Qingyunmen.

Paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other hand, everything went smoothly.

After Yu Lingxiao got the banknotes, he held the paper with his fingers and rubbed it gently. He knew that these five banknotes were all genuine.

Thinking that Luo Xingchen had casually taken out a large stack of banknotes before, the five banknotes he got were just randomly taken out by Luo Xingchen, so the denominations of the remaining banknotes were at least five hundred taels.

Estimating the number of banknotes in Luo Xingchen's arms, Yu Lingxiao's expression changed.

"What? Is there something wrong with the banknote?" Luo Xingchen saw Yu Lingxiao's expression unchanged and asked casually.

"No problem, the banknote is fine."

Yu Lingxiao's tone of voice had a hint of flattery.

Luo Xingchen confirmed that he felt right, and Yu Lingxiao's attitude was indeed different.

How did he know that what Yu Lingxiao admires most is not people with strong martial arts skills, but rich people.

With Luo Xingchen's net worth, it is meaningless. He is a capable person.

In front of Chao Qiang, Yu Lingxiao felt that he would not be embarrassed even if he knelt down on the spot.

"I wonder where Mr. Luo comes from?" Yu Lingxiao asked cautiously.

"Me, I come from the capital, and I have an identity, the young boss of Yang's Trading Company." Luo Xingchen also noticed the change in Yu Lingxiao's attitude, and he deliberately told part of his origin.

"Young master of Yang's Trading Company! God of Wealth, Mr. Luo, if you have any orders in the future, just tell me." Yu Lingxiao's eyes suddenly lit up.

My God, how could he not know about Yang's Trading Company?

For those who do business, Yang's Trading House is a legend, a place worthy of worship, and is truly the number one trading house in Daqi.

How much money does Yang's Trading Company have? No one knows.

But Yu Lingxiao knew one thing. Those who followed Yang's trading company, whether they were nobles, nobles, or traffickers, all got rich.

Now, the young boss of Yang's Trading Company is standing in front of him. Such a good opportunity is simply given by God.

Yu Lingxiao felt that if he could not seize this opportunity, would he still be considered a human being?

"It's easy to talk about. It's hard to talk about me in other aspects, but there is one thing. Anyone who follows me will become famous." Luo Xingchen said with a smile.

"What Mr. Luo said is that you are the God of Wealth. Is it unreasonable to follow you?"

Yu Lingxiao was originally not tall, but with the deliberate catering, his back was so rickety that it perfectly explained what it meant to be groveling.

"Let's talk about it later, we still have opportunities to cooperate." Luo Xingchen waved his hand.

Originally, Luo Xingchen planned to use the power of the government to deal with Qingyun Sect.

Now seeing Yu Lingxiao's appearance, he changed his mind.

A sect owner who likes money seems to have his uses.

His mother Yang Ruoqing once told him that even a piece of toilet paper has its use, let alone such a large Qingyun Gate.

Luo Xingchen decided to change his approach to deal with Qingyun Sect.

"Master Luo, are you still used to your stay last night? We at Qingyun Sect will entertain you later..." Yu Lingxiao said.

"It will take two days." Luo Xingchen waved his hand, looked at Duanmu Jin and said, "Master Duanmu, is there any problem with the land deed?"

"No problem, Mr. Luo, let's go down the mountain now."

Seeing how enthusiastic and flattering Yu Lingxiao was, Duanmu Jin felt contempt and a sense of crisis in his heart.

If Luo Xingchen was persuaded by Yu Lingxiao, the consequences would be terrible.

Later, Luo Xingchen and Mo Anbai were about to go down the mountain. Luo Xingchen called the bearers who carried him up the mountain and asked them to take him down the mountain with a sliding pole.

This is not that he is lazy, but an act of kindness on his part.

What the bearers worry about is often not that they have to exert their strength, but that it is impossible to exert their strength.

Just when Luo Xingchen and Mo Anbai were sitting on the sliding poles and preparing to go down the mountain, Yunzhen and his party, who were standing in the crowd, turned pale and did not dare to speak.

Now he knows the true identity of "Jia Youcai".

It turns out to be Luo Xingchen!

The young boss of Yang’s Trading Company!

Yang's Trading Company was founded by Yang Ruoqing, a Yi woman. It was the largest trading house in Daqi. Its wealth was immeasurable. Many of the daily necessities used in his family were produced by Yang's Trading Company.

Moreover, who doesn’t know that the father of the young owner of Yang’s Trading Company is Luo Fengtang!

General Shenwu and Zhongyonghou Luo Fengtang are truly legendary figures...

Thinking of this, Yunzhen suddenly felt a little lucky.

Fortunately, his plan did not succeed.

If Luo Xingchen is harmed at all, the all-pervasive hidden guard will definitely find out the truth.

At that time, he will no longer be controlled by others.

Instead, the entire Yunjiazhuang will end with everyone being executed.

Now as long as he does his job well, he may not be able to save his life...

Yunzhen pursed her dry lips and watched Luo Xingchen and others leave.

…

Luo Xingchen descended from the main peak and followed Duanmujin to the foot of the secondary peak.

The secondary peak is more steep than the main peak. The top of the mountain is completely shrouded in clouds and mist, making it difficult to see the top clearly from the bottom of the mountain.

"Mr. Luo, our auxiliary peak is much shabbier than the main peak, and there are no bearers to carry it up." Duanmujin sighed.

"It's okay, we can walk up there." Luo Xingchen said with a slight smile.

"However, the place where we live is not at the top of the mountain, but only at the center of the mountain. We can reach it in a short walk," Duanmu Jin said.

"Okay, let's go."

Luo Xingchen nodded.

The road up the mountain is more steep, which increases the difficulty of going up the mountain.

However, as Duanmujin said, the place where they live is at the heart of the mountain.

It only took less than an hour for Luo Xingchen to see a large open space with many buildings built on it.

However, many of the bricks and tiles of the building have faded and look very old.

At this time, someone was already standing in front to greet him, and he was an acquaintance of Luo Xingchen.

Ouyang Qianshan, the second brother among the Seven Swords of Qingyun.

"Sect Master." Ouyang Qianshan called from a distance, and then he saw Luo Xingchen and Mo Anbai following behind him.

"Aren't those Mr. Luo and Miss Mo?"

Ouyang Qianshan stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes. He almost thought he had seen it wrong.

"Qianshan, Mr. Luo, and Miss Mo are coming to our mountain gate. Please call someone to come and greet them."

Duanmujin shouted.

"Okay, I'll go back and call someone right away."

Ouyang Qianshan turned around and ran away quickly.

When Luo Xingchen and Mo Anbai arrived at the mountain gate, more than twenty people poured out from inside.

Luo Xingchen took a closer look.

Among these twenty people, there were only eight actual adult men, five more women of varying ages, and seven or eight children around ten years old.

This Qingyun Sect is too miserable. Compared with Qingyun Sect, it is far behind.

"How do you do, Mr. Luo? How do you do, Miss Mo."

The people of Qingyun Sect shouted together.

This shout made Luo Xingchen suffer from embarrassment.

"No, we are all acquaintances, there is no need to go through these red tapes, just be natural."

Luo Xingchen said hurriedly.

"Everyone, please disperse, Qianshan, you come with us to the meeting hall."
Chapter completed!