Chapter 180, don’t spit when you talk (please vote for recommendation...)
Guards surrounded the tavern.
The bartenders who had been preparing for the opening also stopped what they were doing.
He could only sit aside and watch the guard captain and Fang Hao talking not far away.
"This is what happened. Although I will testify for you, after all, he is the son of the internal affairs manager. It is difficult to say how the situation will progress." The guard captain sat on the wooden chair and explained everything that had just happened.
Bang!
Not far away, the rough pottery cup that the landlady was cleaning fell to the ground and she hurriedly bent down to pick it up.
Just now she was reminding that the shop opposite had offended a big shot, the son of the housekeeper.
As a result, the store cannot be opened and sales cannot be made.
Before Fang Hao even left the house, he was beaten by the son of the housekeeper.
It’s hard to think about not being guilty now.
The sudden noise only made the two people chatting glance at each other before continuing with the topic.
"How is it usually solved?" Fang Hao asked.
"It's hard to say. For some reason, the city lord left many matters to the manager, so his son..." The captain paused slightly, "Do you understand what I mean?"
"Yes, I understand." Fang Hao nodded.
Not long after, news came that the city lord was inviting someone.
Fang Hao and An Jia were led towards the city lord's mansion.
On the way, Anjia said curiously: "How about we run."
"Why are you running? Let's run for reasons, and the other city lord is not as powerful as you, so there is nothing to be afraid of." Fang Hao said in a low voice.
Cyril is the city lord and only a blue level five hero.
In a fight, he might not be able to beat An Jia.
"Aren't I afraid that you are in danger?" An Jia said again.
"It's okay. I brought the teleportation scroll. By the way, is the steward's son seriously injured?"
"Not dead."
"That's fine."
Crossing the street, the two came to the city lord's mansion.
In the hall.
In addition to the city lord Cyril, whom he had met once before, there was also a tall, thin, middle-aged man with curly hair.
"Lord City Lord." Fang Hao nodded.
"Sit down, Mr. Fang Hao."
Fang Hao took An Jia and sat down beside him.
"My housekeeper said that your guard attacked his son. I want to know the situation." Cyril said calmly.
I can't hear any hint of favoritism.
"Yes, but the cause of this incident was the steward's son who wanted to take away my mount and pulled out his sword after the guards advised him to stop me." Fang Hao explained.
Bang!
The tall and thin manager's face turned red with anger, he clapped his hands on the table, stared at Fang Hao and began to reprimand loudly.
"It's full of nonsense. You barbarians from the countryside dare to attack public officials in the city of Purul. It's really big..."
Halfway through the words, he swallowed them back.
A white dagger with a gorgeous shape, like a tree crown at the tip, was already at his throat.
"Speak properly, and if you spit again, I will open a hole for you." Fang Hao said in a deep voice.
The other party obviously didn't come here to be reasonable.
Of course, Fang Hao also prefers a simpler way.
"Okay, you all sit back." Cyril spoke again.
The head of the house retreated little by little and put some distance between him and then continued: "Lord City Lord, he dares to show off his weapon here. This is simply unforgivable."
Cyril looked at him with a frown, cursing the old man for being carried away by his anger.
Are you afraid of Fang Hao below?
It looked as leisurely as if it were in the living room of one's own home.
Fang Hao's identity has always been a mystery. The annihilation of the long-established bandit camp in one day proved that there was a large army behind him.
Can I touch him?
Going to war with a city because of your trouble-making son?
Is it possible?
"Okay, I've also learned about this matter. There are mistakes on both sides. I will arrange for someone to treat your son when the time comes. Let's forget about it." Cyril said directly.
I didn’t mention who was right or wrong, just brushed it off.
The housekeeper frowned and was about to protest when he saw the warning in Cyril's eyes.
All the hatred could only be swallowed, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, I listen to the Lord of the City and forget about this matter."
"Haha, okay, Mr. Fang Hao, what do you think?" Cyril looked at Fang Hao, "This is Pruul City after all, and beating people is a bit too much after all."
"Listen to the Lord of the City." Fang Hao smiled slightly.
The matter that worried everyone was resolved so quickly.
Cyril and Yishou's good mud, no one is right or wrong, both sides are wrong.
Let the matter pass, and no one should mention it.
Of course, Fang Hao was still very satisfied with this result. After all, the person who was beaten was not one of his own.
The housekeeper left in a huff.
Fang Hao stayed and continued: "Lord City Lord, I have chosen a shop and I just decided to buy it. Let's see how much it costs."
"Okay, which one did you choose?" Cyril asked curiously.
"On the commercial street, the one opposite the Rose Tavern."
"Oh? There are still some vacant shops on that street. It seems you are in good luck." Cyril said with some surprise.
"Maybe."
That shop had been closed for two years because it offended the son of the housekeeper, and no one dared to buy it.
The landlady was still mentioning this matter to him just now, but now it's fine. He doesn't have to worry so much. He has been beaten by An Jia, so there is no need to offend him.
"Come here." Cyril called.
A waiter walked in from the side, "Your Majesty the City Lord."
"Take Mr. Fang Hao to check out the store."
"Okay, Mr. Fang Hao, Miss, please come with me."
The waiter took the two of them away and went through the shop procedures on the side.
The price was so high that he even thought about building a city to make money by building houses.
This is such a huge profit.
After completing the procedures, the money needs to be sent to the city lord's palace within three days. Then you can take away the property deed and officially become the owner of this property.
The two of them walked out of the city lord's mansion while talking.
……
Inside the tavern.
"I dare say he can't come out." A bartender moved tables and chairs and talked about what happened just now. "He has been going to the City Lord's Mansion for so long, and his head may have been chopped off."
"That's not necessarily true. He comes from out of town and has money. That old guy only dares to bully people from this city, not from other cities."
"There are only rich and poor people alive," the bartender continued.
Squeak!
The door opened again, and dazzling sunlight came in, making several people squint slightly.
Fang Hao sat down at the bar again, and An Jia also sat beside him.
The bartenders stared at each other with wide eyes.
Even if nothing happens, he won't come back so soon.
"Resolved?" The landlady was also a little surprised. Everyone in the city knew that the housekeeper's family was more difficult to deal with than scoundrels.
Coming out so quickly, these two young people must have a lot of background.
"Solved." Fang Hao continued: "You haven't finished telling the story of the reward yet." (End of Chapter)