Wu Xiaoliu raised his eyes as big as mung beans and glanced at Yao Yi quickly, then quickly lowered his head again.
"I think it's precisely because I see that Manager Yao and I are not of the same kind that we need to cooperate, right?"
Yao Yi snorted coldly, "Don't even think you're trying to add some color to my brothel. Your pickled vegetable pile isn't even worthy enough to hold my pickles."
Wu Xiaoliu touched his thick face and looked at Xiao Nanhui's eager and expectant eyes. The timidity he had when he entered the door just now suddenly faded a lot.
"Although I'm from Suyan, I grew up near Wancheng, which is a popular trading area. I'm quite knowledgeable and treat guests from all over the place with respect. During my ten years in Suyan, I've worked for over a dozen clients and have gained some experience in various industries. Besides, if there's anything that's inconvenient for Shopkeeper Yao to do, you can let me handle it. My appearance will create a clear distinction between us, so if there's any unpleasantness in the future, Shopkeeper Yao can stay out of it."
When these words were spoken, not only Yao Yi but even Xiao Nanhui was a little surprised.
She glanced at Yao Yi and knew that this calculating guy not only liked good-looking people, but also smart people.
Sure enough, the other party's expression eased a little.
"This mouth is actually a begging mouth."
When Xiao Nanhui heard this, he knew that things had taken a turn for the better, and he quickly struck while the iron was hot: "Take him in first, and the wages will be easy to negotiate. If he doesn't work well in the future, it won't be too late to make plans then."
"Go to the backyard and find Mr. Qiu. Tell him I sent you there. I'll come find you later. Before then, don't ask any questions. Everyone here is very busy and no one has time to chat with you."
Without waiting for Wu Xiaoliu to react, she had already pressed down the side of her head and kowtowed: "Why don't you thank Manager Yao quickly?!"
Wu Xiaoliu saluted in a daze and was taken away by a clever servant. Before leaving, he looked back at Xiao Nanhui every few steps, as if he was acting out a scene of "a mother worries about her son even when he is thousands of miles away."
Xiao Nanhui had no choice but to make some faces, hinting that they would meet plenty of times in the future, and the fat man finally walked away quietly.
Xiao Nanhui looked at Yao Yi's expression and was full of gratitude. He patted his chest and said: I will make up for the mushrooms I owe you today another day.
Seeing that she had no intention of leaving, Yao Yi sensed a hint of farewell in her voice.
"I've accepted your winter melon, so why are you still hanging around here? Are you afraid I'll turn around and stew him? Or...?"
"Um..." She suddenly looked a little embarrassed. Seeing this, Yao Yi snorted coldly and turned to leave. She quickly grabbed him and stammered, "Can you let me take a look at the place where you store books?"
As mentioned earlier, the high-end business of Wangchen Tower is closely related to Yao Yi's love of collecting calligraphy and paintings. Yao Yi has a wealth of connections like Wu Xing. Over the years, besides giving them away to distinguished guests and hosting banquets for their appreciation, many of them are still piled up in a warehouse-like room, which can be considered a major asset of Wangchen Tower.
Glancing at books and scrolls wasn't a big deal. But she had gotten the map of the ancient house wet during her trip to Huozhou, so even if she had done so once before, it felt like she had treaded on a nail when she brought it up again.
As expected, Yao Yi's expression began to change unpredictably. Just when she thought she was going to return empty-handed, the other party actually relented.
"Forget it, forget it. If I don't allow you this time, you'll probably be pestering me every day from now on." A bunch of golden keys inlaid with gems were stuffed into Xiao Nanhui's hand, showing the well-known aesthetic taste of the owner of Wangchen Tower. "Here are the keys. You've been to this place before. I want you to be the same when you go in and the same when you come out. Can you do it?"
Xiao Nanhui nodded vigorously, his eyes brimming with gratitude. He almost drew his dagger and swore an oath of blood. "Brother Yao, I am deeply moved by what you have done this time. It must be the mushrooms I have fed you over the years that have touched your heart of stone..."
Yao Yi pushed the woman away before she could say anything more disgusting.
"I'm busy now, don't bother me anymore."
Xiao Nanhui didn't mind this bad attitude at all. He hummed a little tune, shook his keys, and swaggered towards the backyard of Wangchen Building.
When people are busy working, time is always available.
When Xiao Nan returned to the library and began to look through the books, it was almost time to light the lamp; when she got up to add lamp oil, the moon was already high in the sky outside the window.
She looked from the desk to the small table and finally just lay on the floor, flipping through almost every picture album and ancient book, but she became more and more confused about the truth she wanted to find.
Based on the key information about "Puhuna" provided by Wu Xiaoliu, she searched various local chronicles and records of strange stories, but only found one name - Wushan.
The origins of Master Wu Shan are mysterious. Legend has it that the first recorded encounter with him was a century ago. He appeared alone on the surface of the Bo Yu Sea in the southern border, stepping on a giant sea beast and gracefully approaching through the waves.
"Puhuna" first appeared in the scriptures translated by him. Nowadays, monks who practice Buddhism call it "the appearance of all living beings" according to their wishes.
However, most of the records about the appearance of sentient beings in the scriptures were related to Buddhism, which seemed obscure and difficult to understand. The original meaning seemed far from the killers she had come into contact with. After flipping through them left and right, checking the classics, and exhausting herself, she found that she did not gain much.
Sighing, she didn't want to spend the whole night here, so she sorted out the books and scrolls that were spread all over the floor.
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