"Ah Dog! It's over!"

Song Beiyun, who was writing at the desk, looked up and heard the call outside, frowned: "Come on, pull this evil beast out and beat the thirty boards."

"Okay, no, I have something urgent to do." Yan Shu pushed away the person who was about to take him, and came to Song Beiyun's desk with an anxious look on his face: "Hundreds of thousands of times are urgent!"

"What did you call me? I'll call you another word."

"I call you Song Agou outside, I think it sounds pretty good." Yan Shu had no intention of fear at all: "I'll just call you with me."

"Come on, come out, thirty boards!"

"Don't make a fuss, really, urgent."

"You have something to say!" Song Beiyun pointed to the thing on the table: "Isn't this fourth volume of Spring Dream written?"

"It's not this, it's not this, it's not this..." Yan Shu was so anxious that he sweated on his forehead: "It's Miss Zhao who lost it!"

"Your wife is lost, come to me? What's wrong with you? I don't know where she went."

Yan Shu was anxiously walking around the place: "I just learned that yesterday afternoon that Miss Zhao's family said she was going out for a trip, and then she disappeared. Zhao Xiang did not attend court today! She said she was ill at home."

"Hmm? No sound?" Song Beiyun raised his head: "No, can you lose a living person in Jinling City?"

"If it were in Jinling City, it would definitely not be possible, but yesterday she followed her sisters to Zhenjiang, and then she disappeared. The news came early this morning that she found the carriages and the bodies of the guards they were riding in. Zhao Xiang fainted at the time of hearing this. I heard that it must have been bandits."

Song Beiyun frowned slightly: "Zhenjiang? I'll think about it... It's not far away from this land of about 150 or 60 miles. Where did you come from on this road... I know."

Song Beiyun patted his head: "It must be those thugs who were shocked by the people around Jinling who had their own crimes. In this winter, I want to make money by robbing my family and spending money."

"You think of a way..." Yan Shu was almost crying: "My lady who hasn't passed the door yet..."

"I only found the body of the guard, but I didn't see her body?" Song Beiyun put down his pen and leaned on the chair: "If something really happens, what should you do?"

"What else can I do?" Yan Shu sighed: "Let me find another one."

Song Beiyun was stunned...

"But nothing happened yet, just... think of a way."

Song Beiyun stood up and said, "I owe you what I owe you. You fucked me, Agou, you deserve to die."

He took Yan Shu out and headed straight to Zhao Xiang's house. After knocking on the door, the old servant saw that he was wearing a flying fish suit. He was stunned for a moment and thought that some royal relatives were coming to visit the master, so he quickly gave up a way.

Song Beiyun and Yan Shu walked in and hurried to the inner hall. They happened to see Zhao Xiang sitting in the hall without any hesitation.

Hearing the movement outside, he turned around in a daze and saw a colorful man walking in with his chosen son-in-law.

Although these colorful clothes are a color that I have never seen before, in terms of style, they should be from the Imperial City Department. When they saw the people from the Imperial City Department, Lao Zhao just sighed.

"Sir Song Beiyun, pay homage to Zhao Xiang."

"Oh...you are Song Beiyun?"

"I heard that Miss Zhao's family is missing, so I will come to deal with this matter." Song Beiyun was very polite. After all, Old Zhao was a prime minister and he would not be sure to be ranked third in the future. It would be more polite: "I wonder if Prime Minister Zhao had mentioned this to outsiders?"

How to mention this? How to speak? Say that Zhao Xiang’s daughter was kidnapped. Not to mention the seriousness of this matter, it goes without saying what happens when a girl is kidnapped by her family. Life and death are all broken. As Zhao Lang, who has resisted the conservative school, he will never allow such a thing to happen.

"No mention, no mention." Yan Shu shouted for his future father-in-law, "I know..."

"It's right if you didn't mention it." Song Beiyun nodded and said, "Zhao Xiang may be afraid of defaming Miss Zhao's reputation. In fact, this also protects the Miss's life in disguise. As for the reputation, it is actually not a big problem. Of course, there are risks, but if it is within 24 hours of gold, it's not a big problem."

Zhao Xiang slowly raised his head and looked at Song Beiyun: "Why?"

"Well, I have to analyze the motives of those people. I asked on the way just now. The guards were casual clothes. Those people only killed the guards but did not hurt the lady. This shows that they were clearly for money. The journey from Jinling to Zhenjiang was originally peaceful, but suddenly such thieves must be bandits. The bandits ran away and wanted money, so it would be easier to deal with it. But if Zhao Xiang revealed Miss Zhao's identity, the bandits were afraid that they would be dead. They thought that doing such a thing would be a dead end, so naturally they would be much more flawless. The possibility of killing that one was extremely high." Song Beiyun analyzed carefully: "As for why bandits would not easily ruin Miss Zhao, it is precisely because of this. Quan Ying's words should be enough to ask for money. If there is any damage, there will be no threat. The rules of the thieves are much more thorough than we thought."

