse-drawn carriages were already parked on the official road at the entrance of the logistics park.

There were no merchant flags on the carriages, and the curtains were drawn tightly shut.

The servants rushing to catch the carriage were all dressed in plain clothes, deliberately trying to be overly discreet.

This only makes it seem more suspicious.

The stadium has been completed, and a temporary platform has been erected in the center of the grass field, with a long table covered with a red cloth on it.

A wooden sign was placed on a red cloth.

The wooden sign reads three large characters: Bidding Seat.

Below the stage, there were more than a dozen rows of long wooden benches on each side.

Yan Xiaoliu was in charge of hosting this auction.

Lu Qinghe led his accounting team to assist him.

Gu Mingyue sat in a temporary curtained room behind the high platform.

Through the gaps in the curtains, one could see the situation in the venue outside.

Pei Yu stood at the doorway, observing the situation outside.

At the entrance to the stadium, a blue cloth carriage stopped.

The curtain was lifted a crack, and a head peeked out, looking around.

After confirming that there were no acquaintances around, the man climbed out of the carriage.

It was Sun Maocai of the Cuifeng.

He was dressed very simply today, blending into the crowd and hardly standing out.

Following behind him was the accountant of the Cuifeng, with a cloth bag slung across his shoulder.

The bulges clearly indicate they are banknotes.

Sun Maocai hunched his shoulders and crept along the wall to the inside, looking like a guilty thief.

But before he could get halfway there, the side door on the other side of the field rang.

Another carriage.

The person who got out of the car was Zhou Fuhai from Renhetang.

He wore a straw hat on his head and a face mask on his face.

The two entered the arena almost simultaneously.

Then, at the corner of the third row of wooden benches, they bumped into each other face to face.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Sun Maocai's eyes widened as he pointed at Zhou Fuhai and lowered his voice.

"Didn't you fucking say you couldn't come?"

Zhou Fuhai's lips twitched slightly beneath his face mask as he pointed at Sun Maocai's coarse cloth robe.

"You're one to talk! Dressed like that! Didn't you say you'd rather die than come?"

Sun Maocai blushed.

"I'm just here to take a look! I haven't decided whether to buy it or not yet!"

"What a coincidence!" Zhou Fuhai scoffed. "I'm just here to take a look too!"

The two glared at each other, neither willing to admit that they had been forced there by the other's "movements".

Pei Yu retreated behind the curtain, covering her mouth with a folding fan and laughing silently for a long time.

Gu Mingyue remained calm and gently blew away the foam on the surface of the teacup.

Over the next half hour, more and more carriages appeared at the entrance to the arena.

Mr. Liu from Ruifeng Grain Store arrived, and Mr. Qian from Jinhua Lane also arrived.

As soon as they entered the stadium, they saw Sun Maocai and Zhou Fuhai already sitting in the front row.

The group exchanged glances, each of them gritting their teeth in anger.

They pointed at each other with trembling fingers, but neither of them uttered a single curse.

"How many employers are there?"

Someone called out to them during the meal.

"Since you're here, please take a seat."

The group turned around and looked.

The dozen or so merchants who slammed their fists on the table at Juxianlou the day before yesterday, saying "we're all not going if we all agree," are now all seated.

The alliance members: "..."