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Volume 3: Standing on the White Clouds Chapter 43: The Opened Letter

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    I don't know where I am in a dark secret room, with several flames floating around, like will-o'-the-wisps, vaguely illuminating everything around me.  The layout in the secret room is quite simple. Apart from a stone bed, there are no tables or chairs. At this time, there is an old man with white hair and beard sitting on the stone bed with his eyes closed. His posture is like a martial arts master meditating.  "Dong dong" With a knock on the door, the old man's closed eyes opened instantly, a ray of light burst out from his eyes, and immediately returned to normal. He took a breath and said calmly: "Come in.  "A figure wrapped in black cloth pushed in the door and looked at the old man respectfully, with a hint of fear in his eyes, "I am reporting to you, the people below have intercepted a letter from the Shangri-La Hotel.  "Oh?" The old man took the letter from the man in black and read it for a long time. There was a trace of surprise on his face. These guys were so smart. They figured out the clues so quickly. After thinking about it for a while, the old man looked at it.  He folded the letter and handed it back, "Put it back intact. Be careful with the sealing so that no one can see any signs of being opened." "Yes." The man in black bowed.  I was a little confused about the old man's decision, but it was not my turn to intervene in these matters, as long as I did my duty.  "Hehe, no wonder the owner of the valley cares so much about Shangri-La. It turns out it's not because the dishes there are unique, but" There was a murmur, the old man slowly closed his eyes, and the secret room returned to its previous calm.  ················ Yu Zimo has been extremely busy these two days. He has to go to the Bachelor's Mansion during the day and runs between the two stores at night. The young steward sent by Yang Ye  After passing all his interviews, they were all transferred to Qingyi Training Company for further studies.  As for the 100 million taels of silver, Yu Zimo handed it all to Shangguan Yue. He still remembers Shangguan Yue's shock when he gave the silver to the other party. In fact, even his own hand holding the gold ticket kept shaking. It was so big  The amount of money was really the first time I had seen him, so he asked the other party to put it in the bank as soon as possible tomorrow morning, so that he could feel at ease in his heart.  On this day, Yu Zimo happened to be leaving the bachelor's palace with Mu Baiyi, so he asked the carriage to take him back first. After this period of interaction, the two became good friends who talked about everything. Mu Baiyi's diligent study,  Yu Zimo admired him endlessly, and his "full literary talent" also made the other party feel inferior.  On the way back to Nancheng District, Yu Zimo asked a lot about the Southern District, whether it was the living conditions of the residents or other trivial matters. Mu Baiyi was greatly surprised. He didn't know that the boss of Shangri-La asked  What's the point of any of this.  "Bai Yi, if I want to buy a piece of land in the South District, do you think the residents will agree to move." After basically understanding the situation, a flash of light flashed in Yu Zimo's eyes, and an idea suddenly came to his mind. In fact, the first  The first time he helped Mu Baiyi's mother see a doctor, Yu Zimo looked at the densely packed and dilapidated houses in Nancheng District. He thought about some problems, but he didn't pay attention to them at the time, so he left them alone.  "Buying land? It should be a bit difficult. Where will they live without their ancestral home?" Mu Baiyi frowned slightly. He would not sell it. After all, it is not that easy to find another place to live in the capital.  .  "If I help them solve their housing problem, can I still compensate them with a sum of money?" Hearing this, Mu Baiyi and Li Gongming in the carriage looked at Yu Zimo with strange expressions. This guy can't be doing business.  You must be a fool to do this kind of loss-making business.  "Of course this will be sold." He glanced at Yu Zimo angrily. Mu Baiyi was now sure that this guy had made too much money and was heartbroken.  After getting the definite answer, Yu Zimo nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that both ancient people and modern people had the same interests. What he was most afraid of was the emergence of a nail-biting household. If any man was so stubborn, he would fight to the death.  If he sells his ancestral home, his plan will be shelved again, but it's too early to say this now. If he follows the plan in his mind, there are still many problems waiting for him.  After sending Mu Baiyi home, Yu Zimo specifically asked the groom to walk around and observe the terrain, which made the already hungry Li Gongming complain. It was already past dinner time.  Back to Que Chao Doulao, Li Gongming quickly ran to find food for himself. Here he didn't worry that anyone would come and harm Zimo.  When he came back after eating and patting his stomach, the box was in a mess, and the floor was covered with paper balls. Yu Zimo frowned, holding a brush in his hand, not knowing what to draw on the paper.  Li Gongming picked up a paper ball and looked at it. They were all square things, which made his head ache for a while. Then he sat aside boredly, thinking whether it would be better to have hot pot or stir-fry for a late night snack. This old guy  Ever since I came here, I have been thinking about these things every day, and I can’t help at all  "Zimo, why did you make this such a mess?" Yang Rong opened the door and walked in. She shook her head while looking at the room, and then handed over the thing in her hand, "A letter from Baiyun City." "Oh?" Yu  When Zimo heard that it was a letter from Baiyun City, his face suddenly became solemn. Zhang Shaohua should be in Baiyun City now. No one would write to him except him. And with his ability and Lu Batian's cooperation in Baiyun City, there should be no problem that cannot be solved.  What does this letter mean?  Could it be "Wait a minute." Just when Zimo was eager to open it and read it, Li Gongming, who had been sitting next to him, suddenly shouted, got up and walked over, taking the letter in Zimo's hand.  She looked at it carefully for a few times, then put it to her nose and smelled it, and said with a puzzled look: "This letter has been opened." "What? It was fine when I brought it over." Originally, Yang Rong was weird about Li Gongming.  His behavior was still unacceptable. This guy didn't think that the envelope contained souvenirs, and he went up to smell it, which completely embarrassed the Yang family.  "It wasn't just demolished. It must have been a few days ago. If I hadn't been helping people seal the fire paint at the inn when I was young, most people would never be able to see it." Li Gongming sighed as he spoke. He didn't expect it at that time.  Thinking about how a young man who worked part-time could achieve what he has today, I felt very excited.  "Maybe after Baiyun City wrote it, they forgot something and took it apart themselves?" "Impossible." Yu Zimo rejected Yang Rong's judgment with one sentence, and his face became more solemn, "Shaohua does things.  I have always been cautious and will never have such a situation. If he really forgets to write something, he will replace it with another envelope after opening it. Unlike this one, his hands and feet are too clean and even I can't find it. It means that the person who opened it will have read it after reading it.  , I intend to send it here intact, and don’t want us to know that someone has peeked at the letter.”
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