Feng Qing sat in the guest house expressionless.

She was thinking about a problem.

Although she knew that her colleagues sometimes had wild imaginations, especially the little white who was about to enter the second-year period, it was still a bit too much to just casually give her a mask and ask her to play a hero cosplay.

Feng Qing looked at the mask seriously and threw it aside. She thought that although she had played with this thing when she was in college, and later relied on it to make a living at work, it was too much to just casually tell her to kill someone.

She was not someone who could easily become a second-year student.

Feng Qing took off her mask and picked up the newspaper beside her to read. By the way, the gangster who had disappeared and whom she was particularly worried about some time ago suddenly came back recently. In Feng Qing's opinion, this was almost like seeing a suppository after being constipated for three days.

Although the newspaper that Feng Qing read often said bad things about the gangster, it was obvious that the editor of the newspaper was relieved that the gangster had returned this time, and his tone was not so sarcastic.

It is said that the gangster lives in their Jiangnan area. With this gangster around, the group of people in the moment dare not come here casually. Although the gangster is a bit of a homebody, his ideas are still very tricky, and the people in the moment know that he is not easy to mess with.

Feng Qing was once again grateful that she traveled to Jiangnan when she traveled.

As the saying goes, it is good to lean against a big tree to enjoy the shade. Feng Qing is very good at being a bug leaning against a big tree. When the sky falls, the tall one will hold it up. Feng Qing has great respect for this saying.

Although the tone of this mainstream tabloid was slightly softened because the boss did not escape on the battlefield, it did not say anything good after all. There was a slight accusation in the tone. Feng Qing threw this newspaper down and picked up another one.

The main content of each newspaper is different. This point has been pointed out to us in the UK many years ago, so the newspaper in Feng Qing's hand now is very different.

This is a small tabloid, one level lower than the previous tabloids. It mainly focuses on gossip, love between men and women, neighborhood quarrels, and all kinds of unconfirmed gossip. It has the flavor of a gossip tabloid that is loved by the public.

Feng Qing likes to read this stuff, so she specially subscribed to an extra copy, and never missed an issue. Sometimes she couldn't eat without reading it.

She glanced at the wording on the tabloid, [A certain big boss who mysteriously disappeared not long ago and returned many days later was actually visiting the grave of his old friend who had passed away many years ago?], and thought to herself, what kind of gossip style is this? With a little modification, she can come up with a standard Jianghu style abusive love story.

This tabloid often likes to come up with such weird headlines, and this big guy is actually treated quite well there, there are no critical voices, but sometimes he always seems to have a kind of miserable character.

Although the local novel industry in ancient times was far from being as developed as it is now, Feng Qing thinks that their editor is very good, and the things he writes are often very authentic.

She took a sip of tea, and then took a long breath.

"Alas, the world is so lively, but it's a pity that the liveliness belongs to them, and I have nothing."

Feng Qing just put down the teacup, and suddenly heard the voices of several people coming from the door.

"Is anyone there? Guests are coming, a few distinguished guests."

"Here they are." Feng Qing put down the teacup and shouted at the door.

"Who is this person? He speaks so arrogantly. I've been here for several months, and I haven't met anyone so arrogant."

She put her cell phone in her pocket and walked downstairs slowly. As soon as she reached the stairs, she ran into several of her employees.

"Huh? Why are you standing in a row?" Feng Qing asked curiously, "The New Year is over, and there are so many customers. Don't you want your wages?"

The group of customers looked at Feng Qing, as if they wanted to say something but stopped for a second.

Feng Qing looked at the row of employees who looked like mascots, calmly pushed them away, and then went downstairs by himself.

...

After watching the shopkeeper go down, the employees looked at each other, and instantly lost the quiet atmosphere and began to chatter.

"What should we do? Should we call Hua Chaodu back?" Feng Xiruo asked.

"How can you be so scared? You want to run away whenever something happens." Chu Changzui rolled his eyes. "In my opinion, calling Hua Chaodu back is useless. He has been tied up recently."

"However, Feng Xiruo was right." Li Qi frowned and said, "Feng Xiruo is really far-sighted in this regard."

Feng Xiruo, who was praised by him, did not feel happy at all.

"I knew they would come, but I didn't expect them to come so soon." Feng Xiruo sighed softly.

Just as they were whispering, a group of guests sneaked into the lobby on the first floor and the corridor on the second floor.

When Feng Qing walked out of the house, countless people's eyes were focused on her, and everyone's eyes were shining with an inexplicable light.

When Feng Qing walked out of the house and slowly came to the lobby, many people held their breath and looked there without blinking.

