Chapter 53

The water under the South Shiqiao was rushing.

In the Langyun Building, large red lanterns hung on the tall door beam, wrapped in groups of warm red light, swaying and moving.

The soft singing lingered around the beams, the waiters recorded the menu, and the food runners shuttled everywhere.

In the private room of the Earth character C, Liang Qu pushed open the door, and the warm wind blew toward his face.

"A talent! Truly a talent! Solemn as the wind under the pine, tall and slowly pulling, no wonder he can become a high disciple of Master Yang!"

Lin Di, wearing dark blue clothes, stood up to greet him and praised loudly.

"My dog son Songbao said long ago that he knew a friend in Yixing City, with an extraordinary bearing, not a thing in the pool. I originally thought that a small Yixing City couldn't have such a person, and it was my dog son's short-sightedness and exaggeration, but now that I see it, it is really so!"

"It's really Lin's lack of fortune, not having seen Brother Liang's bearing earlier. Oh, sorry, it's my impoliteness, I was really too excited, relying on being older and speaking wildly, Brother Liang, Brother Liang! I'll punish myself with three cups first!"

After speaking, Lin Di drank three cups of wine, his face slightly flushed.

Lin Songbao: "..."

When did I say such things? And you call him Brother Liang, what do I call him? Uncle Liang?

Liang Qu: "..."

This person is so good at talking, and why is this seniority so messy?

Unknowingly, Liang Qu was pulled by Lin Di to enter the seat, pointing to the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy beside him: "Let me introduce, my eldest son, Lin Fuyun! Fuyun, greet your Uncle Liang!"

Eldest son?

Liang Qu looked at Lin Songbao behind him in surprise, but saw him nod.

Oh, born of a concubine and born of a wife, right? Liang Qu finally understood why, as the son of the fishing pier owner, Lin Songbao had to work at the fishing pier every day.

Lin Fuyun stood up and saluted: "Hello, Uncle Liang."

Liang Qu's mouth twitched. You kid don't think that calling me Uncle Liang will make me happy, do you?

"Don't call me Brother Liang, I'm not old."

"Then I dare to call you, virtuous nephew?"

Liang Qu was silent for a long time: "Just call my name."

"That won't do, it's too impolite."

"Then Young Master Liang."

"Alright." Lin Di was a bit disappointed, turned his head and let the food runner serve the dishes, and at the same time clapped his hands. In an instant, a fragrant wind struck.

Three women wearing gorgeous clothes walked in. Liang Qu widened his eyes, only to see them bend down to salute, then two played music and one danced.

Good, good, good, you are playing this with me, right?

"Young Master Liang, rest assured, we only enjoy the dance."

Lin Di smiled. Long before he came, he had inquired clearly, knowing that Liang Qu had a thin skin and was embarrassed even to go on a blind date. Coming to point out something exciting rashly would easily cause trouble, so he only came for the elegant ones.

Liang Qu's face was slightly red, he held a hollow fist, coughed, and said: "That's fine, that's fine."

Next was the pushing of cups and changing of lamps, but Liang Qu didn't drink alcohol, only tea, but he ate one plate of food after another.

The taste of Langyun Building was indeed good. There was even chili in the dishes. Liang Qu had never seen this thing before and thought Dashun didn't have it. Now it seems he was too poor, so he couldn't see it.

"This is a spice brought back from the Western Expedition of the Western Army last year, and it only became popular to cultivate this year. The color is bright red, the taste is spicy, and you will sweat profusely after eating it, but there is a different kind of comfort. I don't know if Young Master Liang is used to eating it."

"Used to it, used to it." Liang Qu stuffed meat into his mouth.

"Then about my fishing pier, I don't know if Young Master Liang can take care of it a little. At that time, I will offer twenty percent of the annual income of the fishing pier with both hands." Lin Di filled the tea, his face full of peach blossoms, "Of course, whether it succeeds or not, the awning boat promised to you will be returned to Young Master Liang. After all, it is returning the thing to its owner."

