At this time, Ye Luzi's ruthlessness could be seen. After a look from Jia Qiang, Tietou ignored the young and strong waiter who surrounded him behind him. He pounced and threw the old shopkeeper to the ground like a wild wolf.

He pulled out a stick about a foot long from his sleeve and pressed it against the old shopkeeper's throat.

Zhuzi grabbed a table, smashed it at the guy who came over to him, and shouted sternly: "If you don't want this old man's life, come here!!"

Those waiters, after all, valued the old shopkeeper's life. When they saw Tietou grabbing the old shopkeeper's hair with one hand and breaking the stick with the other hand, revealing a broken blade that was no duller than a knife, they all widened their eyes.

I only dare to make noises and don't dare to threaten anyone.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a thick head stood up and said in a deep voice: "Let go of Shopkeeper Chen, and don't even open your eyes to see where this place is! My Hang Seng is ranked among the top eight cloth shops in the world. Do you really think that we are just businessmen?"

?”

Jia Qiang remained sitting on the chair without moving. She tapped her fingers on several surfaces at a constant speed, making a "duh" sound.

After hearing this, he raised his eyes and looked at the head, and said softly: "I understand what the Hengsheng is. As for which prince's palace or prime minister's palace is standing behind the Hengsheng, I don't care.

Now, please ask your boss to come out and say something. Let’s see if I can steal your Heng Seng number through the recipe I used for this cloth. Of course, if you have any henchmen behind your back, you can invite them too. I’ll take it.

.”

Seeing Jia Qiang's demeanor, the old shopkeeper was finally willing to speak again: "I dare to ask you, why are you so sacred and come to my Hengsheng for entertainment?"

Jia Qiang was surprised and said: "Amusing you? Are you worthy?"

The old shopkeeper sneered and said: "There are eight major cloth shops in Shenjing, including North and South Zhili, and there are countless dyehouses and cloth shops. Only the blue from our Hengsheng Hao is the most authentic blue. In the past hundred years, no one has done so.

You can surpass us. The cloth you dyed like this is not a recipe stolen from my Hengsheng. How could you get it from?"

Jia Qiang was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore, and said to the leader: "If you don't invite your boss, I don't care. Now I will use this old bastard's life to protect us from going out. But you have to understand, after we get out of this door,

I'll go straight to Dongsheng Cloth Shop. Don't regret it then."

As soon as these words came out, the old shopkeeper's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly said to the boss: "Quickly go to Gaojing Hutong and ask the young master's family to make the decision! Remember, even if I die at the hands of thieves, you must not let them go.

Otherwise, the Hang Seng will be doomed!!"

…

An hour later...

Just as Jia Qiang was holding a copy of "Four Books, Major Titles and Small Titles" that she carried with her, and pondering the taste of it, she heard a commotion from behind the people who were waiting in a circle.

Then a greeting voice sounded:

"The young master's family is here!"

"The uncle is here!"

"Young master, go and have a look, the thief has detained the old shopkeeper!"

"Let's all disperse first. Don't worry, the world is clear at the feet of the Emperor, and bad guys don't dare to cause trouble."

A steady voice sounded, and then most of the crowd dispersed, the wall of people separated, and a young man in brocade clothes, who looked to be no more than twenty-five or sixty-six, appeared in front of Jia Qiang, protected by two strong men who looked like bodyguards.

"Let go of the old shopkeeper!"

Young Master Jinyi saw the old shopkeeper being grabbed by the hair with an iron head and holding the broken blade of a stick against his neck. His face turned gray, his eyes were filled with anger, and he shouted in a low voice.

Jia Qiang seemed not to have heard anything. She glanced at Master Jinyi indifferently, and then said to the old shopkeeper: "Now, you can tell your boss what happened again."

The old shopkeeper's breath was a little uneven. After giving Jia Qiang a hard look, he talked about today's events with Mr. Jinyi.

Perhaps he saw that Jia Qiang was very confident and her background was not trivial, so he did not add any extraneous detail and explained the matter in general.

However, the old man still insisted that the recipe used by Jia Qiang to dye the cloth must have been stolen from the Hengsheng.

After hearing this, Mr. Jinyi twitched the corner of his mouth and his eyes fell on the few feet of blue cloth on the ground.

After looking at it for a while, he turned to his side and said, "Get some dark blue cloth from the cabinet."

