169 Why hate him

"It is an organization that has risen in the imperial city in the past two years."

Ziyun tasted the tea and slowly told her the reason:

"It is a mysterious organization. Until now, we have not found out who the master is behind it. They have no fixed gathering place in the imperial city."

After a pause, she continued:

"In the past six months, they often hold temporary auctions at firework venues to auction some strange things because they don't have a fixed place and don't need to spend a lot of money to maintain. They spend much less than us, and they charge less admission fees and auction rebates than us. Many sellers gradually join them and wait for their convening every time. In this way, there will naturally be fewer people who come to our Zhaixing Tower to auction things."

"But, are they considered an underground organization like this? Don't the government officials investigate?" Jiuyin asked.

In the era when Jiuyin lived in the past, underground auctions like this were banned, but I didn’t know how this would be handled in this era.

Ziyun shook her head and said, "How could the people in the government be in charge of these matters?"

Everyone is just doing business. It is not illegal for people from Yumeng to organize auctions in Qing and Lou. It is precisely because their places are uncertain, the forms are diverse and fresh, which makes it easier to attract buyers.

Jiuyin understood that they did not violate the law, so the government would naturally not do anything to them. When they did not hold auctions, they did not need to spend too much money to maintain their auction venues, so the cost was much lower than that of their Zhaixing Tower.

Although there are many rich people in the imperial city, the money of rich people is not so easy to make. They are not stupid, so they will naturally go to wherever they can get greater benefits.

Buyers with status and status like Feng Chenye and others are naturally more willing to go to elegant places like Zhaixing Tower, but once the things auctioned in Zhaixing Tower are no longer novel, and the things auctioned by Yumeng each time are more attractive. Even if they have the identity, they will choose to go to Yumeng to have a look.

As the reputation becomes greater, more people go there, and more sellers are auctioned by them. The business of Zhaixing Tower plummeted, which is the most direct reason.

"Hasn't the Phoenix Master ever thought about how to get the business back?" In fact, Jiuyin didn't say something explicitly, because he was not familiar with Ziyun, so it was hard to say it too plainly.

Even when there is no Yumeng, there must have been other organizations who have thought of getting a share of this matter. However, the Fengmeng can cover the sparks, but why can't the Yumeng move?

Could it be that there is a powerful force behind the Yumeng?

Ziyun rubbed her forehead, looked at her for a while, then breathed a sigh of relief, and said indifferently: "Miss Jiuyin doesn't know anything, Fengmeng has been in the past two years..."

She paused, still hesitating whether to continue talking.

Jiuyin knew that she had just arrived not long ago, but to her, she was not considered her own person. There are some things in the Fengmeng that they may not know.

Just when she thought Ziyun would think of an excuse to send her away, Ziyun suddenly said: "The situation in Fengmeng in the past two years has not been optimistic. Everyone's concepts are somewhat different, so the internal personnel are a little divided. It is not easy for us to maintain our original relationship. It is good that Zhaixing Tower can maintain its operation. I really don't have much energy to worry about other things."

Ziyun didn't say anything more later. Jiuyin knew very well that for a person who had just entered, Ziyun told her that these were already the limit. As for why the Feng Alliance was split into pieces, or what they were like, under the current situation, Ziyun could not tell her.

After returning to the Yi Palace and Feng Chenye that day, when the two chatted, Jiuyin told Feng Chenye the truth about the Feng Alliance.

Finally, she asked a little shyly: "I tell you about Fengmeng in this way, is it considered a traitor to Fengmeng?"

After all, this can be regarded as a commercial secret, and it is a matter within their Fengmeng, so it should not be mentioned to outsiders.

Seeing her confusion, Feng Chenye pulled her into his arms and smiled and said, "Your business is mine, so what if you talk to me? What's more, I'm not a talkative person."

"I know." It is precisely because he knows that he will not talk too much that he will be unhappy when talking to him, and there is no reservation at all.

In fact, she wanted to hear his opinions. Although the two often quarreled, Jiuyin knew that Feng Chenye also had his own unique insights in business. Prince Yi owned his own industry, and the scale was quite large.

However, seeing that he seemed to be very busy recently, he swallowed many words that he had to his mouth, and she suddenly asked:

"By the way, what is the price you asked me to go to Fengmeng?"

Although he had a good relationship with Concubine Rong, Jiuyin knew that Prince Yi was not the kind of person who was willing to accept other people's benefits for no reason. It was the hardest to repay favors, so it was better to calculate it from the beginning.

When he came to Concubine Rong, he would naturally propose the conditions for his exchange.

In fact, she still doesn't know why Feng Chenye wanted her to join the Feng Alliance, what exactly did he want her to do?

But Feng Chenye never mentioned a few words to her, and she didn't want to ask him on his own initiative.

