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Chapter 120: Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen: Buried

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Mi Bai sprinted ahead, several stout men chasing him. Every time they were about to catch up, they would see the scholar shrink his body and squeeze into a small alley or between people, surrounded by imminent dangers.

Luckily, the new branch of Qingfeng Bank was not far from Fengqing Alley. In just a short while, they saw the main entrance of the shop.

The scholar continued his momentum, running directly into the pawnshop, leaving the men who were chasing him to glance at each other in confusion.

Even though the Righteous Gang had a huge reputation in the markets, they still felt an inner unease when it came to these family-run enterprises.

Especially well-established ones like Qingfeng Bank, they were suddenly unencouraged to pursue.

When Zhang Kuo, clutching his nose, arrived, he saw his men standing across the street from Qingfeng Bank, staring at the pawnshop like simpletons.

“Are you goddamn wooden-headed?” Zhang Kuo, his nasal bridge broken, cursed at them in a muffled voice.

An attentive subordinate saw Zhang Kuo arrive and whispered, “Boss, he ran into Qingfeng Bank.”

Zhang Kuo looked at the signboard of Qingfeng Bank, hated in his heart, and said viciously: “Two of you stand guard at the front, and the others go to the back. I do not believe that he will not come out.”

He did not believe that a poor scholar could have any connection with Qingfeng Bank. When the pawnshop closed, would the kid still be able to stay inside?

Mi Bai, on his holiday, entered the pawnshop and after greeting the shopkeeper, he went up to the second floor, opened a small window, and saw that the gang of thugs was squatting right across the pawnshop.

He felt bitter. It wasn’t for himself, but for those children. In this freezing winter, those children hiding in the abandoned courtyard depended on his charity to survive. If he was blocked in the shop, what would happen to them?

they held out for a day and didn’t see

Tang Mansion

family letter from Middle Ying City was in Xu Shuhui’s hands, urging her to push

year had passed since she had not even seen Xu Lao. What was she

Longzhou. Even if traveling at the pace of a spiritual beast, it would only take three months to arrive. But the nephew’s prolonged absence

Three days had passed.

known the patience of the thugs to be

was the front door or the back door, the thugs on guard had never left. Even when the pawnshop was closed, they still stood like logs, as if they were determined to

hadn’t gone to give the children food for three days. Though he had left them a bag of grain for the New

few door couplets to earn some money, but who knew he would lose a set of brushes,

Even when he accepted the position of clerk at Qingfeng Bank, he only had a nodding acquaintance with the shopkeeper and other staff. But now with bad people

and with a

Xiling that owned Qingfeng

hand and looked at Mi Bai, who was bowing, saying lightly,

a decent scholar like Mi Bai to the core, especially as he never sent any gifts during festivals while being outwardly respectful. This showed he didn’t regard Feng Dezheng highly. Now that he has encountered a problem, he

thing.” Mi said, recounting the incident of the couplet writing and the

asked, “You say, the Righteous Gang is asking you to forge

Righteous Gang, and he has been lying in wait outside the shop for three days.” The scholar’s request was simple: he just wanted the shopkeeper to send

Dezheng waved his hand reassuringly, “Rest assured, leave this

that the shopkeeper didn’t like him; otherwise, he wouldn’t have

others by oneself is a mistake. This is truly a warm-hearted boss. Mi Bai was grateful from the bottom of

Dezheng didn’t expect that what he thought was just a foolish scholar actually had

he always believed that the most profitable things were calligraphy and

you couldn’t haggle over. If the pawn shop didn’t accept them, he could find

the price drastically. The long-standing peace in Xiling made the sons of many prominent families love landscape and freehand brushwork, but there could

could sell for upwards of ten thousand gold, and they

who pretend to appreciate fine arts were willing to pay a lot of money for calligraphy and painting, but were unable to distinguish the quality. They