"Yeah, that money-grubber." The smile on her lips deepened.
Ning Lang, the only son of the mayor of Ning City, is money-loving and extremely stingy. In addition to being a miser, his means of making money are also extraordinary. It is said that when he was one year old, he was given a golden abacus and two gold ingots. At the age of five, he knew how to make money. At the age of eight, he was already helping his father with ideas behind the scenes. It can be said that the prosperity of Ning City is inseparable from the money-loving Ning Lang.
"You want to ask that money-grubber to go to the Hell Mountains? Don't even think about it. He only thinks about making money all day long. He won't be interested in going to the Hell Mountains." Duan Ye waved his hand and said, not expecting Feng Jiu to come here just to find that money-grubber.
"How could that be? There are many valuable things in the Hell Mountains. As long as he loves money, he will not refuse our invitation." Her eyes moved slightly, with a hint of smile in her eyes.
Seeing that he didn't believe him, Duan Ye stopped talking: "You'll know when you meet him. He's a very good person! He never misses any opportunity to make money, but at the same time he cherishes his life. As he said, if you make money, you have to enjoy it. So he doesn't want to do anything dangerous, lest he lose his life accidentally. It's too tragic that he dies with money that he can't spend. "
Hearing this, Fengjiu chuckled and said, "He's an interesting person. Let's go!" She walked forward, and Tunyun followed at her feet.
Seeing this, Duan Ye followed him inside with a look of helplessness on his face.
“Since you want to find him, why not go visit him directly at the City Lord’s Mansion! He might be at home.” Duan Ye said, and asked someone for directions, then went to the City Lord’s Mansion with Feng Jiu.
"Who are you?" The guards of the City Lord's Mansion stopped the two men and asked.
"I want to see your young city lord. Go in and tell them that Duan Ye is looking for him." Duan Ye, with a baby face, stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a purple robe, looking naturally noble.
When the guards saw this, they looked at each other and said, "Wait a moment." Then one of them quickly went in to pass the message.
In the study room of the City Lord's Mansion, a young man was calculating on a golden abacus. At this moment, the voice of a servant boy was heard outside the door.
"Master, there are two people outside. One of them said his name is Duan Ye and he is here to see you."
"Duan Ye?" The young man who was busy calculating his accounts paused for a moment and looked up in surprise: "Why is he here?"
"Master, do you want to meet them or let them go?" asked the servant outside.
"Please ask them to go into the front hall. I will be there in a moment."
"Yes." The servant boy responded and went out to report.
Outside, Feng Jiu and Duan Ye were invited into the City Lord's Mansion and taken to the front hall. An old man led the way and introduced himself as the Ning family's steward.
"Hehe, gentlemen, please have a cup of tea and some snacks first. My young master will be here soon." The old man said with a smile. After having tea and snacks prepared, he withdrew and waited outside the hall.
Feng Jiu looked around the Ning Mansion and couldn't help but sigh: "It's magnificent from inside to outside. No matter how you look at it, it reveals the word rich. They are really rich!"
Here, from the moment you enter the city gate, whether it is the bricks on the ground or the walls, or the construction of pavilions and towers, everything can almost be said to be shining with gold and luxurious to the extreme. Even the royal palace cannot be compared with this place.