Chapter 922 I still think he is very good.
The third prince and the seventh prince are all businessmen who know the interests best. The most important thing is that they are all the same mother as He Lianchen.
If He Lianchen wants to do it, it is not impossible to change.
"I can't control it. I can't control it. It's good to just sweep the snow in front of the house. It's not good for you to worry about it." Gu Shuo said.
At the price of six copper coins, all the aquatic products can be purchased, and the fishermen fishing in the summer can be enough to survive the winter, provided that they are stable.
Gu Shuo knew these people too well, and stability was impossible.
The turmoil will be very big, and Beili and Dongsi, who have signed a contract with Nanyuan, will not have an easy time either.
“Speaking of it, it’s all about the little friendships we had when we were young, so I feel it’s necessary to remind me.” Prince Feng will probably have a headache due to internal and external troubles.
"I think he is not interested in drinking. When he met me, he asked many things about Beili. Later, he sent someone to go to Beili to investigate. He also learned a lot about things back then. Now he knows about you. I'm alive and came to the east coast immediately, I'm afraid it's not just a childhood friendship." Gu Shuo knew it well.
It seems that many people who came into contact with the little girl at that time have difficulty forgetting her.
Whether she is lazing around in front of others or fooling around, she can be seen in people's hearts at a glance, as if she has magical powers.
"Hey." Ye Qianning sighed slightly and thought of Xi Liuyuan again: "Now that I think about it, I did offend a lot of people when I was a child."
“You just know.”
Ye Qianning is also very helpless. Everyone is as smart as a fox, so Sang Zhi is better. He was a dull boy when he was a child, but now, although he has a heavy breath and a heavy killing power, she still thinks he is very good.
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The next day, there were rumors in the town that Ye Qianning was interested in Wang Han. The day before, the trend changed because Mrs. Wang had not been out since she returned home the night before yesterday.
Who is Mrs. Wang? She is a person who can make people famous with just one stroke of her horoscope. If Ye Qianning really fell in love with her son, she would have gone to every gathering place in the city.
80 % of the closed doors were reprimanded by the people of Wang Zhai, and most of the people in the city had seen the Tianxian from Wang Zhai.
How could a noble lady from a famous family blindly fall in love with Wang Han? Although Wang Han's appearance is considered to be one of the best in the city, compared with her, it seems that she can't even compare with her bodyguard's appearance.
Only Mrs. Wang was mocked by everyone, and she was silent for two days. Some people even knocked on Mrs. Wang's door, but Mrs. Wang refused due to illness.
Now everyone completely understood that they did not like Wang Han, and Mrs. Wang was heartbroken.
At the same time, another news spread to the east coast, and it quickly became a hot topic in the city.
The small wine shop is crowded with people. At ten o'clock at noon, people who stay in the town to purchase supplies crowd the wine shop.
“Sir, you look like you are very tired. You just entered the city without a day’s rest, so you are in such a hurry to load up supplies.” The waiter asked casually after serving the food.
“It’s okay if we don’t hurry.” The middle-aged man picked up the big bowl, poured a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.
“We are already preparing the food your guest needs.”
“Okay, you try to be as fast as you can.”
“Okay.” The waiter went down.
Four or five middle-aged men picked up their chopsticks and wolfed down the food on the table as if they had been hungry for a long time. The people around them looked disgusted.
In a blink of an eye, not a single bit of the good food was left on the table. Several men drank a few more glasses of water, then burped with satisfaction and started talking at the table.
(End of this chapter)