Zhao Xiang looked up at Song Beiyun: "Do you have a way?"

Song Beiyun thought for a while: "I dare not promise, I can only try."

While he was talking, a servant rushed in and rushed in, shouting hurriedly: "Master, the shop at home received a letter saying that he wanted to check it out."

Zhao Xiang quickly took the letter and read it. After reading it, he handed it to Song Beiyun.

"This word is the same as a dog climbs out. It is clearly written with the left hand. The hook of this word is reversed. If you don't write with your backhand, don't use the pen tip, for fear that people don't know that you have read?"

After saying this, he caused Zhao Xiang to roll his eyes and snort coldly...

After reading the letter with great difficulty, Song Beiyun roughly said that the Xu family seal letter, which was prepared for 30,000 yuan, would go to a place in Zhenjiang to pick up people. If you don’t raise money or report to the official, don’t blame them for doing anything to the lady.

As for a typical blackmail vote, it was not beyond Song Beiyun's expectations. It seems that there has been no specific changes in this thing in a thousand or two years. Looking at the content of this letter, it is no different from the content of the kidnapping a thousand years later.

"Well, okay." After reading it, Song Beiyun handed the letter to Yan Shu: "Then Zhao Xiang, I'll set off immediately."

"The letter said that you should not report to the official..." Yan Shu looked up and said, "Is it appropriate?"

"You have a head? Zhao Xiang is the biggest official in this dynasty, okay." Song Beiyun snatched the letter and put it in his arms: "I'll order all the troops and prepare to rescue the lady. I'll take your son-in-law away, so you don't need to raise money anymore. This guy is very rich."

Zhao Xiang looked up at Yan Shu, with hesitation in his tone. Yan Shu was completely dissatisfied, but Song Beiyun suddenly pinched his butt hard. Yan Shu grinned in pain, but this also made him wake up. He hurried forward: "Brother-in-law, since she is my wife who has not passed the door, I will do this matter and I will prepare the money."

Zhao Xiang was silent for a moment, looked at Yan Shu, and sighed deeply: "You can go there..."

Song Beiyun bowed to say goodbye to Zhao Xiang, and Yan Shu also turned around and went out. The two walked on the street. Yan Shu hummed and said, "All wealth...I'm all wealth."

"That's your wife, will you save me?"

"Save!" Yan Shu sighed: "But that money won't..."

"It's 30,000 yuan. According to my rules, I'll bring someone to save you, but I'll share half of the money." Song Beiyun said for granted: "I rescued him and took him, and 15,000 yuan will be my."

"You...we are in such a relationship, do you ask me for money?"

"Friendship is friendship, business is business. If you don't give money, how could my brothers work hard? If I don't take yours, do I want to have a meal? One or two people say friendship, then can I still do my job?" Song Beiyun said in a verbal statement: "For you, 35,000 and 15,000 are no different. Zhao Xiang was pleased and deceived him and came back. You're a loss!"

"Anyway, it's all your reason, half is half."

"The travel expenses and car fees for this dispatch are also counted as you. According to the number of people, each person has thirty stalemates. I don't charge you money, so I'll give you a free job. Can you?"

"Okay...you have the final say."

Faced with such a scoundrel, Yan Shu sighed sadly and really got into the eyes of money. However, when he saw Song Beiyun pointing the general, he suddenly felt that the money was spent...it was a bit worth it.

First of all, there were only about 30 people in the Imperial City Division in this good yard. Song Beiyun directly clicked out twenty experts at the bottom of the box.

These good players may have a worse ability than small fish, but they are absolutely limited. One may not be able to beat small fish, but two can press the small fish on the ground like this. It can be said that they are both top-notch masters. After clicking it out, they disguise themselves as caravans, hire carriages and set up goods. They look like a real caravan, and there is no trace of performance at all.

"Brothers, this time you twenty people are on a business trip, each of them will receive ten guans of travel expenses. If the matter is done, the equal amount will be divided by three thousand guans."

Song Beiyun's words made the yards fly happily, but Yan Shu grabbed his sleeve: "You..."

"Battle." Song Beiyun patted the horse beside him: "Go back to get the money, go quickly!"

After Yan Shu took the money and got on the carriage, Song Beiyun said to him: "Do you know the small treasury? If a department does not have a small treasury, you will not be able to turn around at all if there is something to do. If the subordinates work hard, they must pay attention to the method. Do you think I am greedy for your little money?"

"Why do you have to use this method if you are so rich..."

"Are you stupid to study? No matter how rich I am, it will be my money. I will use the money to support the emperor's spy? Do you think you have a long life?"

Yan Shu hissed and slapped his forehead: "So that's it, so it's like this... I was so anxious and lost my mind."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Remember to find me if you have anything in the future. You can also recommend friends to find me, give you an internal price, and give you some kickbacks in the middle." Song Beiyun looked at the sun: "Well, it's still early. I'll tell you what to do at that time. You must not panic when the time comes."
Chapter completed!