He immediately called the boy to get the cloth. Soon, the blue cloth was brought. The young man in Jinyi stepped forward, squatted on the ground, looked at the blue cloth on the ground, and then looked at his own blue cloth in his hand. His expression changed and he understood.

The thoughts of my old shopkeeper.

He stood up, took a deep look at Jia Qiang, then turned back and asked, "Is Master Li here?"

The boss said hurriedly: "I've sent someone to invite you, and now...he's here!"

Before he finished speaking, he looked towards the door and said happily: "Master Li is here."

An old man was helped and invited in, but he didn't know what happened.

Mr. Jinyi first asked most of the shop assistants to disperse and temporarily closed the shop door. Then he said to Master Li: "Master Li, you are the master from my Wang family dyeing workshop. You know most of the water in the dyeing business. You

Let’s see if these two pieces of cloth come from the same square? What’s the difference?”

When Master Li heard this, he first glanced at the "hijacked" old shopkeeper, then lowered his head to look at the two pieces of cloth. After looking at them for a long time, his face became more and more solemn, and finally he took a breath and said: "This recipe

,Amazing!!"

"What a powerful method?"

Young Master Jinyi hurriedly asked.

Master Li replied: "This recipe is not dyed with a pure color at all, but mixed with cyan and magenta. Moreover, it has to go through at least seven or eight processes, which is almost impossible, so it can be so bright!"

Mr. Jinyi hurriedly asked again: "Can we exchange this color?"

Master Li shook his head repeatedly and said: "It sounds like only two colors can be blended, but the magenta itself needs to be blended. It is almost impossible to get the color out. It is better to dye it with a pure color. This recipe is amazing, it is really amazing!

We're afraid we won't be able to pay it back..."

Hearing this, Jia Qiang smiled and praised: "The old master is indeed a great expert. Just by looking at the color of the cloth, he can tell everything. It just so happens that you, the old shopkeeper, told me about the recipe for this cloth.

It’s the recipe for the Hengsheng number that I stole. Could you please tell me, master, that being a good person is like dyeing cloth, and you have to be kind.”

Master Li was stunned when he heard this. He looked at the old shopkeeper and said, "Old Zhou, how could this recipe be..."

"Shut up!"

The old shopkeeper shouted: "You know nothing! This recipe belongs to our Hengsheng!"

After saying that, he closed his eyes as if he was not afraid of death.

Seeing him like this, Jia Qiang didn't care. She chuckled and continued to read with her eyes down.

This gesture made Mr. Jinyi narrow his eyes.

This makes it clear that we are not afraid of the power of the Hengsheng Wang family.

Mr. Jinyi took a deep breath, cupped his hands and said, "This brother is Wang Shouzhong, the young boss of the Hengsheng No. 1. Do you know your surname?"

Jia Qiang was not arrogant and returned the greeting: "I'm Jia Qiang."

"Jia Qiang..."

At first, Wang Shouzhong was still racking his brains to think about why these two words seemed familiar to him. Then his expression suddenly changed and he blurted out: "But in Zuixian Tower, when you meet the Supreme Emperor and the Holy Emperor, he is the one who won the praise of the Holy Chrysostom?"

Jia Qiang stood up, bowed in the direction of the imperial city, turned around again, and said with a faint smile: "So, the Supreme Emperor is a benevolent, saintly and broad-minded man who loves the people of the world. If he hadn't praised me,

, I’m afraid I won’t be able to get out of the Hengsheng today.”

No matter which royal family is standing behind the Hengsheng Royal Family, Jia Qiang is a person who has been praised by the Supreme Emperor for being knowledgeable and personally likes him. Jia Qiang may not be able to rely on him to become an official and make a fortune and do evil, but who dares to do anything to him?

It has only been a few days, and yet you dare to bully a commoner whom the Supreme Emperor likes so much. Does that mean you don’t take the Supreme Emperor seriously?

At this moment, Wang Shouzhong, the young boss of the Hengsheng Wang family, who is very powerful and wealthy, feels like he has been caught on a hedgehog. It is really tricky!

…

ps: I saw that some book friends are still struggling with the issue of aunt and aunt, so I would like to explain. If Jia Qiang’s parents are still alive, whether Daiyu or Baochai, they are all relatives of the Jia family, so they are related to the Jia family.
Chapter completed!