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Chapter 13 Really Good Sword

Yang Yanguang looked at Duan Mingyu in a joke: "From my years of experience in looking at the world, this Qihou will definitely not give up."

Duan Mingyu rolled his eyes. Is this still necessary for you? I can even think of it with my knees: "Old Xu, what should I do? With our three melons and two dates, isn't enough for someone to have a dish?"

Xu Zuye nodded: "Brother Duan is quite enlightened. I believe that this Qihou Zhang will not be willing to settle things. If he insists on being aggressive, what would you do?"

Duan Mingyu said: "The soldiers come and the generals come and the generals come and the water comes and the soil covers the earth!"

Xu Zuye said: "Where is your soldier? How can you hide this flood?"

Duan Mingyu's head was whispering, and he kept paced in the room. After several twists and turns, Duan Mingyu had a great determination and said, "Brother Xu is a little restless. I think that facing the powerful Zhang Qihou and the powerful Yangwei Escort Agency, we cannot rely solely on ourselves, we have to rely on external forces."

Xu Zuye nodded and said, "Yes, we can't beat it!"

I'm dizzy, Lao Xu, why are you talking sarcastic? I finally got so proud, don't you have to be so honest.

Duan Mingyu glanced at him and said, "If the eldest brother is telling the truth and Lord Cheng Zhiyuan is a good official, we might as well get close to the governor Cheng Zhiyuan. After all, this is the only person in Bianliang City who can beat Yangwei's escort agency!"

"Yes, but we have never had a friendship with governor Cheng, and people may not meet us." Xu Zuye was still doing the work to extinguish Duan Mingyu's passion little by little.

Fortunately, I knew each other, and Duan Mingyu sighed as if he had put down a huge rock in his heart.

"I am not talented, and I have some friendship with Lord Cheng, not to mention as the saying goes, money can make ghosts. As long as we show enough sincerity, I believe Lord Cheng Zhiyuan will become a loud sign for us." Duan Mingyu patted his chest and said.

Yang Yanguang said: "But how could a honest official accept bribes?"

Duan Mingyu said: "Who said I was going to bribe? I honestly tell you that the more honest the official is, the less money he is, but he has backbone. Although our bribery cannot work, if we can help the governor, as long as we let Lord Cheng owe us a favor, I believe that Lord Cheng will give us some moral protection without violating the law. With the governor's sign, Yangwei Escort Agency will be a little afraid."

Yang Yanguang said: "By the title of governor, it can indeed shock some villains, but this is just a temporary solution."

Duan Mingyu said: "Huang Chao has just been defeated and retreated to Shandong. However, I believe that the defeat will bring a lot of wandering people. At that time, we only need to recruit some to serve as a guard, and I believe we can deal with the Yangwei Escort Agency."

Yang Yanguang laughed: "Although the gap between the Yangwei Escort Agency is still very far, this has narrowed the disproportionate situation between the two. Brother Duan is extremely wise, and I believe you will definitely not be a person in the pool in the future."

Duan Mingyu said: "Where, where, some subtle plans cannot be seen by the old man."

Duan Mingyu looked at the sunset that was about to set. The night was approaching, and life was like this. I wanted to make a living, but I didn’t let me feel at ease. I was forced to do this! I heard that when a person repeatedly stepped into the same river, both this river and this person were different. I wonder how the long river of history would be different in this world!

Duan Mingyu changed his words and asked, "Does it be necessary to deal with officials. Brother Xu, how much money does it have in our account?"

Duan Mingyu has always been a person who counts money until his hands cramps and wakes up naturally when he sleeps. He has never added up his wealth. But in general, it is because he is too much money that makes the blame. Duan Mingyu comforted himself.

Xu Zuye said: "A total of 2,367 taels and 72 texts."

"So much?" Duan Mingyu asked in surprise.

Xu Zuye glanced at Duan Mingyu with contempt: "Aren't you so happy to count money on weekdays? Why don't you even know your own property!"

Duan Mingyu's old face turned red, scratched the back of her head, and smiled embarrassedly: "Haha, I was in several moods, that's all, that's all."

After saying that, Duan Mingyu's face turned up: "Brother Xu, I will go to see Lord Cheng tomorrow. This matter is related to whether we can still gain a foothold in Bianliang in the future. We must make full use of our capital."

Xu Zuye wiped the sweat from his forehead: "What? What did you say? I want to go too? If I can't do it, I won't go even if I beat it to death. I can't even go after my eloquence for a long time. I can't afford it if I annoyed the governor."

Duan Mingyu looked at Xu Zuye thoughtfully and smiled on the surface: "Old Xu, it's great, very good to be able to clearly recognize his own mistakes. I must follow me in the future, learn more, and strive to be a good young man who is useful to society and the country. Oh, no, it's a good middle-aged man." Xu Zuye was surprised to have not quarreled with Duan Mingyu.

Duan Mingyu felt very puzzled. What Xu Zuye’s eyes just now showed was a dull look without any worries.

Could it be that Lao Xu and Cheng Zhiyuan have anything to do? Forget it, I’m too lazy to think about it. I’ll just go to the dragon’s and tiger’s den tomorrow. This Lao Xu is really not loyal enough. Alas, the world is getting worse and worse!

The sun is bright tonight, and the clouds are turning to sunny tonight.

Duan Mingyu had to visit Cheng Zhilong Grand Governor early in the morning. Duan Mingyu sighed: "I hope this clean governor Cheng is really a good official."

In my past memory, Cheng Zhiyuan and Duan Mingyu were indeed good friends, but there were many kinds of friends, including friends of wine and meat, friends of gentlemen, friends of common people, friends of slashing their necks...

Duan Mingyu and Cheng Zhiyuan were the governors who were honest and wise and brave; the other was the top scholar who was talented and had poor luck.

Duan Mingyu sighed. Although I, Duan, had never failed for more than decades, I, had no confidence in the face of this famous governor Cheng.

When I arrived at the yard, I saw that the old man Yang Yanguang had already gotten up and was dancing with his sword, and it was so dazzling.

Duan Mingyu clapped hard: "Good sword (sincere), good sword (sincere), Mr. Yang really practices good sword (sincere)!"

Yang Yanguang looked back at Duan Mingyu, and saw that he was wearing white clothes, which really had the scent of a talented man in Jiangnan: "Brother Duan praised it. Although my swordsmanship is good, it is only used to strengthen the body and is not powerful."

Duan Mingyu said: "The old man is wrong. The ultimate purpose of practicing martial arts is to strengthen the body. However, the villains in the world today went astray and used them to do bad things, rob the family and do everything they want. I think it is because Wude has not kept up with the progress of martial arts." Haha, don't think I can't practice cheapness, it's a lot of things to say.

Yang Yanguang seemed to have realized it suddenly and bowed deeply to Duan Mingyu: "Brother Duan is indeed a noble person, and I am deeply impressed."
Chapter completed!
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