Manager Zhao smiled calmly: "You are the boss and you can't go directly, but we can visit indirectly, for example, if you find a time when the other party is not at home, I believe there is a message from Prime Minister Jin. No matter what, those wives will come out to see us on behalf of the husband's family. Wouldn't you see this?"

Pei Xingjian blinked his eyes, smacked his lips and savored for a while, and finally sighed: "It turns out that things can be done like this, it's really a long way to know."

"It's just a few tricks, and you can't get on the big table." Manager Zhao was humble, but he couldn't feel a smug smile on his face.

Pei Xingjian was happy to find a new breakthrough, but he didn't care about Manager Zhao's misconduct. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, then do what you said. Let's go and visit those ladies in the future. Please help Manager Zhao prepare the gifts."

"No!" Manager Zhao responded, and turned around without stopping.

Two days later, the legend of treasure mirrors began to spread in the aristocratic circle of the Goguryeo royal capital. The noble ladies who Pei Xingjian visited naturally could not help but take them out to show off when they got the mirror. Looking at the envious and jealous eyes of the "brother-in-law" and enjoying the flattery between them, letting these women who could not find their goals in their lives get some psychological comfort.

But then again, the mirror sent by Li Muyun only had ten sides. Apart from the one given to Kim Seung-woo, the King of Rongliu from Goguryeo also had to give two sides. In addition to the few sides given during this period, there were only four sides left in his hand.

These four mirrors were like hot potatoes in Pei Xingjian's hands. Countless nobles could not stand the harshness of the prodigal women at home. They came to ask for it with their teeth, making Xiao Pei not know who these mirrors should be given to.

But it is undeniable that the wife's route was indeed successful. In less than four days after coming to Goguryeo, in addition to the news of the treasure mirror, the most widely circulated news of the fake Chang'an of Goguryeo was that it had been a caravan from the Tang Dynasty, bringing the most refined treasures in the world, making Pei Xingjian's limelight unparalleled in the fake Chang'an.

On this day, Xiao Pei was discussing with Manager Zhao in the inn about the ownership of the remaining mirrors. The director of the inn carefully knocked on the door outside.

"Cruff", the door of the room was opened by the Xiong Lao Er, revealing his ugly face, and glanced at the director: "What's the matter?"

The director sneakily looked behind Xiong Er, with a hypocritical smile on his face: "Hero Xiong, is Mr. Pei?"

Xiong Er seemed to be a little disliked the director, nor did he answer his questions, but continued to ask, "What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, that, no, nothing is wrong, I just want to ask if you need anything."

Xiong Er sneered and said a few times: "Hehe, if you have nothing to do, you are either a traitor or a thief. When you came a few days ago, you, the old boy, ignored us, but now you are here to ask about your well-being. Could it be that you want to make money and kill us?"

The director was almost crying when Xiong Er said that, and his head was shaking like a rattle. He lost his mouth and denied: "No, no, no, villains dare not, they must not."

"If you don't dare, get out quickly. Don't let grandpa's eyes be in trouble here." Xiong Er curled his lips and closed the door heavily, and cursed through the door: "Things that are in the eyes of power."

The director stood outside the door with a sad face. He naturally heard what Xiong Er scolded him, but he did not dare to feel any dissatisfaction.

The director of the inn said that he had the word "long", but in fact he was equivalent to the director of a local guesthouse in later generations. At first, he thought that Pei Xingjian and others were just ordinary Tang Dynasty merchants, so he didn't care much.

But later he found that something seemed wrong. Those nobles who could not see on weekdays ran to his inn one after another, and they were all looking for the same person. This made him realize that something was wrong and afraid that Pei Xingjian would sue him with a rude word.

With his identity as the director of the guesthouse, those nobles who came here almost didn't even say anything. Just a look could make him bid farewell to the capital and live a quiet life with a loess and a back facing the sky.

The more I thought about it, the more I became more and more afraid the curator finally couldn't stand the strong psychological pressure and planned to ask Pei Xingjian to "sell" his house to him. In this way, Xiao Pei found a place to stay in the pseudo Chang'an, and probably wouldn't cause trouble for him again in the future.

Of course, the "sell" mentioned here is actually just a meaning. The director thinks that if he says "giving" Pei Xingjian will be disgusted. After all, he is a person who plays with the Duke and the Prince, how could he be in vain to take a property?

Just as the director of the inn was wondering whether to knock the door open again, his panicked voice came from behind: "Director, director, hurry, hurry..."

"Why are you fast, keep the key point." After being angry at Xiong Er, the director directly got angry with his opponent.

The director's subordinate seemed to have been frightened. Although he was scolded by his superiors, he still squeezed him in panic. He pointed to the direction of the gate and said stammeringly: "Director, Director, someone from the palace is here. I want to see Pei, Mr. Pei."

"Bastard, why didn't you say it earlier?" When the director heard the person coming from the palace, his face turned pale and kicked his subordinates, spread his legs and ran outside.

Just a few nobles made him feel scared. Now even the emperor in the palace had sent someone, which was enough to show the importance of Pei Xingjian and his party. The director was already regretful and wanted to take out his intestines to see if it was green.

After three or five breaths, the road that usually takes almost tea to turn is completed by the curator. In fear, the curator's face was still calm and his heart was not beating after the road, and he could even hold up a slutty smile.

However, the eunuch who was waiting at the door did not give him such face. He sneered and sarcastically said, "Director Bu seems to be very busy."

"Mr., father-in-law, I..." The director wanted to explain, but he couldn't find any reason for a short period of time.

The eunuch at the door didn't wait for the director to finish his words, and interrupted him randomly: "Okay, you don't need to explain. Take the way quickly. The empress wants to see Mr. Pei from the Tang Dynasty, so she has delayed your head."

"Hey, hey." The cold sweat on the director's head couldn't stop flowing down. While nodding, he turned around and led the way forward.

This businessman named Pei is already very good at it, and even the empress in the palace wants to summon him. If he is a revenge, he probably won't be able to save his life.

The director turned his back to the eunuch and led the way, but his heart was in a state of great revelation. He wanted to ask which empress was trying to summon this little ancestor from the Tang Dynasty, but he swallowed it back when he said something.

In fact, he himself knew that even the most inconspicuous empress in the palace wanted to kill him, the director of the guesthouse, and even had no eyes.
Chapter completed!