I was Idle and Cool Chapter 120: To the rescue

Sheng Xuan finally agreed.

As Lu Jinxi said, at this moment, he has no capital to refuse, and no possibility to choose someone else.

Although 30% is not much compared to the past, it may even seem harsh, but at this time, it can be regarded as a rain of rain.

Besides, according to their current negotiation, even if he did go back and think about the previous day, it would be the same result, and it might even be worse.

Lu Jinxi's attitude is too clear.

She raised these three or seven points, and judging from the tone, she never thought about giving in and changing her tone.

For him to stand in Lu Jinxi's position, I'm afraid it's impossible to change his mind. It's already very kind to not even set the ratio of the dividend to 28 and 19.

The two made a verbal agreement on this.

Because Lu Jinxi was in a hurry for this trip, Sheng Xuan had no intention of delaying it. Knowing that she came to Baoding in person to see the current situation of Sheng Longchang, she invited her to be a guest in Sheng Longchang in the afternoon and draw pictures by the way. Make a contract and discuss some more details.

Lu Jinxi also agreed.

So Sheng Xuan sighed, not knowing whether it was helplessness or other more complicated emotions, he said goodbye to her first, so that he could go back and make some preparations.

Lu Jinxi only took him to the door.

Sheng Xuan asked her to stay, and he went with Qian Mingda, the stunned shopkeeper who had not recovered yet.

Just three or two sentences to finish talking?

And there's almost no bargain!

Don't say that he has been rolling around in this mall for many years and has met Qian Mingda from all walks of life. Even Qingque, who has been serving in the mansion and rarely touches such things, is dumbfounded.

"This, this is it?"

She looked at Lu Jinxi blankly, and there was a dreamy feeling in her voice.

Lu Jinxi walked back to his seat, picked up the Dahongpao that hadn't had a couple of sips, and drank it like a peony, then put down the tea cup and laughed, and answered her: "Where is it? It's done? It's still early. It's just a verbal image, and there are still more details to negotiate. And there are still variables before signing the contract; after signing the contract, you may not be able to make money. Quick, but because this Boss Sheng has no choice, I will not give him more choices."

Only 30%, love or not.

She had this attitude from start to finish.

Fortunately, Sheng Xuan understood it very well, and agreed without too much entanglement. In private, she did not use her border trade plan to contact others in order to seek cooperation from other parties.

He agreed directly.

If he really does something below, then she will need to reconsider whether to cooperate with Sheng Xuan again.

"Let's go."

Everything has been discussed, so Lu Jinxi didn't stay here any longer. He sent Qing Que to settle the account. After sitting for a while, he walked downstairs directly.

He Xing and others, who were guarding across the street, had already seen Sheng Xuan come out. They guessed that she should come out later, so they all waited there.

As soon as she showed up, they all stood up.

Lu Jinxi naturally saw them at a glance, and was about to signal something, when the corner of his eye flickered, he saw a figure walking on the street diagonally in front of him on his right.

A tall, lanky figure in a cyan gown.

He didn't show his face, just a side view, and even turned around, leaving a back view.

But at this moment, it directly reminded her of what Yin Ping said earlier, the mysterious scribe who had contacts with Shenghong, the owner of Nansheng Longchang...

Almost subconsciously, Lu Jinxi wanted to turn around and take a look in that direction.

Unexpectedly, before she took two steps with her feet, a panicked exclamation came from behind: "Give it up, let it go!"

It is a wooden cart.

A guy dressed in sackcloth and short brown, pushing a scooter, with sacks taller than a person piled on top, and running fast under his feet.

Everyone on the street turned to both sides.

When Lu Jinxi turned around, the trolley was already very close to her. Because the sacks were so high, she couldn't even see the head of the guy pushing the trolley behind the trolley!

"Madam!"

There were exclamations from both ends of the street.

The near one is Qingque, who was run over by the evading pedestrian, and the far one is He Xing and others who are walking towards her across the street.

Lu Jinxi heard it clearly, but it was too late to avoid it.

She had all the attention of the scribe who passed by, when suddenly a scooter came, and there were voices from both ends. The information was too mixed, and it was hard to recover.

Not to mention, her physical condition is inherently bad, and even if she can react, she may not be able to avoid it.

So, she could only see the scooter coming to her side, and she was about to hit it. She could already imagine the scenes of these high piles of sacks being smashed down in her mind.

It's the moment of lightning--

A hand stretched out from the slanting thorn, quickly and forcefully pulling her towards the side of the street!

"His!"

The skirt of the moon white elastic ink skirt was scratched by the wooden thorn on the edge of the scooter, and a small gap was suddenly broken.

Lu Jinxi almost watched the scooter with the high pile of goods wiped under his nose!

The guy who pushed the cart walked fast, but he didn't seem to realize that he almost hit someone, and he continued to shout "Let's go" in a panic, and quickly went away.

It disappeared around the corner after a while.

The man stood on the side of the street, a layer of cold sweat on his body.

When the wind blows, I get chills.

Until this time, Lu Jinxi came back to her senses, looked towards her left arm, and first saw a palm that was still gripping her arm tightly.

In all fairness, this palm is not good looking.

Although the five fingers are slender, the joints are thicker than ordinary people; there are also some mixed scars on the back of the hand and the five fingers, deep and shallow, most of which are relatively old, so it is not clear what is left behind.

It's rough and powerful.

Looking down this palm, there is a figure fully taller than half of her head.

In such warm weather, this man was wearing a felt hat and a thick cotton robe, giving him a bloated and burly figure.

A full-faced beard almost covers the lower half of his face.

Lu Jinxi couldn't even see his specific facial features clearly. When he looked at him at first glance, he could only see the high bridge of the nose and the firm eyebrows.

The sword eyebrows are thick and dark, and the eyes are deep.

But like the palm of his hand, it gives people a thick and sharp feeling that is often carved by wind swords and frost swords!

Not a simple pair of eyes.

Not a simple person.

Almost the moment she made eye contact with the other party, she felt a strange and dangerous feeling in her heart.

The other person's hand was still on her arm, seemingly forgot to take it back.

Lu Jinxi wasn't sure whether she had met the benefactor who saved her or the daring disciple, but to be cautious, she took a small step back.

Then he was polite and polite, smiling as usual: "You Lao, this strong man came to the rescue."

This is absolutely normal to say thank you.

Anyone else who was rescued or helped by a stranger on the street would be the same tone.

Lu Jinxi can also guarantee that he will definitely speak more succinctly and politely.

Unexpectedly, after she said these words, this man with a beard and an unusually tall appearance suddenly turned a little strange when he saw her, as if he was thinking about something.

There is even a sense of sharpness that can penetrate human skin!

Lu Jinxi was secretly tense and alert.

But the other party did not do more.

The light in the bottom of his eyes disappeared, and he put down the palm of his hand that was still on her arm very naturally, as if he smiled.

The voice is deep and mellow, like an aged spirit.

"Just a hands-on effort."

As soon as he released his palm, Lu Jinxi relaxed a little.

She was about to say some words of thanks, but the other party didn't mean to say anything, as if she had rescued a stranger.

With the back of his hand behind him, he walked across the street in that unremarkable and bloated cotton robe.

The tall figure stood out from the crowd, but soon disappeared.

"Madam, are you all right?"

A worried voice sounded in front of her.

Lu Jinxi looked up and saw He Xing and the others who had all come over, only slowly shook his head, then lowered his eyes to see the skirt at his feet that had been scratched by the wooden cart, and was silent for a long time .

At this time, he raised his head again and looked diagonally forward to the right.

Where is the blue-robed scribe she saw at first?