From Deng Jinghe's perspective, he was truly foolproof. Even if Fu Zhiyu got angry, there was the framed Qian family in front of him to block him. At worst, the case could be traced back to Deng Lang, and he would be happy to see Deng Lang handed over, because he couldn't get anything from him anyway.
This was not to the extent that the entire Deng family would be buried with him. Deng Qian and Deng Lang were enough. Deng Jinghe even took the time to carefully inquire about Fu Zhiyu's actions when he was in the capital, trying to understand his character. He also knew that this man was not a person who would kill him without mercy.
As for the losses in the process, it was actually nothing. There would always be sacrifices in trying to steal these things. Deng Jinghe had already made preparations. Now that the Deng family was in his hands, he would be able to earn back the money sooner or later.
Who knew Fu Zhiyu would do this? He was clearly tricked by the coachman, and although he failed, the man suddenly stopped being angry and acted as if he didn't care about their trivial matters. Not only did he keep the Qian family's letter of forgiveness, he actually took out the antidote and gave it to Qian Manguan
Deng Qian and Qian Manguan were good friends, and the incident with the coachman was intended to make Qian Manguan disappointed in the Deng family, and also to eliminate the possibility of Qian Manguan lending a helping hand, which was a win-win situation.
But as it stands now, none of Deng Jinghe's ideas have been realized. He did not predict Fu Zhiyu's actions at all. This man did not play by the rules and avoided all the traps. A slight change made the good opportunity he had been planning for so long fall through.
Although Qian Manguan is making a fuss now, he has the antidote in his hand and does not really want Deng Qian's life. As long as the Deng family pays the money, he can really get the antidote back.
Once Deng Qian woke up, Deng Jinghe's right to speak and initiative were no longer important and he had to start all over again.
Now he was gritting his teeth, looking at Qian Manguan who was still bossing people around in the hall.
When Deng Lang heard him mention the coachman, he didn't dare to speak. His whole body was shaking. After hearing the end, he simply knelt down in front of Qian Manguan.
"It was all my idea. If Uncle Qian is angry, he should target me. My mother and her friends are all secluded women who have never been involved in these things. Not to mention that my father has been bedridden for a long time. It was all because of my greed. I am willing to compensate the Qian family for their losses. I only ask Uncle Qian to save my father's life for the sake of our past friendship."
After saying that, he kowtowed to Qian Manguan.
After all, he was a child who grew up in his care. Qian Manguan looked at him and still felt a moment of pity.
He opened his mouth but before he could say anything, Mrs. Deng, seeing her son like this, threw herself down beside him and sat down, crying and gasping for breath. Even the old lady sitting in the front row stood up tremblingly, not knowing what to do.
After all, she was a person of the older generation. Qian Manguan gave a wink and someone around him went to help the old lady, not allowing her to do anything else.
Qian Manguan looked at Deng Lang, then at the messy hall, and sighed.
The situation where the Deng family is entirely supported by Deng Qian is really dangerous. He has reminded him many times before, but to no avail.
Deng Lang was taught this way, he is good at doing things but not good at making mistakes. It's not that the coachman's job cannot be done, this is how business is done, there is nothing wrong in taking risks, it is a wise saying that wealth and honor can be sought in danger, but this does not mean being reckless.
When Deng Lang did this, he neither considered carefully whether it could succeed nor how to deal with the aftermath. He relied too much on Deng Qian and always thought that everything would be fine as long as his father woke up.
How can a child like this inherit the Deng family business in the future
"Get up," Qian Manguan rubbed his brows, "Forget it, I only want the shops in Yongzhou on this list, and I don't want the others. Let's just... repay the kindness we've shown you over the years."
Deng Lang heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this. Although those shops in Yongzhou made money, it was nothing compared to Deng Qian's life.
"You go to Yongzhou with my people right now to make the handover, and I will send someone to rescue Deng Qian," Qian Manguan said. He gave in, but now his tone became tough again. "Don't play tricks. Acupuncture needs to be combined with medication. The medication is enough for three days, and you can't miss it once, otherwise Deng Qian will die."
"Okay, okay," Deng Lang was overjoyed and nodded quickly, "As long as Dad can wake up, I can do anything."
He followed Qian Manguan's men out. The eldest lady in the hall was still crying. Deng Jinghe didn't say a word from beginning to end, but at this moment he felt that Qian Manguan's eyes passed over the many people in front of him and looked directly at him.
Deng Jinghe avoided it.
Qian Manguan looked at him for a long time but didn't say a word. He just turned and walked out.
He waited in front of the mansion gate for a while, and Deng Lang came out with a small box.
"It's the shop's title deed or something." He was afraid that Qian Manguan would change his words, so he showed it to him directly. "There are some long-term workers in the shop who have signed indentures to sell themselves. They are all in here, nothing is missing. I've brought the family seal and I can go over to hand it over to the shopkeeper. When the time comes, Uncle Qian can use the people there or not."
