Be a legal businessman in Liyue!

"Are you interested in this guy?" Ye Lan suddenly spoke.

Ningguang nodded, then shook her head. "This guest from the Rebirth Hall is proficient in many things unknown to others. If I could use him, that would be great. But until I understand his weaknesses, no matter how good a chess piece he is, I can't use him."

"Hehe, you always like to be in control, but no one can control everything. It's better to interact with each other sincerely, maybe it will work wonders." Ye Lan curled her lips.

She and Ningguang are partners, but she always can't stand Ningguang's calculating and controlling approach.

Of course, she also had to admit that Ningguang's approach was of great help to the stability of Liyue.

This is also the reason why she is willing to work for Ningguang.

Liyue's prosperity is their common wish.

"Okay, let's go take a look inside first."

Ningguang shook her head and spoke. As for what Ye Lan said about true love in return of true love, she didn't care.

In her position, it is impossible to exchange sincerity for sincerity.

Otherwise, if you trust someone and end up being deceived, it could be a loss for the entire Liyue.

Therefore, Ningguang believes more in human weaknesses, or in other words...exchange of interests.

Ye Lan didn't say anything. She took her men and followed Ningguang into the shantytown.

Not long after.

They saw a hut half collapsed.

There was a handsome young man standing at the door.

When the young man saw the Qianyan Army coming, his face was full of anxiety: "You are finally here, come and see, two people are fighting and killing each other."

Not far away, Ye Lan's expression paused, a hint of silence appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Ningguang glanced at Wang Que and asked Ye Lan, "Is this the guy you're keeping an eye on?"

Ningguang knew that Ye Lan had found the remains of the immortals and traces of the immortals, but had not received any response from the immortals.

Ye Lan felt that Wang Que had gained the recognition of the immortals, and Ningguang naturally knew it as well.

So, when they saw Wang Que performing, neither of them exposed him.

Anyone recognized by the immortals will never harm Liyue.

"Go check it out." Ningguang ordered the Qianyan Army behind her.

Then he walked towards Wang Que: "I am Ningguang."

She introduced herself.

Wang Que said respectfully, "Greetings, Lord Tianquan."

He has a good impression of Ningguang.

It’s not because of her looks, it’s simply because Ningguang is rich.

When Wang Que just figured out his golden finger, he thought about whether he should just cling to the rich woman Ningguang.

With Ningguang's financial resources, she could probably just use Mora to stack him up.

But later, Wang Que gave up this idea.

Ningguang's identity determines her responsibilities.

If you accept Ningguang's financial support (support), you must share her responsibilities.

If Liyue encounters a crisis, should I go?

Small crises are fine, but what if there is a big crisis?

I wonder how many terrifying things exist beneath the land of Liyue.

Therefore, Wang Que chose to make money on his own to ensure his autonomy.

After all, he has a bottom line. If he really takes other people's money, he will not be able to save face when encountering problems.

(Blackwing Treasure Hunters: You better have a bottom line.)

"Ye Lan told me about you."

Ningguang smiled and said softly,

"Since you've already turned from darkness to light, then live a good life in Liyue Harbor. If you have any problems, you can contact the General Affairs Department."

She didn't say anything, as if she was communicating with an ordinary Liyue person.

Wang Que actually liked the other party's attitude. It was not special and it represented fairness.

"Thank you, Lord Tianquan. I will do so." Wang Que bowed.

The Qianyan Army who were checking the shanties came over.

He glanced at Wang Que with a strange expression, then said seriously, "Lord Tianquan, after examination, the deceased Black Wing died of a poisoned dagger piercing his heart."

"The deceased, Scar, died from having his throat pierced by a poisoned dagger."

After a pause, he seemed a little uncomfortable and said, "We found 35,000 Mora in Northland Bank notes. For now, we can assume that the two men killed each other for money."

Ningguang nodded slightly. "If that's the case, then let's do this. Issue an announcement as soon as possible to calm people down."

Qianyanjun nodded: "Yes."

Ningguang looked at Wang Que again and said, "If you encounter something like this again, don't approach rashly. If there's any danger, report it to the General Affairs Department immediately or ask the patrolling Qianyan Army to handle it."

Obviously, she knew it was Wang Que who did it.

The Qianyan Army just now also knew that it was Wang Que who did it.

But no one said it out loud.

Wang Que smiled and nodded: "Okay."

He knew that the identity of the treasure-stealing group had finally been completely cleared.

And he also owed Ningguang a favor.

Of course, this favor is very secretive, and he can just play dumb and deny it.

