Jin Hong is capable of starting from scratch and establishing a font in 20 years. He is not lacking in ability and courage.

While others were still waiting and watching, he spent all his money to buy a ship, which brought him extremely rich benefits.

When others were afraid of Zhu Wan's killing, he took the opportunity to buy the bottom and expand his business, and invested in just taking over the subordinates of Zhang Siwei, who had a close relationship with the maritime businessman.

Jin Hong's evaluation of himself is that he has accurate eyes and courage and knowledge.

But when the wine glass in his hand was taken away and broken, when he was pushed to the front hall and saw the "nephew" who was enjoying the scenery outside through the window, Jin Hong discovered through his weak legs that he did not have enough courage twenty years later, he did not have as much courage as he imagined.

"It's pretty good. Having this house in Hangzhou is equivalent to a big house in the inner city of Kyoto." Zhang Juzheng was a little envious, "Kyoto residence is not easy!"

“Isn’t a cheap house in Kyoto?”

Zhang Juzheng rolled his eyes and was too lazy to speak. Qian Yuan sighed, but he didn't expect that the housing prices in Beijing hundreds of years ago were so willful that they had no friends.

As he stepped into the front hall, Qian Yuan still had a familiar smile on his face, gentle and even a little shy.

Jin Hong had to support the tableside with his right hand to ensure that he would not fall down with his legs. Zhang Siwei's disappearance was probably detained, and Qian Yuan, who had a close relationship with the governor's yamen, came to the door in mourning clothes... Jin Hong had already made the worst plan in his heart, but when he saw the gentle smile on Qian Yuan's face, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"Hmm?" Zhang Juzheng suddenly stopped and looked down, "It seems to be a Doucai Cup..."

Qian Yuan was shocked and squatted down and looked at the broken wine glass on the ground carefully. At Zhang Juzheng's prompt, he saw the remaining wine glass on the table.

The open mouth, shallow belly, lying on the feet, and the cup body is depicted with Doucai, the chicken pecks and feeds her chicks early, with lifelike postures, supplemented by peonies, orchids, and pillars and stone patterns. All signs indicate that this is the most famous Doucai chicken jar cup in the Ming Dynasty porcelain.

"I would rather keep Cheng Kiln than be rich and noble." Zhang Juzheng praised: "The batch of Doucai Cups during the Chenghua period were enshrined in the palace, and the inferior products were destroyed and the number of people was spread to the public... The Jin family had some foundation."

Although Qian Yuan didn't know much about antiques in his previous life, he also heard that Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup, which had been sold for over 100 million yuan at the auction, was surprised to play with the remaining one, and couldn't help but look down at the broken one on the ground, and turned around and scolded: "Zhang San, can you do something that won't let me scold you!"

Didn’t you ask me to do it? You told me not to be polite... Zhang San looked back speechlessly and aggrievedly.

As if he understood the grievance in Zhang San's eyes, Qian Yuan sighed and explained carefully: "Whose house will be in the future? What about the things in the house? You are a loser!"

After playing around as if no one was around, Qian Yuan sat down at the table and glanced around. Except for Zhang Juzheng and the Qian family servant, only Jin Hong and his youngest son Jin Jiaying, who was less than two years old, were driven to the side hall.

"Oh, you're so good, you'll definitely have a promising future when you grow up." Qian Yuan teased Jin Jiaying and waved his hand with a smile, "Brush, ink, paper and ink."

After spreading the paper, dipping the wolf's hair in ink, Qian Yuan, who had already made the draft of the belly, took a look at it in one stroke. After writing it, he carefully checked it. Well, there was no simplified Chinese, and it was written well.

Zhang Juzheng took a few steps and glanced at the boss Jin from the corner of his eye. He curled his lips and thought that this person looked really bad. He was obviously a tiger who only ate people and did not spit bones, but was seen as a harmless little white rabbit by him.

"Uncle Jin." Qian Yuan waved his hand, with a smile on his face, "Come on, sign your name and press your fingerprint."

