Shi Donglai stood up, straightened his clothes, and returned to the appearance of the well-mannered big shopkeeper.
He walked to the bronze mirror, straightened his hair and pulled his collar.
The face of the person in the mirror is still a little pale, but a usual smile has appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He nodded to himself in the mirror, turned around and walked out.
When he reached the stairs, he shouted downstairs, "Bring out all the account books for the past five years. No one is missing. Open all the locks of the warehouse."
The guys were stunned. One person boldly raised his head and asked, "Shopkeeper, this is..."
Shi Donglai had already strode downstairs, and a voice came from the stairs, full of energy. "Young Master Qing is here to hand over today, please stay alert!"
The guys looked at each other, but didn't dare to ask more questions, so they responded and got busy.
Shi Donglai stood at the door of the Treasure Pavilion in person.
His waist was straight, with the most sincere smile on his face, and his posture was as low as the dust.
The clerks walked by carrying account books and glanced at him, feeling that something was not right about the shopkeeper today.
They don't know that the string in Shi Donglai's heart has been stretched as tight as possible.
There were footsteps in the street.
Shi Donglai looked up and saw two figures approaching from a distance, Zhou Qi walking in front, followed by Yao Qing.
His heart skipped a beat, the smile on his face deepened a little, and he subconsciously bent his back a little more.
The two of them walked closer.
Shi Donglai went up to greet you, bowed and saluted, and said in a loud voice, "Young Master Qing, Mr. Zhou, you two are here. I apologize for any delay in greeting you."
Yao Qing glanced at him without exchanging pleasantries, Opening the Mountain Gate: "Shopkeeper Shi, I'm here today for the handover. It's time to count the account books, inventory, and manpower."
Shi Donglai nodded repeatedly, with an extremely attentive attitude. "It should, it should! Young Master Qing is right, the handover is a big deal, and there is no room for sloppiness. The account books have been prepared long ago, and the key to the warehouse is here. I will take you two to do the counting."
As he spoke, his body turned slightly sideways, but he had no intention of leading the way immediately.
His gaze crossed Yao Qing and landed on Zhou Qi.
There was fear, temptation, and a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
Yao Qing was about to walk in when he suddenly noticed that Shi Donglai hadn't moved. He paused and subconsciously looked back at Zhou Qi.
Zhou Qi stood behind Yao Qing with his hands clasped behind his hands, his face as normal, and no emotion could be seen.
He received Shi Donglai's eyes and knew what the other person meant.
There was no avoidance or response.
The scene was quiet for a moment, and everyone noticed something strange.
At this moment, Zhou Qi raised his hand and flicked his sleeve casually.
A spiritual stone slipped out of his palm, turned around on his fingertips, and then slipped back into his sleeve with a flash of inspiration.
The whole movement was so fast that Yao Qing, who was beside him, didn't notice it at all.
But the moment the spirit stone flashed across Shi Donglai's eyes, he understood everything.
High-Grade Spirit Stone.
The aura is restrained and the appearance is excellent.
The spirit stone is in the hands of Zhou Qi, and the account book is also in Zhou Qi's hands. Even Yao Qing may not know about it.
Otherwise it wouldn't be so obscure.
But I won't take it out now to see how you behave.
Shi Donglai felt that his heart was squeezed hard and then released.
He took a deep breath, looked away, the smile on his face became a little deeper, and he bent down lower. "Young Master Qing, please come inside."
He straightened up and shouted inside, his voice much louder than usual, as if to embolden himself. "What are you doing standing still? Move all the account books out! Unlock all the locks in the warehouse! Young Master Qing Check whatever you want!"
The guys were startled by the shout, and responded quickly, getting busy with their hands and feet.
Yao Qing nodded and walked into the Treasure Pavilion first.
He took two steps, suddenly stopped, and looked back at Zhou Qi.
In the pause just now, Shi Donglai was obviously looking at Zhou Qi, not him.
Moreover, Shi Donglai's attitude has changed so much today. Even if he had figured out the handover, there is no need to do so.
