The coachman was obviously stunned for a moment. He wondered if the man sitting in the carriage was deliberately causing trouble.
"Young Master, I was just saying. You just heard it. You can't go on talking about it. If you talk too much and know too much, I'm afraid an accident will happen.”
Living in this era, these people who wandered at the bottom of the market often knew what it meant to save their lives.
Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and don't know what you shouldn't know.
Their ultimate goal was to do their own things well, earn some money to support their families, and let their entire family live in peace.
Jiang Hai Feng narrowed his eyes.
He was quite smart.
"I heard that the major concessions have joined forces with the incoming General Lu to attack the gangs in Songhu.”
"It makes sense. You said that since Songhu City was divided up, it has been quiet for many years on the surface. In their eyes, these gangs and families were undoubtedly fattened livestock. When it was time to slaughter them for meat, they would naturally make a move.”
"I just want this storm to not affect ordinary people like us. However, this should not be possible. Those families and forces would probably kill everyone in the city in order to curry favor with those military masters and foreign devils.”
Jiang Hai Feng pretended not to hear the coachman's words and just leaned back in the car seat and muttered to himself.
The speaker had a heart, and the listener had even more.
"Young Master, may I ask which family are you from?”
These words were reasonable.
In just a few days, the Zhao and Jiang families that had been entrenched in Songhu for a long time were in such turmoil. The power behind them must be even more terrifying.
In Songhu City, there were only two kinds of people who had this ability.
One was those foreigners.
After all, they represented an empire.
Other than that, there were the warlords.
If these two groups of people joined hands, not to mention the Zhao and Jiang families, it was not impossible to completely change the entire Songhu city.
The only thing that puzzled the coachman was that this kind of thing was far from what an ordinary youth could think of.
The young man sitting behind him was only eighteen or nineteen years old.
How could a young master at this age have such insight?
"Hey, how is he a young master? My father is just a businessman who does some small business. Forget it, forget it. These things are too big. I'd better take advantage of the fact that nothing happened in Songhu city to have fun for a few more days.”
Just as the coachman was secretly calculating in his heart, he heard a low groan from the back seat.
The tune of an opera?
The coachman tugged at his horn.
A second ago, he was still worried about the country and the people, but the next second, he was so relaxed.
The son of a merchant?
If that was the case, it would make sense.
The coachman had dealt with many merchants.
Those who could open a business in such a chaotic situation were all smart people.
"Young Master, may I ask if your Old Master told you this? Don't be oversensitive. It's just that if it's really as you said, we have to make preparations early.”
The coachman's back was facing Jiang Hai Feng, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
"That's not it. I overheard it when my father was chatting with those uncles. Those old men worry about this and that every day. I reckon that it won't be long before I run away. I won't be able to see the girls of Cui Hua Lou anymore.”
Crossing his legs, Jiang Haifeng's words were full of regret.
The scar-faced man sat at the side, his heart already in turmoil.
The rest of the journey was peaceful.
The two coachmen stopped talking. Jiang Hai Feng and the scar-faced man were also silent.
It's not about the number of words, but the essence.
It was enough to say so much.
If they continued to chat, there would definitely be loopholes.
A lie needed thousands of lies to make up for it.
On the road, Jiang Hai Feng's eyes narrowed as he watched the foreign ghosts wander through the crowd.
"Laugh. Laugh while you're still alive.”
Dead people don't smile.
Half an hour later, the two rickshaws stopped steadily.
"Young Master, Mister, the Four Seasons Hall has arrived. The total is fifty wen.”
In this era, the ocean was not the only currency.
In other words, 90% of the people who used the ocean as their living currency were rich families.
To the commoners, they had the most contact with copper coins.
According to the current exchange rate in Songhu, a piece of ocean could be converted into more than 1,100 copper coins.
Five yuan was enough for a family of four to live on for a month.
Seeing the scar-faced man reach into his pocket for money, Jiang Haifeng took out a big dollar from his pocket and threw it into the driver's hand.
"A bunch of poor bastards. I don't have anything like copper coins on me. Here, a piece of ocean. Consider it a reward for you.”
The scar-faced man's hand paused.
The half of his hand that was already exposed was put back into his pocket.
The two coachmen glanced at the pockets of the scar-faced man, then looked at each other and immediately smiled.
"Thank you, Young Master. Thank you, Young Master. Do you need us to wait at the door and send you back when you come out?”
The two coachmen had a fawning expression on their faces.
Jiang Hai Feng rolled his eyes and waved his hand."Forget it. Do you really think this young master is willing to ride on your rickshaw? If it wasn't for my father driving my family's car, how could you earn my money?”
The two coachmen raised their eyebrows slightly and then happily echoed,"That's right, that's right. Young Master, do as you please. We'll be leaving first.”
Watching the two drivers pulling the rickshaw into the distance, Jiang Hai Feng's expression gradually calmed down.
"Uncle Scar Face, although I don't know how my father saw you, you disappointed me just now.”
Until the last moment, the two coachmen were still testing the waters.
If the scarred face really paid with copper coins, then the story he had made up for himself would be completely invalid.
There were only two kinds of people who could pay with copper coins.
One was the commoners at the bottom of the market.
Their daily currency was pegged to copper coins, and very few people would use the ocean.
The second type was the true young master of a big family.
A true young master was far more calculative than anyone else.
They would never do something so stupid as to use money to show off.
Normally, Jiang Haifeng would have paid the original price.
However, the persona he had just put on in the car was that of a profligate son from an ordinary merchant family.
How could a person who knew how to calculate carefully be considered a silkpants?
Standing at the side, the scar-faced man's entire body trembled inexplicably.
"Young Master, I was careless. Don't worry, there won't be a next time."
Unknowingly, even the scar-faced man himself didn't notice that his address of Jiang Haifeng had risen to " you ".
In an instant, the scar-faced man felt that he had underestimated his young master too much.
This kind of sensitivity and reaction, as well as the ability to deal with things, was not something that ordinary people could do.
Scarface had a feeling.
Even Jiang Tianwen might not be as good as this young man in front of him, right?
He was too monstrous!
Jiang Hai Feng took a deep breath." Uncle Scar Face, remember this. Every step you take in this chaotic world is a dangerous peak. If you miss one step, you will not even have a corpse left."”
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