"Ah, disgusting, why are there so many Yakuza from the Qingshui clan?"

"Who knows..."

"They seem to be looking for someone."

"We're just looking for one person, but why do we need to mobilize so many troops..."

"God knows, let's go, let's not get close to them."

A large number of passers-by passed Qingdeng and others in a hurry and walked quickly in the opposite direction to Qingdeng and others.

The Qingshui clan... At this critical moment, when he suddenly heard this name, Qingden couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly and his expression became solemn.

After walking for a while, Qingdeng looked forward intently——

"Hey, you!"

"Excuse me! My lord! Please, what do you do for me?"

"Don't be nervous, I just want to ask you a question - have you ever seen the person in the portrait?"

"No, no..."

"Have you seen the man in the portrait?"

"No..."

"Tsk! Damn it! Take a closer look! Have you really never seen it?!"

"Oh, my lord! I swear to Buddha! I really have never seen him!"

…

On the street ahead, a large number of young people with fierce appearances and wolf-like temperaments suddenly appeared.

Because of the severe cold weather, everyone among them was wearing thick clothes.

However, even so, colorful tattoos can still be seen from their exposed skin on their necks, backs of hands, ankles and other places.

Roughly speaking, there are about 20 people.

Although there were a large number of people, they didn't seem to be here to fight or cause trouble.

I saw them each holding a portrait in their hands and asking every passerby along the street.

The questions asked are all the same - have you seen the person in the portrait?

Although as the grassroots governance ability of the Edo shogunate became more and more collapsed, the Yakuza, who lost effective control, became more and more arrogant, but they were not yet so arrogant that they dared to commit violence against innocent people in broad daylight and in public.

Therefore, although the Yakuza of the Qingshui clan were quite rude in their questioning tone, they were not too rude.

"Hey! You three! Those three wearing bamboo hats!"

Qingdeng followed the reputation of shouting.

"Are you talking about us?"

"Yes! I'm talking about you!"

A tall, thick, and hairy man who looked like an orangutan in both body shape and hair volume walked straight towards Qingdeng and the others.

Whether it's Zuo Nazi or Souji, they both make people on the street turn around.

After all, the former is "the most beautiful woman in Edo", while the latter is a beautiful boy who can make young girls and people of all walks of life obsessed with him in appearance.

It would be too conspicuous if the two of them followed Qingdeng carelessly and without any cover.

So, they all followed Qingdeng's example and wore low-brimmed hats that could completely cover their faces.

"Is something wrong?"

Qingdeng pressed the bamboo hat on his head.

"It's nothing! I just want to ask you a question!"

The orangutan said as he handed the portrait in his hand to Qingdeng and others.

"Have you ever seen the man in the portrait?"

Qingdeng lowered his gaze and glanced at the portrait in the orangutan's hand - in an instant, his brows suddenly jumped.

At this time, the two girls also raised their heads towards each other.

A look of astonishment appeared on Zuo Nazi's cheeks.

The director-general even said directly:

"This man's chin... is so fat..."

It’s no wonder that Qingdeng and others reacted like this.

The person in the painting... to put it more elegantly, looks very much like Picasso's painting.

To put it in plain, simple and direct terms... is this really a chin that humans can grow?

I can see that the person in the painting is about 30 to 40 years old, and the parts above the mouth are normal.

Ordinary eyes, ordinary nose, ordinary ears...

But the area below the mouth... is quite scary.

To be more precise, his chin is quite scary.

His chin is huge.

The wide and fat chin looked as if it had been stung by hundreds of bees.

According to Qingdeng's personal estimation, he felt that the man's chin in the painting was nearly twice as big as the upper half of his face.

Such a huge difference in proportions makes this person's entire face look like a melon that is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom.

While Qingdeng and others were still deeply shocked by such a strange appearance, the orangutan asked again:

"How? Have you ever seen this person?"

Perhaps it was because Qingdeng and others had not spoken for a long time, but this time there was a clear hint of impatience in the orangutan's tone.

Qingden shook his head gently.

"Never seen it."

Zuo Nazi and Souji also shook their heads.

"What! Since I haven't seen it before, answer it quickly! Don't waste everyone's time!"

The orangutan left cursing.

Qingdeng also ignored the orangutan's rudeness.

He was neither interested in knowing who the person in the painting was, nor was he interested in knowing why the Yakuza of the Qingshui clan were looking for this "old man".

After Qingden glanced at the orangutan that was retreating, he led Zonazi and Souji and continued to march straight towards the location of the sun house.

…

…

"arrive……"

Qingdeng raised his head and looked up at the plaque above his head with the three characters "Sunlight Room" engraved on it.

A three-story majestic house with a big word "money" painted on the black door curtain.

At first glance, it looks like a private bank that can be seen everywhere.

However, if you listen carefully for a moment, you can hear the vicious shouts coming from inside the room:

"Old lady! I told you so! We are fucking businessmen! We will only lend money to people who can repay the loan! You are so damn old, you might kick your legs and burp your butt tomorrow! This makes

How can we loan you money with confidence?”

"If you really want money, just use the deed of your house to offset it! What? If you can't repay the loan, the deed will be gone, and the whole family will have to sleep on the street? Isn't this fucking natural?! Even if you dare to destroy your family,

, you don’t even have the courage to be homeless, what the hell are you borrowing and doing business?!”

"We are a fucking private bank, not a fucking house for girls! We don't buy women! Even if you give us your daughters, wives, and mothers, we won't give you a penny!"

…

While listening to the various shouts, Qingdeng opened the door curtain and stepped into the house.

The scene inside the house was much livelier than Qingdeng had imagined.

The first floor of the sunroom is the office.

To the south is the main door, to the east are the stairs leading to the second floor, to the west are empty walls, and to the north are four counters arranged neatly. The interior layout is very much like the bank hall in Qingdeng's previous life.

However, there was no young woman sitting behind the counter wearing black silk high-heeled shoes, a beautiful silk scarf around her neck, and an exquisite uniform. There was only an irritable old man who was astonishingly "pretty" when he opened his mouth.

People who come to repay money or borrow money come from the Five Elements and Eight Works.

There are samurai with double swords on their waists, farmers with honest appearance, businessmen with rich clothes, craftsmen with white sweat scarves on their foreheads, Yakuza with dragons and phoenixes, and tourists with the smell of travel.

female……
To be continued...