Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 389 388 The Tail Without Fish
Feng Xiuhu frowned slightly—because the shopkeeper had told him that the entry price was around ten "dried shrimp".

He asked with dissatisfaction, "Is this still the seasonal price?"

The manager understood his meaning and said with a smile, "So that you two bosses may know that there are some good products on stage tonight, so the admission price is a bit higher than usual. It's also good that you two came at this time. If you had waited until the afternoon, I'm afraid there would have been nowhere to buy them."

Feng Xiuhu silently calculated in his mind that twenty dried shrimp were equivalent to twenty silver plates, which was also two gold vouchers and one-fifth of a gold pillar!

Good grief, this is just for an admission ticket—and even that's just for a seat in the lobby.

He closed the catalog and handed it back: "Okay, it'll be the two of us."

The manager accepted it respectfully with a smile: "According to the rules, we need to verify the funds first."

Feng Xiuhu instructed Shunzi to open the money box, revealing several stacks of gold notes inside: "Is this enough?"

The box contained neatly stacked gold coupons, totaling more than five stacks, each stack containing a hundred coupons, which would amount to more than fifty gold pillars.

The manager, a man of many experience, was unfazed by the amount of money. He merely glanced at it briefly before nodding and saying, "That's enough."

Feng Xiuhu took out four gold vouchers and handed them to the steward—this was his and Shunzi's entrance fee.

Feng Xiuhu stared at him: "If you don't have anything good tonight, don't blame me for making a scene."

The manager accepted the gold voucher and replied with a smile, "I guarantee I won't let the boss down."

Shunzi's heart bled as he watched the gold voucher change hands.

He suddenly grabbed the steward's wrist, glaring at him and shouting, "You—"

Seeing Shunzi's ferocious expression, the person in charge couldn't help but swallow hard: "Wh-what's wrong?"

Shunzi took a breath: "You charge such high prices—the establishment should at least provide a meal, right?"

The manager smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, boss, we don't provide food in the main hall. These services are only available in the VIP rooms."

Shunzi's face darkened: "Can I bring it myself?"

The manager's smile became even more awkward—it was the first time he had ever encountered such a request.

Who among those who can get into nightclubs isn't a respectable gentleman? They wouldn't do something so undignified, even if they starved to death.

"Silence means agreement."

Feng Xiuhu agreed to Shunzi's request on behalf of the steward.

He patted the manager on the shoulder: "Remember to arrange a seat for me near the front, in case you can't hear me when I call out the price."

The manager nodded with a wry smile.

With everything arranged, Feng Xiuhu led Shunzi away in a long stride.

Only after the two figures disappeared around the corner of the corridor did the manager stop smiling.

He patted off non-existent dust from the catalog, muttering under his breath, "Where did these two bumpkins come from..."

"You come to me complaining about how I don't have good stuff—if I really had good stuff, would you even be able to afford it?!"

……

They left the bidding hall.

The two brothers, with nowhere to go, squatted on the side of the street.

Feng Xiuhu was thinking about what kind of weapon he should choose for himself, while Shunzi was still grieving over the four gold vouchers, so he kept his head down and didn't say anything.

A building diagonally across the street was bustling with people going in and out, and Feng Xiuhu's attention was drawn to it: "What are they doing there?"

Shunzi looked up and murmured, "Post Office... Brother, I miss home."

Feng Xiuhu patted his butt and stood up: "What nonsense are you talking about? We've only been out for a few days. Come on, let's send a letter home."

Shunzi remained silent and followed Feng Xiuhu into the post office.

After asking for paper and pen at the counter, Feng Xiuhu pondered for a moment before starting to write.

【Ruan Xiaoman…】 After thinking for a moment, I crossed out those words and changed them to “slender waist”.

I haven't written any other words, only asking if everyone at home is well, if the choir brothers are settled, how is Guiyuan's business, and if there have been any changes in Fancheng.
At the end, he briefly mentioned his current situation, saying that he would be staying in Qianyu City for a while, and if there was a reply, it could be sent to No. 33, Gunshui Wharf.

The last sentence was underlined to highlight the key point: "[Remember to specify the recipient as Ma Er.]"

Feng Xiuhu sealed the letter and handed the envelope and payment back to the counter.

When they turned back to look for Shunzi, they saw him looking wary and peering out the door.

"what happened?"

Feng Xiuhu asked.

Shunzi replied in a low voice, "It looks like it has a tail."

Feng Xiuhu's gaze sharpened: "Go out and take a look."

The two immediately walked out of the post office. Shunzi looked around and pointed to a hat-wearing man across the street who was leaning against a mailbox reading a newspaper: "That's him!"

Seeing that things were not going well, the man turned and ran.

Someone was actually following us!
Startled, Feng Xiuhu led Shunzi and gave chase.

Feng Xiuhu wasn't lying when he was chatting with Shi Dajiao a couple of days ago—Shunzi really does run faster than a horse.

Do you even understand the value of putting all your effort into your physical body?

The man ran half a block and, as he was about to turn into an alley, he glanced back to look around, only to see a large hand covering his face.

bang——

Shunzi pressed the man's face down and slammed his head against the wall.

The man slumped against the wall, letting out incoherent groans through his nose.

Feng Xiuhu followed unhurriedly, glanced at the man's bleeding head, and asked, "Is there any hope for him?"

Shunzi nodded: "I won't die, I'm holding back."

Passersby on the street all turned their gazes in this direction.

Feng Xiuhu dragged the man by the leg and walked him into the alley.

Shunzi turned around and glared at the onlookers: "What are you looking at! Haven't you ever seen someone catching a thief before?"

Intimidated by his imposing presence and physique, the crowd pretended nothing was amiss and dispersed.

The man regained consciousness during the dragging and hurriedly explained to Feng Xiuhu, "It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! Please spare my life, sir!"

Few people call Feng Xiuhu by that title.

He squatted down and asked, "Where did you come from?"

The man dared not delay and quickly replied, "We have no fish to eat!"

Feng Xiuhu's eyes narrowed—had he finally been exposed?

But then he thought again and realized something was wrong—if he had really been exposed, the owner of Shiwuyu should have come to him directly. The nun from the Marriage Temple knew he was difficult to deal with, so why would she send such a nobody to follow him?
Feng Xiuhu remained expressionless and continued asking, "Why were you following me?"

Hearing Feng Xiuhu's tone soften, the man breathed a sigh of relief: "I apologize for disturbing you, sir. Last night, a thief broke into our master's residence. Our master dared not take it lightly, so he sent us to search the whole city—starting with the guests who went to Shi Wu Yu last night."

"It's not convenient to do this openly, so we had to keep watch in secret. We didn't mean to disturb our guests, and it would also damage the reputation of Shiwuyu if word got out, but we didn't expect you to be so vigilant, which led to this misunderstanding."

Shunzi stood a short distance away and didn't come over, to prevent anyone from entering the alley.

Feng Xiuhu remained unfazed: "Then you've come to the wrong person. It's true that I went to Shi Wu Yu last night, but the hostess in charge of reception can testify that we left in front of you when the riot occurred—so it's impossible that I was the one who caused the riot."

The man nodded repeatedly in agreement: "What you say makes sense, sir. I will go back and report immediately, and I will ensure that no one will bother you again."

P.S.: Requesting book recommendations~
(End of this chapter)