Chapter 269 A Clue
"As for the fifth one..." Qin Zhaoyue looked at the God of Wealth's skull.
"In this gray industry, you control the funds, and that East Market Pawnshop handles the money.
Then you talk about the in-laws who are not related at all, the industries that are secretly controlled, the staff... and so on.
Is there a person or a place like this where funds can be centralized?"
Caishenkuan subconsciously clenched the wheelchair armrests and hesitated for a long time before speaking: "It's possible."
Qin Zhaoyue's face immediately darkened.
"After holding it in for so long, you finally say this? Are you kidding?
Leniency for those who confess, severity for those who resist, or do you want to try our methods?"
The God of Wealth felt aggrieved.
He had actually guessed this a long time ago, and in order to find a way out for himself, he had been secretly investigating this "white" line.
Once exposed, you will be shattered to pieces.
The leader of the Nine Gates is nothing more than a puppet pushed to the front, and there is nothing he cannot do or kill.
Therefore, the God of Wealth was extremely careful and never relied on anyone else. He unraveled countless details and finally found a clue.
Now he was asked to just give it away? How could he be willing to accept that?
"Everyone, I have found some clues, but I am not sure whether they are useful.
But the effort and hard work put into it cannot be expressed in a few words.
I want a guarantee, a guarantee that can keep me alive!"
Well, Qin Zhaoyue agreed in her heart, and if she were in his place, she would have asked for something too.
But... how do I give him this thing? I was originally planning to kill him...
At this moment, Dou Zuan took out a token and carried it in front of the God of Wealth's skull with his true energy.
The three-inch black iron was cold-forged into a narrow willow leaf shape, with serrated dark patterns on the edges, giving it a matte blue-gray luster, and a pattern of the Big Dipper engraved on the front.
The moment he saw the pattern on the token clearly, the upper half of the God of Wealth's head fell on the table.
"I am not feeling well, please forgive me."
Xuanji Guard, it’s really the Xuanji Guard token!
The God of Wealth's heart was like a raging storm.
Although I had guessed it before, I couldn't contain my excitement when it was confirmed.
If he could get the protection of Xuanji Guard, it would be much safer than finding clues and surviving on his own.
Dou Zuan took back the token, and at this point it was actually no different from playing an open game.
What he could guess didn't need to be verified, but what he couldn't guess...could the God of Wealth's skull possibly leak information right under his nose? So he didn't hesitate when he took out the token.
"If I can protect Guiya, I can naturally protect your life as well. Xuanji Guard informant, is that enough?"
"Enough! It's my good fortune, my good fortune!"
The God of Wealth didn't even dare to fight. At this point, it would be a joke to talk about any other conditions.
That’s not all. Who can command the Xuanji Guards in the Divine Martial Realm?
Strength is the most important thing in Xuanji Guards, but the leader is obviously not at a high level.
The eldest princess went north, and the only people who matched her age were three, four, and six. Plus, her speaking style...
"I pay my respects to the Sixth Prince!"
Cai Shenlu admitted that there was an element of gambling in his behavior, but showing his own value was the first priority at this time.
"Wow, you're quite perceptive. Can you speak now?"
Qin Zhaoyue neither admitted nor denied it and went straight to the point.
The God of Wealth raised his upper body and immediately began to explain.
The amount of money flowing through the "white" side of the aristocratic family would definitely not be less than what he had in his hands, and it had nothing to do with the gray industry, so his first guess was the bank.
Most bill shops are established relying on the reputation of large chambers of commerce and mostly do local business.
There are more than ten large-scale bill-collecting companies in Beijing, and dozens of small and medium-sized ones. It is common for them to borrow money from each other.
In addition, with stations established in different markets, it is easy to imagine how difficult it is to find out which one of them is responsible without being exposed.
As for his clue, it came from a down-and-out scholar.
He failed the exam and was devastated, so he started drinking and gambling.
How could the casino in the area miss such an opportunity? After a night of indulgence, the scholar lost all his pants and even owed money for gambling.
When the scholar woke up from his hangover, he had no recollection of the incident, and the casino in the neighborhood deliberately didn't rush to collect the money until the interest had accumulated to several hundred taels.
When the debt collector came to collect the debt, the scholar was dumbfounded. The result was predictable: his house was ransacked and his property was confiscated.
Logically speaking, the property and property deeds collected from the casinos in the area as debts would not go through the Jiumen account, but would go directly to the pawnshop in the East Market.
After all, Jiumen appears to be clean and only does "legal" business.
The God of Wealth only has the right to control funds secretly and will not pass them over to his own hands, but where there are people, there will be accidents.
A small leader of the Qing Gang who was in charge of confiscating houses secretly stole some things during the search.
This is also a customary practice: the people at the top eat meat and the people below drink soup.
The bulk of the business was the house deed. What valuable belongings could a poor scholar have?
Everyone knows it, and they turn a blind eye to it.
The little leader secretly presented the thing he had peeked at, which was an ancient book, "Heluo Chenwei Tukao" from the previous dynasty.
This book was banned in the previous dynasty, and very few copies remain, making it quite valuable.
The scholar originally wanted to use the book to pay off his debt, but he only shouted half a sentence before the clever little leader suppressed him and handed it to the head of the God of Wealth.
The God of Wealth came up with an idea and severely reprimanded him for breaking the rules.
However, in view of his loyalty, he gave him a small reward and promised that as long as he handed it over according to the rules, he would not pursue the matter.
After that, the God of Wealth Skull did not ask any questions and pretended not to know about this matter. However, for some time afterwards, he showed his interest in various ancient books.
He didn't dare to conduct any investigation and only dared to make this kind of "idle chess" attempt.
But hard work pays off, and about three months later I really got the news:
"Heluo Prophecies and Wei Tukao" appeared at a small private auction.
"That's a pawnshop, Yanfufang, Yongyuan Pawnshop."
After finishing the story, Qin Zhaoyue waited for a moment, "That's it?"
The God of Wealth's head almost spat out another mouthful of blood, which made his blood surge up. His face looked better than before when he was as pale as paper.
"I dare not reveal any flaws, otherwise I will be killed in an instant."
What did he dare to say? Did he dare to complain or something? In the end, he could only explain himself.
"Okay."
Qin Zhaoyue spread his hands, his eyes were flushed, and it seemed that no other information could be squeezed out. A clue was better than nothing.
In Chengyuan, all the distinguished guests were driven away.
At this time, Guiya took over completely, and with the assistance of Xuanjiwei whose identity was hidden, there was no problem at all.
Qin Zhaoyue and his party came to the ground.
She felt sad because she was not so close to the treasure mountain but could not get anything.
Dou Zuan assigned people to do the four things he had previously instructed. As for the fifth thing, no one present could decide to follow up.
They found a quiet courtyard, and Chengyuan's fine wine and delicious food were served. Qin Zhaoyue and Sui Mo ate and drank for free.
He glanced at Dou Zan who was not willing to sit down at the table not far away, took a sip of wine and said slowly:
"Hey, who's that, tell me about the Divine Martial Realm.
It’s no use listening to me, I’ll teach you how to chase girls.”
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
