My wife is a reborn big boss

In the end, the two didn't say anything, obediently handed over forty taels of silver, then booked a room and went upstairs to copy the secret manual.

Why forty taels? Because there were two people, each receiving twenty taels.

Wu Qiong chuckled and sat back down, saying, "This meal's on me, but if it's not enough, everyone can order more!"

Then he turned to the waiter and said, "Waiter, could you please bring me a few jars of wine, the kind that isn't spiked?"

"Okay...okay..." The waiter went to fetch the wine, his voice trembling.

When the wine arrived, Jie Se opened a jar, took a sip, and his eyes lit up: "Good wine!"

"Oh? Then you should try it." Wu Qiong said, pouring a cup for himself and the driver, then he asked Xiao Bai and the other two, "Do you want some?"

Li Jianshi and Ye Qingxuan both shook their heads and refused, while the little white girl silently pushed the cup in front of Wu Qiong.

Wu Qiong filled her cup, and just as he was about to speak, another cup was handed to him:

"I...I want one too!"

Wu Qiong looked up and saw Li Jianshi holding a cup, her cherry lips tightly pursed.

He chuckled softly and poured her a full glass as well: "Shi'er, if you can't drink, then forget it."

Li Jianshi's expression was somewhat complicated: "It's nothing, I used to... never mind, I won't talk about it."

The person who drank with you in your past life was me...

Wu Qiong smiled without saying a word. Everyone has their own secrets. Since Shi'er didn't say anything, he didn't intend to ask. He simply helped her fill her glass.

Half an hour had passed in the time it took to toast each other.

The torrential rain outside still hasn't stopped.

None of the people drinking were drunk, except for the driver, Brother Xu.

Oh, by the way, his name is Xu Qingyuan.

Wu Qiong withdrew his gaze from Xiaobai Shi'er's face, twirled the cup in his hand, and casually asked, "Brother Xu, is something on your mind?"

Xu Qingyuan, who had been drinking silently, was taken aback and said with a wry smile, "Brother Wu figured it out."

"Yes, today is the anniversary of my wife's death." His voice was low and somber. "Two years ago today, my daughter was abducted by human traffickers and has been missing ever since. One year ago today, my wife, heartbroken, hanged herself at home. Today..."

A hand rested on his arm, and when he looked up, he saw a pair of deep eyes.

Wu Qiong said, "Brother Xu, don't do anything foolish."

Xu Qingyuan shook his head: "Would you like to hear my story?"

Before anyone could answer, he downed another glass of wine and continued, "Two years ago today, my wife and I took our daughter to a temple fair. She wanted a sugar figurine, so I left the two of them behind and went to buy one by myself. But when I returned, only my wife was sitting on the ground, crying bitterly. I rushed over, and she told me that someone had just come and taken our daughter away."

He poured himself another glass of wine: "We searched all night but couldn't find our daughter. So I took a job as a driver at the car dealership under my management, so I could go out and search for her everywhere."

"I searched for a long time, but I had no news of my daughter at all. My wife also lost her appetite and gradually became thinner. On the day that my daughter disappeared for a full year, I returned home, and Xiaoru...she..."

He couldn't continue, so he took a swig of wine: "I'm sorry to them. If I hadn't gone to buy the sugar figurine..."

"There's no use regretting what's already happened," Wu Qiong said softly, taking a sip of his drink. "The important thing is what to do next."

"That's right, but the important thing is the future." Xu Qingyuan's voice was calm. He looked steadily at Wu Qiong and said, "Brother Wu, if... I beg you, will you help me take revenge?"

Wu Qiong raised an eyebrow: "Do you know where that human trafficker is?"

"I only found out recently." Xu Qingyuan remained calm, but a hint of nervousness could be seen in his eyes. "But I'm just an ordinary person who has practiced some basic martial arts. The opponent is much stronger. I can't avenge my wife, nor can I find out where my daughter is. I wonder if Brother Wu can help me? If it works out, my car dealership will be yours."

"If you find your enemy, I will help you." Wu Qiong stared at him intently. "Keep the car shop for yourself. You have a long life ahead of you."

"Brother Wu is right." Xu Qingyuan was silent for a while, then said with relief, "Your words are enough."

He suddenly became very enthusiastic: "Come on! Let's drink! I'll toast everyone!"

"......good."

Half an hour later, the dishes were finished and the wine was gone.

Everyone returned to their rooms to prepare for bed.

Wu Qiong sat by the window and sighed softly. His eyes were deep, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Then he pulled out the magical conch shell.

.........

At the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), there was a sudden knock on Wu Qiong's door.

Wu Qiong, who had spent half the day cooking congee with Her Majesty the Empress, calmly opened the door.

Outside the door, Li Jianshi frowned and whispered, "Brother Qiong, Brother Xu has been killed."

Wu Qiong remained calm as he walked towards Xu Qingyuan's room. Li Jianshi silently followed behind him.

Upon entering the house, Ye Qingxuan, Su Mubai, the innkeeper, and the waiter were already there.

"Brother Wu," Jie Se said with a sorrowful expression, "Brother Xu, he..."

"Was Brother Xu murdered?" Wu Qiong asked in a low voice.

Jie Se was taken aback, then nodded: "Amitabha, Brother Xu... he was killed. Apart from a sword wound in his chest, he had no other wounds. Besides that, he was tightly clutching a piece of paper in his hand."

He handed the note to Wu Qiong.

Wu Qiong silently took the note and opened it.

A few words were hastily written on it:

"Eight, nine, ten, eleven."

Wu Qiong finally couldn't hold back any longer, his voice trembling: "Brother Xu, you want to know the answer to that question even when you die... But I really don't know... But don't worry, I will find the murderer and avenge you."

There was absolutely no need for a flash of lightning or to risk Grandpa; the answer to the riddle was practically written on the riddle itself.

He turned to the landlady and said, "Landlady, could you please call everyone in the inn? The torrential rain hasn't stopped tonight, and the murderer is among these people."

The proprietress frowned deeply, then nodded and said, "I understand. Xiao Wang, go and call everyone in the inn to await Young Master Wu's instructions."

"Yes, ma'am!" The waiter dashed off in a flash.

Soon, the crowd arrived one after another. Most of them were yawning and had been complaining, but when they saw the corpse on the ground, their expressions changed, and they stopped talking and stood silently to the side, waiting for Wu Qiong to speak.

"Is everyone here?" Wu Qiong asked, his back to the crowd, his voice devoid of any inflection.

The waiter bowed and scraped, saying, "Everyone in the shop is here. Please give your orders, sir."

"We were supposed to have dinner and drinks, and then happily head to Dingzhou tomorrow morning. But why, why..." He abruptly turned around, his eyes as still as a deep well: "Someone tell me, how did Brother Xu die?"

Everyone felt a tightness in their chest, as if they couldn't breathe.

Fortunately, the feeling came and went quickly; otherwise, many people might have suffocated to death.

Seeing no one answer, Wu Qiong looked at the terrified waiter: "Waiter, who was the first to discover Brother Xu's body?"

"Amitabha." Jie Se clasped his hands together, his expression sorrowful: "It was this humble monk who discovered that Brother Xu had already passed away."