Regardless of Fan Xian's willingness or not, congratulatory people still came in droves. Maybe it was a rare opportunity to get closer to Fan Shilang, or maybe it was because he knew that the emperor had appointed Fan Xian as the coordinator of Taichang Temple and that his marriage to someone in the palace was about to happen, so the officials of all ministries gave him enough face and dispatched him one after another. The subordinates came to congratulate, and even the princes' mansions also sent people to bring gifts. There were constant sedan chairs on Dongchuan Road, the sound of singing ceremonies was everywhere, and the entire conference room was almost filled with gift boxes.
The onlookers on the street were amazed. They thought it was just a bookstore, but there was such a commotion. This Mr. Fan, who is both civil and military, is really not an ordinary person. And the biggest advantage brought by the opening scene is that from now on, Danbo Bookstore will not have the trouble of being harassed by people from the underground world, and there will be very few official problems.
Fan Xian watched the battle calmly, bowed hands to the visitors, knowing that most of them were still doing it for his father's sake. Fortunately, the place of the bookstore is too cramped, and the visitors are not high-profile figures, they just gossip and explain which one they belong to, and then leave. After these people left, they were still a little suspicious, why the dignified people in Fan's mansion wanted to do business. You must know that being a businessman is always a job that doesn't have a lot of face.
At this moment, Li Hongcheng, Prince Jing's heir, finally arrived. People on the street who knew his identity saluted one after another. He replied with a gentle face, without any hint of arrogance of a royal family member. His face was like a spring breeze, very refined. Seeing him going into the store, some passers-by said curiously: "This Danbo Bookstore is really big enough."
"Prince Jing's Mansion has always had a good relationship with the Fan family, don't you know?"
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Seeing him coming, Fan Xian's heart moved slightly. Such a gentle person like spring breeze is willing to run forward and back for the second prince. What kind of person should the second prince be? Smiling and shaking his head, he drove all these things out of his mind, and greeted him out of the shop—he still wanted to have a simpler friendship with Li Hongcheng.
The two entered the quiet room at the back, Li Hongcheng looked at the surrounding decorations, and sighed: "It seems that you really invested a lot of money."
"I only took more than 1,700 taels." Fan Xian poured him a cup of tea and said, "Small business is not in the eyes of the prince."
Li Hongcheng took the tea, shook his head and said, "Your Fan family can make the most money. This is something that all the officials in the court know. It's just that Mr. Sinan Bo is making money for the court, but you are making money for yourself." , the two sides are not the same."
Fan Xian smiled: "If you earn money, you always have to pay taxes to the court. Even if you earn some money, you can't keep it in your hands and get rusted all the time. If you take it out and use it, you are taking care of others." Business, when other people’s business is successful, the court’s taxes will increase. So no matter where you do business, as long as you can make money, the money will always end up in the hands of the court, and in the end it will be used by the people.”
Li Hongcheng was a little confused when he heard it, but he seemed to understand a little bit, and he praised: "A few words, but it seems to express a great truth. The imperial court has always respected farmers and suppressed business. I am still wondering why you choose this kind of business. It’s not that he has no intention of becoming an official, it turned out to be the case.”
Fan Xian felt very embarrassed, thinking that in his previous life, when he was not ill, he could only take the last place in the political economics test, just gossiping, why did it become reasonable again? Quickly stopped and changed the subject: "Come on, what career is not official, I only wrote two crooked poems, and I plan to be a deserter in next year's contest."
Li Hongcheng, who had been troubled by Fan Xian's character for a long time, finally used his fan again in front of him, kept fanning the wind on his neck, and said amusedly: "If you write crooked poems, why don't you let Tai Xueli Are those people still alive? Look, there were so many students outside just now who wanted to meet Fan Da Poet, if it wasn’t for your servants who blocked them, I’m afraid it would not be quiet at this time.”
Fan Xian said with a sad face, "Those Taixue students, some of whom are old enough to be my grandfather, come and yell at each other. It's really unbearable."
Li Hongcheng laughed loudly, pointed at him with his fan and said, "Look at your sad face, but your words are so narrow, you, you, you are really an interesting person."
Fan Xian rolled his eyes, thinking what's so interesting about him? Asked: "This time I troubled the prince to write the words, when will you take me to the palace to pay respects to the old man?"
Li Hongcheng was startled, and then remembered that the boy in front of him didn't even know that his father had met him before, so he didn't point it out with a smile, and planned to see the jokes of the Fan family boy in the future: "Go whenever you want , there is no need to say anything to me."