"You guess." Feng Chenye spread a piece of white paper and stuffed a brush into her hand: "Practice calligraphy."

Jiuyin has been forced to practice calligraphy for many days. Whenever he has time, he practices her calligraphy and handwriting. After practicing for some time, he can finally read some of the characters.

But strangely, Jiuyin's calligraphy did not develop into the beautiful appearance of the famous daughter Juanjuan, but became more masculine and more courageous as he wrote.

Later, Feng Chenye gradually discovered that her handwriting was developing towards her handwriting, and the first-hand characters she wrote gradually felt like they were flying dragons and phoenixes.

"I should find a girl to teach you." He suddenly smiled slightly.

Jiuyin looked back at him, without saying a word, just started writing and practiced slowly and seriously.

In fact, for her, she doesn't like to be delicate. She writes it like this now, which has a bit of the taste of Prince Yi. This kind of font is what she really likes.

After practicing for a whole page, I picked it up and looked at it carefully, and then handed it to Feng Chenye to see it. Feng Chenye shook his head and said, "Only my three success powers are not enough, so continue."

Jiuyin brought another piece of white paper and asked while practicing calligraphy carefully: "What did you agree to Concubine Rong?"

"Provide you Fengmeng for one year's expenditure."

Jiuyin pen paused, looked back at him, and said in surprise: "Is Prince Yi so much money that he has no place to use it? What exactly do you want me to go to Fengmeng to do?"

Feng Chenye's palm fell on her waist and rubbed it gently, and said with a smile: "I have been holding it in for so long, can't help but ask?"

He was also wondering when she could endure it.

"Did you say you've been waiting for me to ask?"

He shook his head: "It's not a waiting, I'm just curious when you'll ask."

"Then I'm asking now, can you give me an answer?"

"Guess." He still didn't answer, urging her to continue practicing calligraphy.

Jiuyin really can't guess what Prince Yi thought, or how many people in the world can guess it?

What exactly did she go to Fengmeng to do?

Now the Feng Alliance is in a stage of internal and external troubles. For Prince Yi, such a small organization should not be able to catch his eye. What exactly does he want to do?

"If you can't guess thoroughly, don't guess, you will understand in the future." He stretched out his long fingers and curled a strand of her hair around his fingertips: "Continue to practice writing."

Jiuyin stopped talking and practiced her words seriously. After practicing this, she practiced for half an hour. Until she was so tired that she could hardly sit on his legs and couldn't help but raise her arms and stretch her waist, the man behind her gently pressed forward and pressed towards her body.

"Jiuyin, are you having a happy life now?"

Feeling the woman in her arms stiffened slightly, he smiled and said, "You still have many things in your heart that you can't let go. I won't force you, but you'd better put it down yourself. You know that I have never had much patience."

Jiuyin looked back at him and said helplessly: "I didn't say anything."

"Why don't you ask where he went?" he asked suddenly.

With her eyes falling on the paper where she practiced writing, Jiuyin's heart trembled slightly. She put down the brush and looked at the words she practiced with him. After a moment of silence, she said, "Didn't you say you don't let me think of other people? How dare I ask?"

After she came back, she had never seen Zhan Qingcheng. It is said that he had not been in the mansion for these days. Not long after they went to Fengqi, he left Prince Yi's mansion and had never returned.

She didn't know what he was doing, and no one told her, and she didn't dare to ask Feng Chenye for fear of causing him displeasure.

"He went to Yu Yao to pursue the whereabouts of the old lady." As he was in a state of mind, Feng Chenye gave her the answer.

Jiuyin still didn't speak, but actually she had many questions in her mind, but she didn't dare to ask in front of him.

Feng Chenye's big palm fell on her face, and his fingertips flicked gently on the tip of her nose: "Do you remember what I said to you before?"

"What?" She opened her eyes, her eyes locked on his perfect face. Seeing his eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous sign flashing in her eyes, she immediately said, "Prince Yi has said too much to me, I don't know which sentence you are saying."

"I said I can do whatever I want in front of me. Since I have a problem, why not ask?"

In fact, this statement really hides a lot of doting smell. Jiuyin understands it in her heart, but she just keeps deliberately ignoring it.

She was a little helpless: "I dare to ask other questions, but how dare I say more about Qingcheng? You don't know what you are like."

Feng Chenye was slightly embarrassed when she told him about his petty aura in person. He coughed lightly twice and snorted coldly: "I am happy tonight, please ask."

It can be seen that his sincerity is at this moment. Whenever he wants to hide his sincerity, those "I" and those words that are above the top will always overflow in his thin lips.

He just wanted to hide his sincerity in this cold and hard way. If the sincerity is seen through, he would feel unnatural.

The more I knew this man, the more I felt the more sad she felt. She reluctantly suppressed the sourness and smiled and said, "Can you really ask anything?"

"Yes." But will he answer or not? That's his business.
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