Chapter 598 9.20 Nicholson Manor (5)

Chapter 598 20 Nicholson Manor (5)

Pushing through the crowd and going deeper, we arrived at the "Golden Silver Street Market" at the intersection of "Iron Gate" and "Golden Honeysuckle Street". Google Search Reading

Golden Silver Street is a name that common people give to themselves.

The nobles in the city prefer to call this area "Flea Market".

Because this place is always crowded from morning to night.

Most of the people coming and going are apprentices, handymen and low-level hooligans living in poor conditions. They sleep in large bunk beds with more than ten or twenty people squeezed together.

A straw mat is spread on the abandoned stone slab, and everyone lies side by side like corpses.

This living condition can be called a paradise for fleas.

The sun has just set, and the night market of the flea market has begun. There is no handling fee for setting up a stall here. Find a corner in the crowded street where pedestrians can't step on it, spread a straw mat casually, and put your goods on it.

Then shout loudly all night.

As long as the price is reasonable, you can get a few dozen copper coins.

"Hey, dear friends and relatives who came to Rome to pan for gold!

I know what you need most now! You need money, food, and women."

"All of this is inseparable from a solid and stable job!"

"My dear friends, if you have no way out, the enthusiastic boss Ma Feng can help you! Our dear boss Ma Feng is the most powerful labor agency on this street!"

"Hey, brother! Why are you looking at me with suspicion?"

"Just walk north along the street for 15 minutes, I guarantee that all your concerns will disappear! If you are afraid of getting lost, take a flyer from me."

"When you see Boss Ma Feng, tell him that Mr. Miller introduced you here!"

"He will give you the most generous treatment!"

Tang Qianye looked at a strong man who kept distributing toilet paper to the people around him, and truly felt that Ma Feng was no longer the same as before.

The snow-white "wood pulp paper" used by the people of Donglu is a high-quality product that only the nobles are qualified to use. Although the "papyrus paper" made of leaves is not expensive, it is not easy to get it in the hands of ordinary people.

The old man who was promoting on the street generously distributed the flyers of Ma Feng's store. This handwriting alone was unmatched in the entire flea market.

A large group of citizens who were scrambling for flyers quickly gathered around him.

Many people may not need to work, but when they saw others rushing to grab them, they also squeezed forward to try to get one.

After taking a look and finding it useless, he threw it on the road.

Tang Qianye picked up a flyer from the dirt road. The flyer was made very roughly, but it pointed out the route forward quite accurately.

15 minutes later, he was standing in front of a two-story pavilion with a rather impressive shape.

"Ma Feng Labor Agency"

"It seems to be this place."

He walked forward slowly and gently pushed open the door. After entering, he saw a statue of the Holy Lord Christ covered with gold powder.

"Country Dog" Ma Feng was wearing a Roman robe, holding a roasted pork elbow and chewing it with oil dripping from his mouth.

Crystal clear oil flowed down the corners of his mouth. Ma Feng was so hungry that he didn't care about maintaining etiquette. He rolled up his sleeves and wiped the oil directly on the cuffs of his linen robe.

There were also a group of younger brothers around him. They sat around a long table and feasted on the food on the table.

A room full of young gangsters sat next to a gold-inlaid plaster statue of the Holy Lord Christ. All of them were wearing Roman robes and desperately stuffing all kinds of meat into their mouths. The scene in front of them simply satisfied all of Tang Qianye's imaginations about "nouveau riche".

After knocking on the door gently, Ma Feng raised his head and was the first to put down the food in his hand.

The Donglu man who appeared in front of him gave him a sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen him somewhere before. After squinting his eyes and thinking carefully for a long time, he still couldn't remember it after all.

This was actually not Ma Feng's fault.

Even within the Legalist school, Tang Qianye's disguise skills are unmatched.

During the journey into the Black Desert with Ma Feng, his disguised identity was the chief guard of "Heath Blanche".

The chief guard at that time was full of muscles and always sat upright on horseback.

It was far from the appearance of a scholar now.

Although he did not recognize the origin of the person in front of him, seeing this oriental face, Ma Feng hurriedly grabbed a tablecloth and wiped the grease on his hands.

"Tang people" have always been synonymous with "noble" in Constantinople. This is not only because they hold precious commodities that everyone needs, but also because of the influence of Confucian culture for hundreds of years, this group of Tang merchants respect the elderly and love the young, and are honest to children and the elderly.

Not to mention that the powerful swordsmen in this group are still the pinnacle of mortal combat power.

"It's rare to see a person from the East Land appearing in the Gold and Silver Street."

"Dear guest, how can I, Ma Feng, help you?"

In just three months after returning to Constantinople, Ma Feng had completely changed his appearance. He was no longer the porter who had to carry goods in the horse team.

Old Hash was never stingy with his brothers, especially the porters who worked the hardest along the way. The gold coins Ma Feng received were enough to change his appearance and become one of the most powerful gangsters in the Iron Gate.

The sufficient amount of gold coins immediately gave him some of the temperament of a businessman.

Seeing the business coming to him, Ma Feng waved his hand to let the younger brother behind him go.

The gangsters retreated into the inner room holding the chicken legs. Taking out an iron skewer to shave teeth, Ma Feng led Tang Qianye to his "office" on the other side.

After pushing away two coolly dressed Visigoth women, he pulled a round table between the two of them.

"This distinguished sir."

"May I ask if there is anything I can help you with?"