"Why are you so polite to me today?" Ye Nanyi followed Qin Yanzhou up to the second-floor compartment, took off his veil, and stared at Qin Yanzhou quietly, following him with great attentiveness.
"Look at what you said. You are the major shareholder of my restaurant, how dare I offend you. Here, your Junshan Silver Needle." Qin Yanzhou personally took the teapot from the waiter and provided very good service with a smile.
"Let's talk business. How is Ashan doing?" Ye Nanyi threw a silver note casually and asked lightly.
Qin Yanzhou was quick-eyed and quick-handed, grabbing the banknote accurately.
Take money from others and do things for them. With money in hand, Qin Yanzhou, who can do anything, put down the teapot, dragged a stool and sat next to Ye Nanyi, with a sincere expression:
"Your Highness, I've tried everything these days. But he just insists that the child is still alive. He won't speak until he sees him." Qin Yanzhou looked like he was crying and making a fuss, as if he was going to pull out a few of his hair.
"Gu Junwen is right. I have the blood of the Qiao family in my body, so I came." Ye Nanyi took a sip of tea, as if he thought of something, his pupils shrank slightly, and he suppressed his emotions.
"That's a method." Qin Yanzhou stroked his chin and suddenly smiled flatteringly, "Your Majesty, how much did you spend on the investigation these days?"
"Put it in the account, and I'll ask Lin Lin to get it for you later."
"Okay, then I'd like to thank you, Your Highness!" Qin Yanzhou's eyebrows danced with joy, and the corners of his lips were filled with uncontrollable happiness. He seemed to have been baptized by sublimation. "If Your Highness needs me, I will be there at your service."
"Then let's do it now. Come on, accompany me to meet that Ashan." Ye Nanyi put on his veil hat again and walked out of the teahouse.
"Okay, sir, please wait for me." Qin Yanzhou grabbed the silver note that Ye Nanyi gave him, ran down the teahouse following Ye Nanyi's receding figure, and headed towards Jiufang Street.
The old street has a history of several decades. The houses on both sides of the street have been in disrepair for a long time. The further you go in, the more dilapidated and desolate it looks. It is like a dark stain that abruptly pollutes the prosperity of Kyoto.
"Sir, I'll be honest with you. When I first came here, I was also shocked. I didn't expect there was such a place under the feet of the emperor. How should I put it? It's weird."
Qin Yanzhou, who was trying his best to please his "financial sponsor", was even trying to put on an impromptu talk show.
"How far is it?" Ye Nanyiyi's attention was not focused on the destination, and he was unwilling to even give Qin Yanzhou a look.
Tsk tsk, a ruthless man. Qin Yanzhou rolled his eyes secretly. But for the sake of the banknote, he can!
"We're almost there. Ashan's house is the northernmost room behind the small wooden door behind the dead banyan tree in front." Qin Yanzhou led the way and shielded Ye Nan from the curious gazes of the old ladies on the roadside.
"Cough cough." Ye Nanyi lowered his head and pushed open the wooden door that broke at the touch. He was choked by the dust and coughed non-stop. He was busy covering up the unpleasant smell and bumped into Qin Yanzhou's back.
He looked up: "Why is it you?"
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