The night is getting deeper and deeper.
Deng Jiuling held the book and kept reading.
The more you look at it, Deng Jiuling becomes more curious about the Lin family's past.
"The books in the Lin family are all-encompassing and can be called the complete history of the Western Regions."
Deng Jiuling exclaimed, "It's a pity that those collections of the Western Regions Official School weren't taken away...."
The official school was run by the Qing court and contained all the official books of the Western Regions since ancient times.
Back then, when the Qing Dynasty destroyed the Ming Dynasty, Daming's book collection in the Western Regions was emptied.
When the Ming Dynasty destroyed the Yuan Dynasty, all the books of the Yuan Dynasty in the Western Regions were also collected.
In the library of the Yuan Dynasty, a collection of books from various countries during the period of Genghis Khan was collected.
Yuan people don't like reading, but their iron shoes have almost conquered the world.
Books from those countries have also been collected since ancient times, written in many languages, precious and majestic.
Now, these books are stored in the library of the Lin family.
In fact, not all of these books belong to the Lin family.
Among them, a large part belongs to Xuanbing Palace.
It's just that these books are not martial arts secrets.
Most are classics of various disciplines, as well as foreign books from other countries.
Xuanbing Palace is a holy land of martial arts, and many people are naturally not interested in these books at all.
After the Qing Dynasty was destroyed, the Western Regions were far away from the Central Plains and were in a weak area of supervision.
and so!
These books, because of historical reasons, have stayed here.
In fact, many people in the Lin family don't read much, but like to collect books, which makes them very knowledgeable.
As a result, with the passage of time, the Lin family's collection of books has naturally increased and become quite famous.
The Lin family collects books instead of reading, but the clansmen like to show off their literary talents.
The Xu family knew this very well, so Wen Dou was allowed.
And prepared to take this to slap Lin's face.
But this inside story is very Deng Jiuling, but it doesn't matter.
Deng Jiuling only knew that if he were here, he would not be able to find the answer to Xuanbing Sword.
Then!
The size of the Western Regions, I'm afraid I will never find a place to answer Deng Jiuling's doubts!
…
The night is getting deeper and deeper.
But in the Lin family mansion, it was brightly lit and the atmosphere was tense.
In the hall, Mr. Lin was sitting on the Grand Master's chair.
On both sides are, full, high-level Lin family.
"The situation is now severe. If there are too many, the old man will not say too much. What do you think about Professor Niu's shares?" Mr. Lin said coldly.
"Professor Niu is really good. If he helps, we will definitely win the battle of tomorrow."
The Grand Elder frowned and said, "How many shares are appropriate for him?"
If you give too much, the Lin family is definitely not happy.
But if it is not enough, Professor Niu may not be happy.
In an instant, the question of how many shares should be given to Professor Niu.
The high-level people were discussing and quarreling endlessly.
However, after arguing for a long time, everyone did not have a unified conclusion.
"You people, you want to get benefits, but don't want to sell shares. How can there be such good things in the world?"
After everyone said, it's almost done.
Mr. Lin said lightly, "I think it's better for Lin Peng to make the decision directly."
When the voice fell, the eyes of the high-level people gathered into running water, looking at Lin Peng in unison.
"This..." Lin Peng was taken aback when he heard the words, but he stopped talking.
"Young Master, you are highly talented. We all see it. You can decide directly."
"Yes, young master, we will all obey you, you have the final say, we old fellows in the province are arguing endlessly."
All the senior officials nodded their heads and looked at Lin Peng with a smile.
Lin Peng, both civil and military, is also an elite disciple. He has an unlimited future and is the hope of the Lin family's rise.
Such a arrogant man is another hero.
And not yet, any second-generation, bad breath.
Just ask, who doesn’t love
"Peng'er, you don't need to worry, if you have any ideas, just say it." Old man Lin said with a smile.
"That's good." Lin Peng nodded before saying: "I think we can't be too passive to be led by Professor Niu."
"Otherwise, even if our Lin family wins the Xu family, if we lose authority, what is the difference between winning and losing?"
As soon as these words came out, the Lin family seniors nodded their heads, all agreeing.
"But if we don't agree to Professor Niu, if he throws his sleeves and leaves, what shall we do?" the elder said with a frown.
"It's very simple, we can take out 50% of the shares in the Lin family's market."
Lin Peng said with a sneer: "However, this share is not for Professor Niu."
"Five games, whoever wins, can get a part of the shares!"
"If Professor Niu is really so good, he won five games in a row by himself, then give him 50% of the shares, that's nothing!"
The voice fell, and the high-level discussions all felt very reasonable.
"In the five games, Peng'er and Confucius will definitely win, then 20% of the shares can be recovered."
Caressing the white beard, Old Man Lin laughed and said, "Even Professor Niu won, and he only got 10%. This is nothing to my Lin family!"
Although 10% of the shares are not a lot, it is not enough to threaten the Lin family's control of Fangshi.
In this way, it is not bad to be able to make friends with Professor Niu.
