Chapter 462 Jinding Chamber of Commerce

Yue country, Cuilin Road.

A convoy of hundreds of people was moving slowly.

There are more than ten carriages in the fleet connected from front to back, all made of small-leaf rosewood, with exquisite workmanship and exquisite texture. Although they are not rare, they are enough to show the wealth of the owner of this fleet.

Looking at several of the carriages, the axles sank slightly, the wheels sunk deeply into the ground, and they rarely swayed while moving, as if they were filled with cargo.

If there are robbers or horse bandits with sharp eyes and good business skills here, they will definitely see that this caravan is a genuine caravan. As for the carriages in the middle, they must be heavy cargo, and they are valuable.

For traders, force comes first, and the caravan in front of you is no exception.

On the left and right sides of the carriage, there were dozens of well-dressed men on horseback. They all had long knives at their waists and solemn expressions. At first glance, they were well-trained and battle-experienced guards.

"Tap, tap, tap!"

Among the guards, a big man with tiger eyes and beard wearing armor suddenly stopped his horse and rode to a carriage in the middle of the convoy. He bent down and said respectfully: "Master, Huli is in front of you. After passing Huli Mountain, at our current speed, we can reach the capital in about half a month."

"Cough cough cough"

There was a coughing sound in the carriage, which lasted for more than ten breaths. Then a skinny hand opened the curtain, revealing a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old inside.

This young man had a sallow face and a sickly look on his face. When he looked outward, he couldn't help covering his mouth with his hands and coughing, as if he wanted to cough out his heart and lungs.

"The road in Huli Mountain is difficult. Even if there are horses to travel, it cannot be climbed over in one night."

The young man raised his head and looked at the sky. Seeing that the sunset was approaching and night was coming, he turned around and ordered: "Order people to set up camp and rest next to the green forest road tonight."

"yes!"

The guard with tiger eyes and beard bowed his head in response, then immediately rode forward and shouted loudly.

The guards on both sides of the convoy were all well-trained. After listening to the young man's order, they immediately turned their horses and left the main road of Cuilin Road, instead heading towards the depths of the bamboo forest on the side.

These guards seemed to be very experienced. Some of them immediately dismounted and cut down the green bamboos along the way, revealing an empty camping site. At the same time, some people went to collect fresh water and hunt animals nearby, while others lit fires and set up camps nearby.

A young man in the escort came to several carriages at the back of the convoy alone, distributed dry food and water one by one, and occasionally laughed and chatted with the people sitting in the carriages. The general meaning was that the road ahead was difficult, and tonight As a last resort, we camped at the foot of the mountain for a night.

By the time the guards were settled, it was already nighttime, and the sallow-skinned young man from earlier also stepped out of the carriage and, accompanied by several guards, arrived in front of the largest tent.

Strange to say, the white dew had just passed at this time, and it was not yet the autumnal equinox. Although there was some Mid-Autumn coolness, it was by no means as cold as ice and snow.

But the young man in front of him was wearing a thick mink fur coat, his lips were cracked, and he looked like he had been frostbitten.

"Master, the tent has been properly arranged." The guard with tiger eyes and beard from before bowed and stretched out his hand to open the curtain of the tent for him.

The yellow-faced boy glanced around and saw a charcoal fire burning in the tent. There was a bowl of ginger soup on the wooden table next to it. It was steaming, and it had obviously just come out of the oven.

"Thank you for your hard work, Guard Xue."

The yellow-faced boy nodded slightly, ducked into the tent.

At this time, several guards had already moved in the books he had brought with him, and a few more people were standing guard outside the camp like iron towers. It was obvious that they would not leave tonight.

As soon as the yellow-faced boy sat down in the tent, dozens of people came out of the car at the back of the motorcade.

Most of these people were dressed as wealthy businessmen. Although there were some scribes wearing Confucian robes, most of them were accompanied by young servants. They had no shortage of traveling expenses, and their families were obviously quite wealthy.

They did not enter their tent immediately. Instead, they gathered around a campfire and talked to each other.

"Old Li, our luck in transporting goods this time is not weak. We actually relied on the largest caravan in Hengshui City. Along the way, although we occasionally encountered some blind thieves, they were all protected by the caravan's guards. Dismissed easily."

As soon as a thin middle-aged man finished speaking, someone next to him said: "Yes, the business of the Jinding Chamber of Commerce in Nanping City is spread throughout the country of Yue. Only the Jinding Chamber of Commerce can cultivate so many martial arts masters. Guard. We only paid thirty taels of guard fees for our trip this time. It’s worth it no matter what.”

The person who spoke was a short, fat, middle-aged member of the Communist Party of China. He was currently looking at the guard standing guard outside the yellow-faced boy's camp, with a trace of doubt on his face as he said:

"I just don't know the identity of this yellow-faced boy. When I first set out on the road, I thought he was a businessman selling goods like us. But halfway through, the attitude of these guards changed drastically. Not only did they respect him, but they also loved us. Ignore the answer."

A middle-aged scribe wearing a white Confucian robe chuckled and said: "Old Zhao, you'd better not take this matter too seriously. Since ancient times, officials and merchants have been one family, and the Jinding Chamber of Commerce's business is booming. How can there be no official people behind it?" Zhaofu? You feel free to inquire about other people’s origins, but you have violated the taboos of official circles and business circles!"

"Hey, yes, yes! It's Lao Zhao who talks too much!"

The face of the short and fat middle-aged member changed slightly, and he hurriedly raised his hands and said: "Thank you, Brother Chen, for the tip. It is not convenient to drink alcohol on the business trip. Old Zhao, I will drink tea instead of wine, and give Brother Chen a drink first! When we enter the capital, I will be in the full moon Since Lou is the host, Brother Chen must come to show his respect!"

The scholar surnamed Chen chuckled, clasped his fists and returned the salute, saying, "Definitely!"

These people are veterans who have worked in the mall for decades and know how to win over people and make friends. The scholar surnamed Chen just said it casually, and Zhao Yuanwai followed the trend. The two of them went back and forth, and their relationship couldn't help but get closer.

While everyone was talking and laughing, the sky was getting dark, and suddenly a gray homing pigeon came from the east. After just a few circles, it quietly flew into the camp where the young man was.

At this time, in addition to the yellow-faced boy, there were three other people sitting in the tent.

In the middle is a man with white hair and droopy eyes. He is an old man in his sixties.

The man on the left is handsome, nearly thirty years old, wearing a turban on his head, and waving his feather fan lightly. He looks like a national scholar.

The man on the right is a well-dressed young man in his early twenties. His eyes are full of arrogance, but in front of the yellow-faced boy, he seems to be respectful and does not dare to overstep in the slightest.

As soon as the homing pigeon flew into the tent, it was caught by the well-dressed young man. He untied the note tied to it, poured out a bottle of white powder and sprinkled it on the note, and examined it carefully. After that, he said respectfully:

"My lord, it is indeed the Chamber of Commerce that sent the message!"

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