Jin Hong slowly moved over with his desk, and his face turned pale at first glance. There were two pieces of paper on the table. The first one was an IOU, which stated that Jin Hong borrowed 5,000 taels of silver from the Qian family on February 15 this year, and the second one was a mortgage. Because the Jin family was unable to repay the loan, they paid the house for repayment.

February 15th, it was the day when Jin Hong used a fake IOU to cheat money from Qian Yuan.

That time, Jin Hong cheated out five hundred taels of silver. Now, the number has increased tenfold. Well, it should be more than 5,000 taels of silver. With the ornaments inside, the furniture can be more than 5,000 taels of silver.

"Sign it, don't sign your name or press your fingerprints. It's hard to explain when you turn around and transfer the property to the county government." Qian Yuan explained carefully: "I don't learn from Uncle Jin in this regard. It's better to have the name and fingerprints real."

Jin Hong's hands kept shaking, "I, I..."

"Hey, Uncle Jin refused to help with this little thing?" Qian Yuan looked at Jin Hong's face with interest, "I'm not good, I'm not as good as Brother Jin."

"Cough cough." Zhang Juzheng frowned and coughed twice, and threatened by his son, it was too unrestrained.

"Brother Uncle is suffering from a cold." Qian Yuan didn't look back and his lips slightly turned, "Why do you want to take a step first?"

"Why should you do this..."

"Then go out and go for a walk in the garden." Qian Yuan interrupted without hesitation.

Zhang Juzheng looked around and saw that Zhang San and others were already eyeing each other, so he could only smile bitterly and step out of the front hall.

"Uncle Jin, don't worry." Qian Yuan made a gesture and asked someone to carry Jin Jiaying to the side hall next door, and said with a smile: "The Qian family and the Jin family are there, so you can't let the Jin family break their bloodlines, right? You can guarantee this."

Seeing Jin Hong's face turn blue and white, Qian Yuan waved his hand and left Zhang San, asking the others to go out first, then took Jin Hong to the chair and sat firmly, and even poured a cup of hot tea, then he talked.

"On the evening of the third day of the Chinese New Year, the Ming army attacked Ligang. At that time, I witnessed the sea fire in Ningbo City. I received the news at noon today that Ligang had become scorched earth."

"Zhang Baron Zhang is still detained in the governor's yamen. There is no way. He has a deep relationship with the maritime merchants. He even greeted the owner of the Wufeng ship with a kneeling ceremony back then. How could Lord Zhongcheng feel relieved?"

"I gave Yingxing Money Shop 20% of the annual dividends."

Jin Hong's fat body curled up, her eyes as big as mung beans were full of despair, but her hands were still under the table.

Qian Yuan shook his head and poured a cup of tea for himself, took a sip and explained: "The teacher who never forgets the past and the future is here. The fate of the former Zhejiang Governor Zhu Wan is there, and Lord Zhongcheng will not forget it."

"There are more frequent contacts with maritime merchants in Zhejiang Province, with high-ranking families, scholarly families, and officials... If you kill someone, Lord Zhongcheng will be worried in the future."

"So, the governor's yamen will only find a few people who have no background but are very outstanding in the forest to kill."

"Uncle Jin, Mr. Zhang doesn't have to rely on it. Apart from him, does the Jin family have other backgrounds?"

"Tsk tsk, if not, the Jin family is quite suitable."

"By the way, Uncle Jin may have also found out from Mr. Zhang that Lord Zhongcheng still owes me a small favor."

Of course, Jin Hong understood this passage. Qian Yuan was related to the governor's yamen, and even Wang Jun owed him a favor. If Qian Yuan insisted, the Jin family would probably become the victim.

"By the way, Uncle Jin is not curious why I came to the door in mourning clothes today?"

"It's touching that Uncle Jin reported his death in the snow a year ago. It's a pity that it didn't snow today." Qian Yuan took out the statue of Guanyin carved from mutton fat jade and placed it on the table.

"Before leaving yesterday, I accidentally found that Brother Jin Shi was killed by Japanese pirates who fled to Ningbo, so I hurried back to Hangzhou, Uncle Jin, to mourn."
Chapter completed!