Soon, everyone in the Li family unanimously approved this plan.
As for Dr. Xue, in the eyes of the Lin family, even if he wins, it doesn't matter.
Dr. Xue is a disciple of Professor Niu, but in the face of interests, he is not necessarily the same as Professor Niu.
"By the way, Peng'er, there are only four people, and the last contestant, have you chosen?" Old Lin asked casually.
"I took a disciple casually, and then sealed him a red envelope of two hundred yuan. That's it." Lin Peng said with a smile.
"Well, it's better to seal more than 50, it will be a lucky one."
Old Lin nodded, and didn't take this matter to heart.
After all, the Lin family only needs to win three games to stop, there is no need to win five games in a row.
As for Deng Jiuling, just make up the number, and just seal a red envelope at the end. How big is it
…
As Lin Peng had expected, when the distribution plan was passed to Professor Niu's ears.
Although he was a little unhappy, he nodded in agreement with Dr. Xue's fight.
…
"Master, Professor Niu agreed. It seems too refreshing. There shouldn't be any problems, right?"
Early the next morning, the young man carrying the sword, tentatively asked.
"What can be the problem? This is about doing business. He is asking for a price, and we will pay it back on the spot." Lin Peng waved his hand, disapproving.
Even if one person owns 10% of the shares, he doesn't need to do anything and he can get huge dividends every year.
Just ask, who will refuse
"Okay." The sword-bearing boy shrugged and stopped talking.
But I don't know why, there is always anxiety in the heart of the sword-bearing youth.
As for what this anxiety is, the sword-bearing youth can't tell.
"Professor Niu, here." A singing ceremony came from the rear.
When the voice fell, Professor Niu in a suit and leather shoes walked in with a young man in a white suit.
This young man is 1.9 meters tall and looks very handsome, with wise light in his eyes.
However, like Professor Niu, the young man looked squinted and looked down upon others.
"Cut it, I'm just a doctoral student." The sword-bearing boy had an unhappy expression on his face.
Many of the Lin family's senior leaders also frowned slightly, feeling very happy.
However, the Lin family wanted to ask others, but they could only accompany a smiling face, and did not dare to attack.
"Master Confucius, here!" Another singing voice came from the back.
Then, an elegant old man wearing a green shirt and a slightly thin figure stepped into the hall.
"Teacher." Lin Peng stood up and saluted respectfully.
"Yeah." The elegant old man nodded, his aura is extremely strong.
The elegant old man was also very cold, and besides smiling at Lin Peng, he only slightly nodded at Lin Peng.
In addition, Confucius chose to ignore the Lin family's senior officials present.
After seeing Professor Niu, Confucius frowned, and his old eyes were full of displeasure:
"Peng'er, what's the meaning of this? Could it be that you can't trust the old man? Does it mean that you think that the old man's talents can't be one of two?"
According to the rules of competition, if a person wins, he can choose to continue fighting.
It's just that whether there is no essay fighting or armed fighting, it is very energy-consuming, and continuous fighting is not wise.
"Teacher, I naturally have confidence in you, but today's literary fights are mostly young people. If you are fighting for a long time, I am afraid that your body will not be able to bear it, so let Professor Niu help." Lin Peng hurriedly laughed.
"Huh!" Confucius heard this, his face lightened slightly.
But he still, with hostile eyes, looked at Confucius.
"Senior Kong, my teacher is a doctoral supervisor at Western Region University, and he also has the ability to choose three." Dr. Xue suddenly spoke.
"You...!" Hearing this, Confucius was furious.
Confucius said he could pick two.
However, Dr. Xue said, Professor Niu can choose three, what is this
"Well, you guys, time is almost up, we should start."
Seeing that the atmosphere was not too harmonious, Mr. Lin gave a haha, stood up and said.
"Time is almost here, prepare the sedan chair!" Lin Peng nodded.
A group of people walked out of the compound and boarded the sedan chair in turn.
"There is another contestant, why hasn't he come yet?"
Glancing at the last side, the most inconspicuous little sedan chair was actually empty.
Old Lin frowned suddenly and looked at Lin Peng with a little displeasedness.
"That kid, I thought it was unreliable yesterday, and I still trust him so much because of the loss of the young master, huh!"
The sword-bearing boy looked upset: "It's almost 9 o'clock, shouldn't that kid be, still sleeping in?"
"Amu, you hurry up to find someone, don't delay." Lin Peng frowned immediately.
"Master, who else are you looking for? Anyway, it's all about making up the numbers, it's better for me to make up the numbers." The Young Sword Youth said with disdain.
Amu didn't know why, anyway, he hated Deng Jiuling, there was no reason!
If there is a real reason, then one—see Deng Jiuling's upset!
"Master, Master Ma is here." The old butler walked over and said respectfully.
What
Horse... Ma Gongzi
Hearing this, Lin Peng was stunned for a moment, a little stunned: "Which Young Master Ma?"
"It's me." Deng Jiuling's voice followed the wind.