Zhou Jing'an seemed to really think about it for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's been open for quite a while, but the owner changed during the period. Boss Qian only took over five years ago."
He picked up the teacup and took a sip. First he tasted the cool and refreshing frosty scent, then the refreshing tea aroma. It was indeed a good tea.
"Do you like it?" If she likes it, then we will always have some in the house.
Jiang Ling had no intention of tasting the tea, so she nodded perfunctorily, "It tastes good."
Then he asked, "Who is this Mr. Qian? Where is he from? Is he from Beijing?"
Zhou Jing'an was confused by her three consecutive questions and laughed, "Why are you so interested in Boss Qian today? Or does Ling'er want to do business?"
If she wants to do business, that's fine.
He remembered that there was a vacant shop on Junzhu Road and Ronghua Street, so he could see which one she liked and what kind of business she wanted to start.
Anyway, with him watching over her, she wouldn't lose all her money.
Jiang Ling shook her head, "I don't want to do business."
She doesn't have the business acumen.
She picked up a piece of cake and said with a smile, "I was just curious for a moment."
Zhou Jing'an nodded. "I don't know much about Mr. Qian's background. I only know that he's not from Beijing and came here with his wife and her family five years ago."
Jiang Ling roared in his heart, since you don’t understand, then go and check it out!
She couldn't just say that he was a bad man and might assassinate the emperor.
Forget it, she'll wait until she gets back and find someone to keep an eye on Qian Sidu, and tell Zhou Jing'an immediately if there's any unusual movement.
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Qian Sidu left the private room and went to visit two other prominent figures. Then he avoided the crowd and went straight to the utility room on the first floor.
After moving two tables, chairs and benches, a wooden door half a person's height was revealed. He took the key to open the door, and after ducking in, he saw a dark corridor inside.
There were dim candles on the walls. Walking through the corridor, there was a staircase leading to the underground.
This is an underground secret room.
As they walked deeper and deeper, the gentle smile on Qian Sidu's face completely faded, and his expression flickered in the candlelight.
Qian Sidu's steps were a little hurried, and beads of sweat were already oozing out of his forehead.
After arriving at the underground secret room, there is a square space with tables and chairs arranged just like in an ordinary room.
There was no one inside, but Qian Sidu breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked towards the antique display case and heard footsteps behind him.
A man dressed as a teahouse waiter came in and bowed to him.
Qian Sidu sat on the low couch and asked in a deep voice, "Afeng, what did you hear?"
The man called Afeng immediately knelt on the ground and replied in a trembling voice, "His guards were very alert and guarded the door of the private room. I only dared to pretend to pass by. I was afraid of being exposed, so I didn't dare to get close. They spoke in a very low voice, so... so..."
Qian Sidu sighed lightly and waved his hand to let him get up when he heard a voice from behind.
"It's really useless."
The voice was soft and vague, with a hint of sarcasm, but it made both of them feel their scalps tighten.
Qian Sidu quickly stood up and bowed respectfully. Afeng was also trembling like a sieve, lowering his head and not daring to speak.
"Your Highness." Qian Sidu bowed his head and addressed him respectfully.
The newcomer lazily sat on the low couch where Qian Sidu had just sat, and softly replied, "Hmm."
He waved his hand, signaling Qian Sidu to stand up.
Qian Sidu then dared to stand up and secretly glanced at the man.
He was tall and thin, with very fair skin, which looked even paler in this dimly lit underground chamber, but he looked like the pile of bones in a mass grave.
Realizing his own thoughts, Qian Sidu quickly calmed himself down and let this disrespectful association quickly fly out of his head.
The man supported his head lazily, ignoring Qian Sidu's gaze. He just looked at Afeng who was kneeling on the ground without saying a word.
He has deep eye sockets and long, slender eyes like willow leaves. He has a high nose bridge and thin lips. When the corners of his mouth are raised, they are pointed. However, he seems to be a ruthless and cold person.
If Jiang Ling were here, he would definitely recognize him.
You will recognize his deep, dark eyes, as if covered with a layer of mist.
He is the "famous doctor in Jiangnan" who went to Meng Mansion in Fuzhou - Chi Yu.
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He is Chi Yu, and he is not Chi Yu.
The famous doctor from Jiangnan who was originally scheduled to go to Meng Mansion was slow and stupid, so the person sent by Jiang Ling found out his ulterior motives after just a few words. He killed the person in a fit of rage, and because he was very curious about Jiang Ling, he disguised himself as him and went to Meng Mansion.
But those eyes can never be changed.
After the disguise, he looked about forty years old, a scholar dressed simply. In fact, he was just over thirty years old.
His surname is Pei and his given name is Yu.
He was a member of the royal family left over from the previous Dashun Dynasty and was named King Zhao.
Zhao means bright and brilliant.
It's an excellent word.
But if you mention King Zhao, people will be terrified, hated and afraid of him.
Just like when the previous emperor conferred the title of king on him, people all over the world felt that it was a waste and irony to apply this title to Pei Yu.
Just like his name, Yu, beautiful jade.
There is nothing on his body that can be called beautiful jade.
But people don’t often mention him nowadays because he is “dead”.
The last emperor of the previous dynasty was incompetent and the people were living in misery. Some people in the royal family had evil intentions and wanted to unite with the foreign tribe Nanzhao to seize the throne. However, they were defeated by Nanzhao. Not only did he fail to ascend the throne, but he also almost caused the destruction of the Dashun Dynasty. He himself was trampled by the Nanzhao cavalry on the battlefield, and his flesh and blood melted into the soil.
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