"Of course not."

"Hahaha, is that so, then that's too good... hmm?" Lin Di found something wrong halfway through laughing, stuck in place, suspecting he heard wrong, and asked again, "Young Master Liang just said..."

"I said no."

Lin Di was dumbfounded. He looked for Liang Qu because he wanted to use Liang Qu's identity to help his fishing pier gain momentum, so he could go to other piers to grab business.

Those who can open a fishing pier have more or less some connections, which are not easy to handle. With Liang Qu's help, under the protection of Master Yang's personal disciple, it would be much simpler.

But how could he refuse so simply?

You know, if the matter can be done, Liang Qu doesn't have to do anything, lying down for a year, the income would be at least a hundred taels!

"Young Master Liang, maybe I didn't make it clear just now. As long as you agree, thirty percent of the annual harvest of the fishing pier in the future..."

Liang Qu put down his chopsticks and burped.

"Even if you give it all to me, it won't work. I ate the meal, I accepted the boat, but I won't do the thing, and I won't take the income of the fishing pier."

Lin Di was quite disappointed, but didn't dare to be angry: "Young Master Liang, can you tell me why?"

"Because I am a fisherman."

Lin Di's pupils shrank slightly.

Liang Qu moved the stool and stood up: "Oppressing my own people to make money, I feel uncomfortable taking this money. Alright, I'm full, goodbye. By the way, the dance you danced is very good, and the people are also very beautiful."

"Thank you for the praise, Young Master."

The three women knelt and saluted.

Liang Qu pushed the door and left.

Lin Di came back to his senses and hurriedly greeted Lin Songbao: "Hurry, send Young Master Liang off."

"No need, I'll walk by the river alone, blow the cold wind, it's comfortable."

Liang Qu disappeared, and the sound disappeared from everyone's ears.

Walking out of Langyun Building, a cold wind blew directly into the collar, Liang Qu shivered, and the sleepiness after being full was completely dispelled.

This meal was not meaningless, at least he got back his own awning boat.

That was a good boat. It was a bit old, but it didn't affect its use at all. The hull was wide and large enough, and he could lie down and sleep completely, which was much more comfortable than the current sampan.

As for the income of the fishing pier...

How should I put it, Liang Qu actually has a compromise method.

That is, don't take that twenty percent income, but let Lin Di reduce the rental fee by twenty percent, or some other distribution method, which can make the fishermen live better.

But... that might harm Liang Qu's own interests.

Fishermen are indeed pitiful, but they are not necessarily kind...

Whether it's not taking the income or taking less, and turning it into reducing rent for them, the fishermen might thank him at first, but after a long time, the fishermen will gradually get used to the reduced rental fee, and their lives will still be tight, so they will think that Liang Qu, as the umbrella of the fishing pier, is hateful.

Moreover, how would Master and Senior Brothers look at it?

Being accepted as a personal disciple by Master Yang, Liang Qu gradually understood one thing.

When you have no ability, a good reputation is useless, but as long as you show a little talent, a good reputation can bring unexpected gains.

Liang Qu thinks he is a good person, but maybe not that good.

He can take money out of his own pocket to buy buns for the snotty kid, but he will worry about his feathers being stained and give up cooperating with the fishing pier to help the fishermen.

The water under the South Shiqiao was rushing, hitting the shore stones, rolling up white water foam.

"Alas, obviously life is getting better, but there are so many troubles for no reason."

Liang Qu sighed, he crossed his hands behind his head, paced slowly, and hummed a song completely different from the tune of the restaurant singing girl.

"I am so dissolute, I am so dirty, thousands of pages of ink write my crimes."

"My arrogance, my thoughts, attached to this ugly skin."

"You are so noble, you are so arrogant, rice bag and wine sack, human appearance and dog appearance."

"Your hypocrisy, your impermanence, embedded in your exquisite skin."

The cold wind swept across the street, Liang Qu felt that the wind came from the river, bringing a familiar smell.