Fan Xian twisted his ear, and cursed: "Ms. Bao has a fart relationship with Second Master Bao again! You kid, you haven't even read the book, and you want to sell it!"
Fan Sizhe said aggrievedly: "The book you bought on the street yesterday, I asked my sister to read it after returning home, but... After reading dozens of words, I felt so boring, so I got sleepy." The young master of the Fan Mansion in the book really doesn't understand why those women in the capital love this tasteless book like crazy.
"Yes, I won't argue with you about this." Fan Xian said helplessly, "It's just that these affairs are complicated. You are a child and you have to go to school. Where will you find the time to do these things? Let's wait a few years."
"After a few years? The safflower is cold." Fan Sizhe screamed.
"Then what should we do? After all, you are a child of the Fan family. If you really show your face to do business, how can you hide this from Aunt Liu and your father? Be careful that they will tear your skin apart."
Fan Sizhe said in great pain, "Yeah, so I decided to borrow a shopkeeper from Qingyutang, so I had to hide behind the scenes."
Fan Xian was really surprised. In addition to being arrogant and unreasonable, the young man in front of him was so talented in business. He actually thought of the trick of a professional manager. Inadvertently missed the past.
Seeing that the little guy has made up his mind, he sighed, took out the banknotes he had accumulated over the years from his bosom, and his sister's filial piety, handed it over, and told him to take his time, and first discuss it with the few clearing customers in the house After discussion, it's not a problem to keep those people who don't need it.
Fan Sizhe counted with a smile on his face, and found that this brother is quite rich, and with the money he saved, the first start-up capital should be almost the same.
Fan Xian didn't say anything else, but carefully reminded: "If you want to gain connections with the upper class and suppress the good people at the lower class, this kind of method is not only relying on your father's name, you also have to promise others some benefits."
"Brother, what are you talking about?" Fan Sizhe said viciously: "Of course you have to give bribes. If you become a high-ranking official in the future, there will always be a day when they will spit it out again."
Fan Xian almost fell down, and hurriedly pushed the door and left. In the past, he always felt that the silver bills had a different smell, but today he realized that the smell of copper was really stinky.
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It was just noon, and the sun was so fierce that the trees on both sides of the road were sleepy and drooping feebly, unable to give the poor passers-by some comfort and shelter.
Fan Xian took a bowl of sour plum soup by the roadside and sipped it in small sips. He knew that drinking too fast would not quench his thirst, and his stomach would not be able to bear it. He listened to the noise of "Cicada, Cicada" on the tree next to him, and wondered, how many months has it been? Spring hasn't passed yet, why did you come to Gasser this summer
The Qing Temple in the distance looks extraordinarily solemn under the sun, drying out some of the original beauty, and the black round eaves reflect the sunlight, making the picture feel very sacred.
Today's Qing Temple is more lively than yesterday. From time to time, people go in to worship and pray for blessings. Fan Xian is a little curious, why was it so deserted when he went by himself yesterday? He naturally didn't know that yesterday when the nobleman had half a day's leisure, defenses had already been set up on both sides of the road, and the reason why he was able to walk to the door Shi Shiran and check with that master was all due to some People's secret connivance.
Wuzhu really indulged him, allowed him to drink alcohol, indulged him to mess around, even if he wanted to go to the temple, Wuzhu could even knock out so many guards for such a small problem.
Fan Xian didn't know how much trouble he actually caused yesterday, so he sat on the long bench drinking sour plum soup, crossed his legs, and waited for the girl.
In a room very close to the Qing Temple, sunlight cannot penetrate into the room, so it looks a bit dark and cool. Gong Dian sat on the chair coldly, adjusting his internal breath, so that he could enter the best state.
He was on duty last night, but he didn't return home early this morning, but came to Qing Temple again. Because after thinking about it, he always felt that the appearance of that young man yesterday was a bit weird. What kind of relationship existed between those youngsters under him who were knocked unconscious by a master-level expert at the same time, and when that young man entered the Qing Temple? relation
For some reason, Gong Dian always felt that the young man would definitely come here again today, maybe that peerless master who didn't know what he looked like would come here too.
This is a master's intuition, although it may not be accurate, but it is worth a gamble. But that damned eunuch Hong didn't believe his own judgment at all, he just blindly investigated inside the guards, so he had to come alone.
Gong Dian sat quietly in the room, staring coldly at the entrance of the Qing Temple through the very narrow gap under the window.
Outside, Fan Xian finally couldn't bear the sun exposure, drank the... soup in the cup in one gulp, unbuttoned the two cloth buttons on his lapel, and walked towards the Qing Temple with his tongue out.
Fan Xian's footsteps were getting closer and closer to the Qing Temple.
Gong Dian seemed to hear something and frowned slightly.
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Under the full sun, Fan Xian's feet felt a little hot when they landed on the bluestone slab. He seemed to hate this feeling, so he put his feet back.
Then he fastened the cloth button on his chest, turned around with a smile, went back to the stall selling sour plum soup and ordered another bowl, then drank it slowly, and then walked away from the Qing Temple at a leisurely pace, waiting for the After getting out of the carriage waiting at the intersection, he let out a sigh of relief and shouted, "Hurry back home!"
Fujikokyo glanced at him curiously, and found that the young master had no expression on his face.
Sitting in the carriage, Fan Xian turned his head and opened the back curtain to look in the direction of the Qing Temple, frowning, not knowing why Uncle Wu Zhu sent him to leave via voice transmission, let alone who was waiting for him there.
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Gong Dian looked at the front with a serious face, and heard the footsteps in his ears, he was going back, his eyes brightened, and he was about to get up, but he felt a gust of wind behind him, and his neck was cold.
In late spring, the weather was hotter than summer heat, but Gong Dian dripped a drop of cold sweat.
His hands rested steadily on his knees, his nails were well trimmed, and the simple but extremely sharp sharp knife was placed three inches in front of his hands.
However, he dared not draw his sword.
Because he can feel that the person behind him is stronger and faster than himself.