Qian Manguan took a look at it, waved his hand, told him to put it away, and said, "Go in."
Deng Lang got into the carriage, and Qian Manguan also got in, but they did not set off immediately.
"Deng Qian is unconscious now. Who is guarding him?"
"Don't worry, Uncle Qian," Deng Lang said, "Grandma is afraid of being attacked, so she has surrounded the yard with martial artists in three layers. Only a few of us can go in, and the aunts are not allowed to get close."
The old lady of the Deng family had seen some of the world and had some abilities. After listening to her, Qian Manguan said nothing more, and the carriage set off towards Yongzhou.
Not long after, Qian Manguan asked him again: "What is your Deng Jinghe doing recently?"
Hearing this name, Deng Lang frowned obviously and seemed very unhappy.
"He has no place in this family. I heard that he has set up a new caravan outside and made some money, but he is not successful. Dad has always looked down on him." Deng Lang seemed to have never taken him seriously. "Recently, Dad got into trouble, but he didn't care much. What an unfilial bastard!"
Qian Manguan also knew that Deng Jinghe went out to make money on his own, but he did not beat Yuan Lu in the Southern Xinjiang jade line. Although he was successful in other areas, it was not good enough in the Deng family.
As the business has developed to this point, all the ways to make money have been divided up, leaving not much room. If you want to make big money, you have to put a lot of effort into developing new ways, but this is extremely difficult, so Deng Qian didn't take it seriously.
Qian Manguan turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and said, "The last time I came to the Deng family, he came out to receive me."
"He didn't neglect you, did he?" Deng Lang thought Qian Manguan was accusing him of something, so he quickly explained, "At that time, the old lady hadn't slept for several days because of this incident, and she fainted. My mother was praying in the Buddhist temple, and I was out with the housekeeper to deal with an urgent matter. You came at an unfortunate time, and he was the only one who happened to hear the noise and came out."
Is it really a coincidence
Qian Manguan thought otherwise, but he was not Deng Lang's father. It was his own problem that Deng Qian taught him this way. He had already given this junior enough warnings. If he fell into trouble in the future, it would have nothing to do with him.
Yongzhou is not too far from Luanzhou, but after this trip, it was already late at night when the group returned to Luanzhou City.
Qian Manguan felt better holding the pile of contracts. He looked at Deng Lang who was exhausted but trying to keep himself alert, and reminded him at last: "Be careful in the future and think twice before you act. Jiangnan will never be the same again. It's always right to learn from your mistakes and be more restrained in the future. In the end, it's all our fault for being greedy. If we hadn't provoked Fu Zhiyu, nothing would have happened."
Deng Lang had suffered several losses at the hands of Fu Zhiyu, so he did not dare to look down on him. He nodded to indicate that he had taken note of it.
"Go back," Qian Manguan said, "From now on, our two families will be like this. Let's not talk about the so-called relationship anymore. The sky in Jiangnan will change. Being able to persist like this is more important than anything else."
After he said this, he turned around and left without caring whether Deng Lang had heard what he said.
Fu Zhiyu didn't care about all this. In his eyes, the affairs of the Deng and Qian families were now a thing of the past. Today, he came alone to a village under Luanzhou and even changed into ordinary clothes.
"It's no use for you to change your clothes," Butler Zhou reminded him when he saw him going out like this, "Although you are going on a private visit in disguise, your face and hands show that you are a pampered young man. No matter how you dress, you are different from ordinary people."
"It's okay," Fu Zhiyu waved his hand, "Just don't make them too nervous. I'm not going undercover. I'm just going to see what's going on."
He did not take a carriage, but rode a horse himself, intending to pretend to be a passerby to ask for a drink of water and see how ordinary people were doing.
But he didn't expect that the first house he stopped at on the side of the road would recognize him immediately.
Fu Zhiyu saw this small house at the entrance of the village. It was surrounded by a fence and there were a few chickens in the yard. Someone happened to be feeding the chickens there. From the back, it was a middle-aged man with very simple clothes. He had his back to him and was scattering rice bran for feeding the chickens on the ground bit by bit.
Fu Zhiyu hadn't planned to knock on the door yet, he just stood there looking around, but as if he felt something or heard some noise, the man looked back.
"…Prince Zhao?"
He stared at Fu Zhiyu's face for a while, hesitated for a moment, and then recognized him.
Fu Zhiyu was a little confused. Although he didn't disguise himself, it seemed strange that he was recognized so quickly.
He probably doesn't go out much in Jiangnan.
The man looked at it a few more times and seemed to have made up his mind, then he bowed politely to Fu Zhiyu.
Unlike the kowtow of ordinary people, the etiquette he performed was very formal, and he must have learned it specially.
Is my luck good or bad? I met someone so different the first time I came here