Chapter 42: Where to Stand

Ningguang left quickly. She still had a lot of things to do and it seemed that she came here just to say a word to Wang Que.

But Wang Que understood that she was doing this to ward off evil spirits.

Ningguang came to see him because she had a relationship with the immortal.

Otherwise, even the holder of the Eye of God would not attract Ningguang's attention.

Even though Huangmao easily met Ningguang in the game, the other party still sent Ganyu to invite her personally.

But in fact, Ningguang is one of the highest leaders of this country.

Control the rest and recuperation of millions of people in Liyue Harbor.

How could such a person focus his energy on one or two people?

After Ningguang left,

Ye Lan also left with the Qianyan Army, and they took two corpses with them.

It seemed that the matter was over.

Wang Que thought about it, but couldn't think of anything bad. He shrugged his shoulders and put the matter behind him.

“Go check out the shops first, then contact the suppliers.”

Wang Que quickly turned his attention to the business.

The shop on Chihuyan Street is his base in Liyue and needs to be carefully planned.

On the way out of the shantytown, Wang Que glanced at the surrounding environment from time to time.

To be honest, the shantytown is not small, otherwise it would not be able to accommodate so many bankrupt people and migrant workers.

The environment is poor because there is no reasonable utilization arrangement.

"Tsk, if we can take over this place and develop real estate, we can definitely make a fortune."

Wang Que thought to himself.

However, he also knew that this was impossible.

First of all, he is not qualified for such a large project, nor does he have the ability to expropriate land from people living in shanty towns.

Moreover, Wang Que did not believe that others could not see the benefits here.

But still no one comes to do it, which shows that the water is very complicated.

It’s a very simple truth that a business that can make a lot of money has no one doing it... It’s usually not a blue ocean, but a deep ocean.

God knows how many people are involved.

He shook his head, shaking the thoughts out of his mind.

Wang Que saw the children playing again.

These little guys had a lot of snacks in their hands, and they were laughing and having fun.

Wang Que's eyes flickered slightly.

The ten Moras he gave couldn't buy so many things.

and so…

"My goodness, these kids are Ningguang's spies."

Wang Que suddenly reacted and remembered the plot in the game.

He shook his head, without getting angry, and quickly left the shantytown. There was wealth here, but it was not something he could grab. It was painful to look at, so it was better not to look at it.

……

Arriving at the small building he had rented on credit, Wang Que looked around carefully.

The mottled vermilion lacquer door was tightly closed, and the copper lock was already covered with green rust.

The three-story building looks like an old man in his twilight years, curled up between the scattered eaves of Chihu Rock.

There was the sound of blacksmithing coming from my ears.

There are traces of raindrops dripping down the corners of the tiles, carving indentations of varying depths on the stone steps, and moss is slowly growing from these wounds.

It can be seen that no one has used this place for a long time.

The hinges groaned hoarsely when the door was pushed open, and fine dust swirled in the beam of light that seeped in through the crack in the door, as if awakening a dream that had been dormant for a hundred years.

Dust was raised, and Wang Que couldn't help but wave his hand to fan the dust away from his mouth and nose.

The hall on the first floor still retains the appearance of a shop. The elm counter is covered with half an inch of dust. When you run your fingers across it, clear grooves are left, revealing the dark red paint underneath.

The shelves leaned crookedly against the wall, and several yellowed account books were scattered on the ground, gnawed by bookworms into lace-like fragments.

In the corner, half an abacus was lying upside down, and the sandalwood beads rolled into the cracks between the bricks, wrapped in spider webs and solidified into amber.

The previous operator must have left in a hurry.

That's normal. They went bankrupt and wanted to escape from their debts. Otherwise, this place wouldn't have been taken away by Feiyun Chamber of Commerce to pay off the debt.

Xingqiu told me that the previous boss's surname was also Wang, so it seems like a coincidence.

After looking at the first floor for a while, Wang Que started to go upstairs.

The creaking sound of the wooden stairs startled the birds on the third floor, and they flew away flapping their wings.

Outside the faded carved window frame, half of the torn window paper trembled in the wind, filtering the bright skylight into a turbid beige color.

The brocade curtains in the second-floor bedroom had turned gray-green due to mold, and the dents on the bed were still faintly visible, as if the owner had just gotten up.

The bronze mirror on the dressing table was covered with misty dust, the dried cinnabar in the rouge box looked like solidified blood clots, the unfinished wave patterns on the embroidery frame had faded to blue-gray, and the needle tip was still pierced by half of the blackened silk thread.

"There was a woman who lived here, maybe two."

Wang Que took a look and came up with an answer.

The third floor is an attic.