He opened his mouth and wanted to ask Zhou Qi.
But thinking of Zhou Qi's current strength, Yao Qing swallowed back the words that came to his lips.
Turn around and continue walking inside.
Treasure Pavilion's matter is important.
When Zhou Qi walked past Shi Donglai, his footsteps did not pause, and he did not even look at him twice.
It's convenient to deal with smart people, Zhou Qi thought to himself.
Shi Donglai straightened up, looked at Zhou Qi's back, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, and followed quickly.
As he walked, he ordered the waiter, with a lightness in his voice as if he was surviving a disaster. "Be quick with your movements! Young Master Qing is waiting!"
Yao Qing's Separate Courtyard.
Zhou Qi is boxing in the courtyard. The book Void-Return Fist still needs a few days to complete, and it has just passed the level of Xiaocheng.
Yao Qing and Yang Zhenshan are not in the other courtyard, they went to see Yao Jingyi.
Treasure Pavilion's accounts have all been clearly explained, and even Yao Ke's private accounts have been sorted out clearly by Shi Donglai.
This is the certificate of nomination, and it is for Zhou Qi.
He still remembered Yao Qing's expression when he saw this private account.
First he was in disbelief, then doubtful, then shocked, and finally looked at Zhou Qi with admiration on his face.
He didn't understand how Zhou Qi did it, but he was very sure that Shi Donglai was really convinced.
Otherwise, there will be no escape route left.
This is also one of the reasons why Yao Qing met Yao Jingyi tonight.
One is that I have the ability to take back Treasure Pavilion.
The second is that Yao Ke has not been clean these years.
The third is to help Zhou Qi beg for Cultivation Method.
Zhou Qi is waiting for Yao Qing to come back.
Yao Family Backyard study.
The door is ajar.
Yao Qing I heard the sound of pages being turned inside, one page at a time, one at a time, not impatient or impatient.
Occasionally there is the soft sound of the pen tip dipping in ink, which is particularly clear in the silence.
Father is approving official documents.
Yao Qing lowered his eyes, retracted his hand, and stood quietly at the door.
He had been standing outside the door for a cup of tea.
In the corridor behind him, Yang Zhenshan was leaning against the pillar, without saying a word. He could only go so far without being summoned by Yao Jingyi.
The sound of turning pages in the study stopped.
"Come in."
The sound was not loud, it came through the door panel, it was a bit hoarse, but it fell clearly into the ears.
Yao Qing Push the door and go in.
The study room is very small.
There is a desk, a chair, and several rows of bookshelves against the wall. What is placed on the shelves is not books, but files and secret files, neatly arranged.
There is a Great Yong territory map hanging on the wall, with several places circled in ink. The ink is still very fresh.
There are no calligraphy and paintings, no antiques, and no incense burners.
The entire study looks like an accounting room or a side hall of a military aircraft office, except it doesn't look like a Chancellery Secretariat private room.
Yao Jingyi is sitting behind the desk, lowering his head to approve an official document.
He is eighty-eight this year.
But the way he was sitting there, he couldn't tell how old he was.
The back is straight, the shoulders are flat, the fingers holding the pen have clear joints, and there is no rickets of the elderly.
His gray hair was combed meticulously and pinned with an ebony hairpin.
There are wrinkles on the face, but not many, as if the years have deliberately left some dignity.
The most eye-catching thing is the eyes.
When I lowered my eyelids to read the official document, I didn't realize it. Occasionally I raised my eyelids to glance at a certain line of words, and a sharp light passed through my eyes, like an eagle peeping at the ground under the clouds.
Yao Qing walked to a place three steps away from the desk and stood there, bowing and saluting. "Father."
Yao Jingyi did not raise his head, the pen tip moved on the paper, and the rustling sound lasted for four or five breaths.
Then he stopped writing, closed the approved official document, and put it aside.
Then he raised his eyes.
That gaze fell on Yao Qing and scanned it from head to toe.
"Sit." He raised his chin towards the opposite side.