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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?

held out for a

Tang Mansion

push her nephew to finish things quickly and return as soon as possible so as

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

miles away from 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 made her a little worried, so she wrote

Three days had passed.

never known the patience of the thugs

Even when the pawnshop was closed, they still stood like logs, as if they

three days. Though he had left them a bag of grain for the New Year, he guessed it should be finished by

couplets to earn some money, but who knew he would lose a set of brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone and be pursued

Bai usually did not like to ask for help. Even when he accepted the position of clerk at Qingfeng Bank, he only had a nodding acquaintance with the shopkeeper

went up to the shopkeeper, and with

belonged to the Feng family of Xiling that owned Qingfeng Bank, was managed by Feng Dezheng, the in-law of the Feng family, who

gently put down the porcelain in his hand and looked at Mi Bai, who was bowing,

were incompatible, he loathed 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

here’s the thing.” Mi said, recounting the incident of the couplet writing

became more surprised as he listened and asked, “You say, the Righteous Gang is asking

is indeed a leader of the 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 out the house guards to drive away the hoodlums, so

Feng Dezheng waved his hand reassuringly, “Rest assured, leave this matter to

so agreeable. He had always thought that the shopkeeper didn’t like him; otherwise, he

is truly a warm-hearted boss. Mi Bai was grateful from the bottom of his

what he thought was just a foolish

head of a shop, he always believed that

mythical creatures, these were solid goods that you couldn’t haggle over. If the pawn

peace in Xiling made the sons of many prominent families love landscape and freehand brushwork, but there could only be so many renowned names in

could sell for upwards of ten thousand gold, and they are hard to

willing to pay a lot of money for calligraphy and painting, but were unable to distinguish the quality. They only know works