Feng Qing herself may not have any feelings, but people inside and outside the inn have already cast their eyes here.

Standing at the door were several people who looked quite fierce, and the most important thing was that each of them had a knife.

The knife was about one meter long, and it was directly carried on the back. It looked really scary, but Feng Qing just stood in front of the group of people so calmly, looking at them expressionlessly.

"They met." Li Qi said suddenly.

"Yeah." Feng Xiruo rubbed his forehead and said, "What exactly... is the shopkeeper planning? You have followed the shopkeeper for the longest time, can you guess anything?"

"I don't know either." Li Qi shook his head.

They and other guests gathered here, not because they were idle.

It was precisely because they knew what the group of people downstairs were doing that they lay down on the upper floor to watch at this time.

During this period of time, many people came to the inn, and the waiters of the inn always felt that something might happen, especially Feng Xiruo.

He once told Li Qi privately that so many people gathered around, which was not a good thing for the inn.

After all, Li Qi and others were not scheming people. They were different from a young master from an aristocratic family with a solid background like Feng Xiruo. Perhaps Feng Xiruo was the only one in the entire inn who could see clearly what consequences this incident would bring.

"Do you know why the reputation of the shopkeeper in the underworld is not so good?" He once asked the other people in the inn, and everyone shook their heads in confusion.

"Because the shopkeeper has killed too many people?" Li Qi said.

"Because the shopkeeper looks down on them?" An Huoshaxi said.

"Because the shopkeeper is unwilling to communicate with other people in the underworld?" Chu Changzui guessed.

"Among the three of you, only Chu Changzui's words are a little bit reliable. Of course, if Hua Jing was here, he would be able to tell it quickly."

Feng Xiruo looked at the group of guys in front of him who were full of murderous thoughts, and rolled her eyes silently in her heart.

"The shopkeeper is very strong, or too strong, but she has never had any connection with any sect in the martial arts world. The people in those sects are afraid of her and hate her."

"They won't let such a knife that they don't control fall into the open."

"But, haven't they done anything so far? At most, they just sent some people to the inn to collect some information secretly." An Huoshaxi asked.

"That's the method they will use when they think the shopkeeper has no ability to threaten their ability." Feng Xiruo said.

"Before this, although the shopkeeper was also very scary in their hearts, she was ultimately not in their eyes. Do you know why?"

There was silence in the inn. Feng Xiruo gave the answer before they could speak, "Because at that time the shopkeeper just wanted to stay quietly in the inn. She was unwilling to go out and had never had any contact with other people. In their view, this was the shopkeeper's unwillingness to get involved in the world, or she was afraid of them."

"But it's different now, because many people have come here." Feng Xiruo said, "They all decided to come here because of the shopkeeper."

Li Qi suddenly raised his head and said, "Just like me?"

"Yes, just like us." Feng Xiruo nodded.

Just like the staff of the inn.

No one came here for any special reason. To put it bluntly, most people came here to seek refuge.

Not only the staff, but also those who were new to the town.

The shopkeeper was really a very strange person. Most people in the underworld were afraid to avoid her,

but she was not afraid at all. Although she had never taken any special care of this group of people, it must be said that because of the strange "rule" set by the shopkeeper, when they gathered here, this group of people who had been living in the open air felt a sense of security for the first time.

"But, we came here just because we want to live here, and the shopkeeper just took us in. What does this have to do with the shopkeeper..." An Huoshaxi beside her muttered.

However, this time, no one else in the inn said anything, and their hearts were all cold.

Because everyone finally understood the unfinished meaning of Feng Xiruo's words.

For the shopkeeper, taking in and protecting this group of people is already a huge trouble.

...

Feng Qing looked at the big brothers in front of her. Although she didn't entertain guests much, it was obvious that the employees were in a wild mood during the New Year and didn't want to go to work. Feng Qing could understand.

In the first week after she started working after the Chinese New Year, she had to tie a straw man behind her back every day. Anyway, she had nothing to do, so she did it herself.

"Excuse me, are you the shopkeeper here?" The man in the lead asked in a loud voice.

"Yes, it's me. What's the matter?" Feng Qing said.

"We are going to eat here." The man said fiercely, "Are there any seats?"

At this time, all eyes upstairs and downstairs were focused on the shopkeeper. Everyone seemed to be waiting for the shopkeeper's words, and this sentence might be the final verdict.

After everyone waited for a long time, they heard the shopkeeper speak, and her voice was still as indifferent as ever.

"Yes, I have reserved seats for so many people."