As the main hall in Luoyang City, the Shantang is located in the capital, and naturally has its own differences. Judging from the area and location alone, it is even more exaggerated than some royal houses.

When Xia Sheng came outside the gate of Shantang in Luoyang under the guidance of Bi Qingwen, he unexpectedly discovered that even though it was raining heavily at this time, there were still several long rows outside the gate of Shantang. From a distance, there were hundreds of people with black heads!

Bi Qingwen was not surprised by this and couldn't help but whisper: "Today is the day when relief silver is distributed in the hall once in January, so the poor people from nearby prefectures and counties arrived early."

Xia Sheng nodded, looking relieved.

The evaluation of Qin Xiaohua in my heart has reached a higher level.

Because this measure was not established by Xia Sheng at the beginning of the founding of the Good Hall, but was only implemented by Qin Xiaohua in recent years!

It is not known whether Qin Xiaohua is really a kind-hearted person. But just because he dares to take the big picture of the world and risk being suspicious of the current emperor, he must also implement this policy without hesitation, which is enough to make Xia Shengdao admire him!

Standing at the door, Xia Sheng looked up at the gold-plated sign of "Shantang" above his head. He felt a little moved for a moment. He slowly put away the oil paper umbrella in his hand, shook the water splashes on his body, took a deep breath again, and then took a step again and crossed the threshold of the gate of Shantang.

When she walked into the door, Xia Sheng immediately noticed that several large braziers were raised in the house, and there was a dedicated person responsible for distributing ginger soup. I have to say that Shan Xiaohua really put a lot of effort into winning people's hearts.

But in Xia Sheng's view, as long as Shantang's actions can be beneficial to the poor, even if they really win over some people's hearts, what is it?

The people in the venue also gave enough face and wore straw raincoats distributed by the Shantang. Even if the weather was not good, no one complained, and no one caused trouble. They were in good order. I am afraid that there would not be such rules at the celebration of the 500th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Fortunately, Bi Qingwen was in charge of leading the way, and Xia Sheng and his group were not blocked at all and came to the counter very smoothly.

Facing the scrutiny of everyone, Xia Sheng naturally took out the guest's waist card from his arms and handed it to the counter manager.

Seeing this, the manager immediately walked out from behind the counter and said respectfully: "Is it Mr. Xia? My master has been waiting in the inner hall for a long time. Please come with me."

Xia Sheng nodded and was about to follow the other party's court, but he never thought that the manager stood still, and then said to Bi Qingwen: "This should be Deacon Bi, right? My master said that he saw Mr. Xia alone, please take these two to the side hall for a while."

Upon hearing this, Xia Sheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. Just as he was about to say something, Bi Qingwen behind him spoke first, "Since that's the case, I'll hand over Mr. Xia to you." As he said that, Bi Qingwen grabbed Ning Zheng's arm and smiled and said, "Brother Ning, Miss Meng, let's go from here."

Ning Zheng and Meng Qi had nothing to object to this, so they immediately followed Bi Qingwen in another direction.

Seeing this scene, Xia Sheng's face was slightly cold, but the manager seemed to have not seen it at all. He bowed again and said, "Young Master Xia, please come here."

Xia Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, hesitated for a moment, and finally followed the manager silently and entered the inner hall.

As the manager said, there was already someone waiting there.

But it was not Qin Yan, nor Kang Wuwei, but a strange old man that Xia Sheng had never met before.

The old man looked a little thin, his face was red, and he was sitting on a well-crafted rattan chair, savoring tea.

Seeing Xia Sheng coming, the old man seemed to have no intention of getting up to greet him, but said to the in charge first: "Okay, you go down."

Hearing this, the latter nodded silently, left the inner hall without saying a word, and closed the door again.

Seeing this, Xia Sheng laughed silently and walked straight forward. He sat opposite the old man as if he was in his own home, picked up the teacup on the table, and tasted it lightly.

"Dahongpao in Changshan is indeed a good tea."

"Oh? The young master also knows tea?"

"Understand."

After a simple question and answer, the venue fell into silence again, and the fragrance of tea rose with the mist, giving people a sense of comfort and peace.

After a while, the old man chuckled softly: "I am the worship here, Wei Qinglu."

Xia Sheng slowly closed the teacup, looked up at the other party, and suddenly asked, "Where is Qin Yan and Kang Wuwei?"

This question was not beyond the old man's expectations. He just didn't expect that Xia Sheng would ask so directly, and he didn't expect that Xia Sheng would call them by their names.

However, this shock was only a moment. The next moment, Old Wei's expression had returned to its original state. He smiled and said, "Wuwei had an enlightenment after returning to Beijing and had already been in seclusion at home. As for the lady... she was also busy preparing for the tribe competition, so she really couldn't get any time."

Xia Sheng ignored this and then asked the second question, which was also his most concerned question: "Is there any news about my father's whereabouts?"

Mr. Wei's answer was clear: "It's already been checking, but the young master must know that the sea of ​​people is vast, and it has been half a month since Ling Zun disappeared. It is not realistic to find it so quickly."

Upon hearing this, Xia Sheng finally narrowed his eyes gently.

Because this answer made him very dissatisfied.

Because the other party is Shantang, which is the largest intelligence network in the world.

So he turned to the last question: "Have you ever found out the authenticity of the copybook I handed over to Kang Wuwei?"

The smile on Mr. Wei's face became even brighter and he replied slowly: "Mr. Xia, don't be anxious. This matter needs to be done step by step. I believe that the young master also knows the value of this copybook. For my Shantang, this matter is very important and I have to do it with caution. I am afraid it will take some time. But please believe that if you find out that the copybook in your hand is authentic, you will definitely notify the young master as soon as possible."

Speaking of this, Mr. Wei suddenly leaned forward a little and said with a smile: "But since the young master asked about this, I'm sorry that I'm talking too much. I don't know where the young master got this copybook? Or who gave it to me? After all, the source of the good copybook is also one of the important basis for us to verify its authenticity..."

This time, Xia Sheng's patience was finally exhausted. Like Wei Zhiyuan, he leaned forward, but the words he said were even more colder than this heavy rain.

"Shan Copybooks have always been recognized by people but not by people. This is a rule that Shantang has set since five hundred years ago. Why, does Wei Gongfeng want to admit it?"

Wei Zhiyuan's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he kept saying, "I don't mean that."

Xia Sheng snorted coldly: "Wei Gongfeng, I don't have time to play puzzles with you, nor do I have time to play games with you. I only know that those who come here by Zhengshan copybook must be regarded as guests of honor by the Shantang people, and you cannot refuse any requests made by the visitor. Since you are from the Qin family, you should know this rule!"

"But from the beginning, I have not seen any respect from you, but a completely false and perfunctory attitude, with a very perfunctory intention! It is so simple to verify the authenticity of the Shan Copybook. If you don't say anything else, I believe that as long as you present this post to Qin Xiaohua, he can tell the authenticity at a glance!"

Wei Zhiyuan's body trembled, and he almost lost his mind in Xia Sheng's harsh shout, but he still tried hard to keep calm until the other party mentioned the name of his head of the family, and finally couldn't help but shout: "You are bold!"

"You are presumptuous!"

Xia Sheng had almost pressed his face in front of Wei Zhiyuan, without any intention of being polite, and he would not give in.

"As a sacrificial worshiper in Shantang, he regards Shantang as nothing, treats the distinguished guests in Shantang like foolish people. I am very curious. If Qin Xiaohua knows about this, what should you blame!"

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