The banquet lasted until late at night, and the six shopkeepers finally left with happy faces, without any of the anger on their faces when they were invited, and none of the sadness on their faces when they were forced to bow their heads just now.
After they left, Lu Li closed his eyes, and after thinking about it in his mind, he said to Tan Long, "I'll go find those craftsmen tomorrow, and I need to take care of the business of the shopkeepers as soon as possible."
"My subordinate understands."
Tan Long was already admiring Lu Li, and his tone became more respectful.
On the contrary, Shi Yan remained silent, seeming a little worried.
"After listening for so long, have you heard the explanation you want?" At this time, Lu Li also turned to look at him and saw that he was stuck there like a piece of wood. He couldn't help but said happily: "If you haven't heard enough, I can give you another one." Tell me."
"Sir, I don't dare." Shi Yan frowned, saying he didn't dare, but his face was full of stubbornness.
"You idiot, why are you talking to Mr. Lu?" Tan Long immediately scolded him and said with a smile, "Mr. Lu, he has a bad mind, so don't get along with him."
He was afraid that when Lu Li was angry, Shi Yan would suffer.
"It doesn't matter, we are all working for His Highness. If you have anything to say, it is naturally better than keeping it in your heart."
Lu Li waved his hand and then said calmly: "I know you are thinking that some of my actions today seem too insidious or unscrupulous. But you have also seen the faces of those shopkeepers. They are not afraid of me, nor are they afraid of Yan. The palace is not even afraid of His Highness Prince Yan. We have to do things, but we can’t get around them. Do you think there is any other good way?"
Shi Yan raised his head and opened his mouth, but no words came out.
He was not a fool, and of course he knew what Lu Li meant.
Those shopkeepers usually live a comfortable life, have backers to help them, and hold the money bag of Prince Yan's house in their hands. With just a few of their little bodyguards, how can they be persuaded without using some means
"They are businessmen and they only believe in benefits, so I will give them benefits." Lu Li said calmly: "But I only want obedient people. Those who are disobedient will have no choice but to kill Liwei and divide the benefits."
"Master Lu, I have something I don't know whether to say or not..." Tan Long suddenly said.
Lu Li glanced at him and knew what he was going to say: "Those four people must have big backers, but why don't we? King Yan is our backer. As long as we get things done, we have a huge backer and His Highness will help us." Block it."
"You two, remember that no matter how weak Prince Yan's palace is, it has not been reduced to the point of being slaughtered by others."
"If you are timid because of this trivial matter, why do you enjoy the monthly salary in the palace? Why do you wear the skin of a guard of Prince Yan's palace?"
Tan Long's face trembled and he stopped talking.
Even Shi Yan was so ashamed that he didn't dare to speak anymore.
After all, what Lu Li said was true. They, the guards of Prince Yan's Mansion, had really not fulfilled their duties.
But unlike those who really eat and die, practitioners like Tan Long and Shi Yan who were born in the Wuzong sect may not have the idea of doing things seriously.
No one had ever told them to do anything without fear of the consequences.
Now, Lu Li is here.
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It's the day.
A ray of sunshine breaks through the clouds in the early morning, breaking through the autumn cold and awakening the huge sleeping city of the Imperial Capital.
The lively atmosphere gradually filled the streets and alleys, as if everything was the same as before and nothing had happened.
But something happened, but a seed was planted quietly.
Overnight, a strange rumor spread from the streets and spread throughout the royal city like a strong wind. At first, many people didn't take it seriously, or even sneered at it. But when this evil wind reached its peak, many people's minds immediately became excited.
"Have you heard about it? There is something called 'Zhenguojin' recently. As long as you buy it, you will become rich immediately?"
"I've heard it, I've heard it. It's said that the town's national gold was the handiwork of a certain prince, and it was used to increase the family's wealth. No matter who it is, as long as they buy it, they will get a lot of money."
"A net worth? How much does that have to be? Could it be fake?"
"Hey, how can it be fake? I have a brother who won the town's national gold and received a second-class reward. Now he has bought a house in Dongcheng. He was showing off to me yesterday!"
On the long street, a few idle men chattered one sentence after another. The sound was so loud that it attracted the attention of passers-by. Whether they believed it or not, they remembered the three words "Zhen Guo Jin".
Similar scenes kept happening in every corner of the imperial capital. The three words "Zhenguojin" seemed to appear out of thin air, but spread throughout the royal city overnight.
Naturally, people from various aristocratic families and Jiufu also got the news about such strange things.
In particular, the rumors about the town's national gold also involved a certain prince, causing many dubious wealthy families to immediately send letters to the prince's palace they were familiar with to inquire about the situation.
"Suppressing the whole house? Isn't this a lunatic?" In Prince An's house, a slightly fat man read the contents of the letter and couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.
In front of him, a sleepy middle-aged man raised his head and said displeasedly: "Fat Cui, who are you calling a madman?"
"Oh, my lord, something big has happened!"
Fatty Cui gently put the letter on the table and said with a wry smile: "Now the whole imperial capital is exploding. Everyone is looking for who this crazy prince is who is taking over the entire palace."
The middle-aged man rubbed his eyes, glanced at the contents of the letter, and cursed loudly: "Who else can do such a crazy thing except my good little sister?"
"Uh..." Fatty Cui's tone was stagnant and he didn't dare to answer.
The only person in Prince Yan's palace who could be called little sister by the middle-aged man in front of him, Prince An. Although he is the general manager of Prince An's palace, he doesn't dare to insult Prince Yan. That crazy woman dares to kill someone!
"Okay, who cares about such a trivial matter? I don't want to offend Mu Hongxiu." King An crumpled the letter into a ball and continued to sleep at his desk, pretending that nothing had happened.
Fatty Cui picked up the paper ball, sighed, and walked out with small steps.
King An could ignore this matter, but he couldn't.
As for how to control it and which side to control it, it's up to him to weigh it himself.
At this time, in front of Prince Yan's Mansion, there was also a group of people standing on the originally deserted long street.
But it was the four shopkeepers who left yesterday with people who came to complain.
The four people had different expressions on their faces. Standing in front of the door of Prince Yan's Mansion, they didn't know what to feel in their hearts.
They didn't expect that the young man would be so ruthless. He sent people to their residence overnight and moved away the account books, documents and other things they had held in their hands over the years, without even giving them any time to prepare or react. They stay!
When they thought about what was in those documents and account books being inspected, their faces turned even paler.