Prince Jing's son Li Hongcheng had always felt that Fan Xian in front of him seemed to be much more mature than his sixteen or seventeen-year-old counterpart. Not to mention flattering or humiliating, but at least he was extremely calm. He had always wanted to break the opponent's calmness, so he suddenly clapped Said: "By the way, I forgot to congratulate Brother Fan."
Fan Xian was startled, not knowing why he liked it.
Li Hongcheng stood up and said, "Congratulations, elder brother, for accepting the position of Xilu Lang in Taichang Temple. The magpies are crowing at the gate, please drink more."
Fan Xian laughed: "It turns out that this is the matter, you should have known it long ago."
"In the past, it was just a rumor in the palace, but it didn't come true, so naturally it doesn't count." Li Hongcheng didn't know what he thought of, his brows suddenly frowned. At this time, he suddenly thought of something, the second prince and himself always thought that even if the Fan family did not favor him, they would not stand by the prince, but he seemed to have overlooked a very important issue. After Fan Xian got married, his wife was the prime minister's illegitimate daughter, so there was no guarantee that he wouldn't... Slowly cast over there.
So he suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Si Lili is about to be escorted back to Beijing, maybe we can find out who is colluding with Bei Qi."
Fan Xian never thought that the other party would think about so many things in this blink of an eye, he was slightly taken aback, and then said with a wry smile: "I'm just a little ant, I just hope that the nobles in the court ignore me. "
Li Hongcheng glanced at him, knowing that what the other party said was not true, but he didn't point it out, and said with a smile: "In short, it's the same as the case of beating Guo Baokun. If you need me to take action, don't be polite."
"That's natural." Fan Xian responded in a vague way, but then said something else, "I plan to open a tofu shop in the south of the city. Are you interested in taking a stake?"
Li Hongcheng was drinking tea, and almost swallowed the tea bowl. He tidied up his clothes in embarrassment, and said angrily, "The tofu shop can earn a little money, and the bookstore is at least a scholar's money, which is sour money."
Fan Xian chuckled and ignored him, thinking that when the freshly squeezed soy milk is delivered to the palace, you can talk about it. When he was in Danzhou, he ate a lot of tofu, but because of the different eating habits by the sea, he rarely drank soy milk. After coming to Kyoto, he drank it a few times, and he always felt that there was too much scum. So he decided to improve it.
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At dusk, after school, Fan Sizhe finally sneaked in through the back door. After being taught a lesson by Fan Xian last time, he taught the students in the same school the same way. It felt good, so going to school didn't feel like a chore . But today the bookstore is opening, and he handles everything from site selection to paper selection, from hiring the shopkeeper to setting the book price by himself, so he can't help being nervous, so he came early.
As soon as he entered the bookstore, he sighed for a while and didn't see the grand scene during the day, then he went straight into the tent. Fan Xian drank tea and waited for him. After a while, Fan Sizhe came out with a confused and innocent face.
Fan Xian was shocked and asked, "What happened?"
Fan Sizhe murmured for a long time, and finally calmed down, cursing: "We earn a lot more than we thought!"
"Ah? Really?" Fan Xian was thinking that it would be good if he could get some business on the first day he opened the door. How could he have thought of this? He took a look at the ledger handed over by his younger brother, and seeing the amount, his heart couldn't help but tremble a little. , not to mention that the refined version of Stone Records sold more than 80 sets, and even the sub-collection of classics and history printed by Wan Songtang was bought by many readers who watched the excitement.
Fan Xian made some calculations and felt...doing business is really a very fulfilling thing.
"Today's opening, many people who have friendship with our family came to support us. Naturally, there will be no such good things in the future." Fan Xian looked at Fan Sizhe whose eyes had turned into copper coins, and reminded carefully.
Fan Sizhe swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and turned envious eyes to his brother: "Brother, I know. It's just that you can sit in the bookstore every day, but I can only hide. I really envy you."
Fan Xian laughed and said, "You like being a businessman so much? Your father's title is still waiting for you to inherit. Study hard. In the future, the money of the entire imperial court may be under your control."
"That should be the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs." Fan Sizhe said with a gloomy face: "Father was born in Tanhua, and he is only a servant at the moment. Obviously that old Shangshu has been lying in bed for several years, and the court did not let him take the top. I... top If you can donate your fame, I am afraid that this road will not work."
Fan Xian glanced at his younger brother in surprise. Suddenly, although this little guy had a lot of stubbornness, he was unexpectedly shrewd in his own eyes. I'll talk there."
Fan Sizhe was overjoyed, but suddenly frowned and said, "But what about mother?"
Fan Xian paused in his heart, thinking of the Liu family that he hadn't considered for a long time. The Fan Mansion in Kyoto seems to be enjoying itself, but who knows how long this seemingly wonderful situation will last