Chapter 100 Contest! (I)

Author: One or two stories to exchange for wine money

Chapter 100 Contest! (I)

Not long after.

Someone came to send a message outside Feng's house.

Hearing the message, Feng Zhen's eyes were slightly deeper and he said in a voice: "Father, someone just wrote a letter saying that the eldest son was dealing with this matter this time. He also invited us to meet at an official residence in three days. What should we do now?"

Feng Dong walked around the house with a bamboo stick, with a decisive look in his eyes and said loudly: "Since the eldest son is dealing with it, we can't just give the daughter."

"Give five thousand"

"Six thousand!"

"Don't the government like six? Then I'll make up six thousand dollars."

Hearing words.

Feng Zhen's face changed slightly, and he said in surprise: "Is this a bit too much?"

Feng Dong said coldly: "Only by giving up can you gain."

"Six thousand golds are indeed a lot, but if you can make friends with the eldest son, there will be no money at all."

"And this is also a test."

"Test?" Feng Zhen was stunned.

Some are not clear about the meaning.

Feng Dong closed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes from time to time, and he said lightly: "Now our Feng family knows nothing about the attitude of the government. If we continue to let it go, we will only become more and more passive."

"So when you take the initiative."

"Six thousand gold."

"It's a bit of a trauma to me, Feng."

"If you can use these six thousand golds to test the eldest son's attitude, in my opinion, this is worth it."

"If the government accepts it."

"That means that I, Feng, can escape safely."

"When you meet with the eldest son, you can be harmonious and even use it to make friends. Isn't this more valuable than six thousand gold?"

"If the government does not accept it."

Feng Dong paused for a moment and said in a voice: "That proves that the government has a bigger appetite."

"I, Feng, learned about this first, and have greater room for maneuver. I can use 6,000 as the guideline to constantly test the government's tone."

"All benefits are not harmful."

"Money can be spent, but it will cost you."

"Even if the money is really wasted in the end, I, Feng, can earn it back in less than ten years as long as I still control the salt pond and thousands of acres of land."

"What I'm giving now is attitude!"

"It's just to tell the government clearly that I, Feng, was loyal to the Qin Dynasty and thought about the government all the time, and there was no selfishness at all."

"We merchants are just lowly people."

"What the government sees is attitude. As long as we are less stubborn and offer more money and grain, the government will generally not take us into account."

"You go and arrange it as soon as possible."

"Three days later, I'll go there myself."

Feng Zhen nodded slightly.

He didn't dare to be careless if it was a family matter.

Just when Feng Zhen was about to leave the house, Feng Dong suddenly said: "If you change this beautiful look in the past few days, merchants must look like merchants, otherwise what kind of style will it be?"

"Will the eldest son be welcomed if he sees it?"

Feng Zhen looked at the beautiful clothes on his body, nodded quickly, and said with a smile: "My father is still considering it carefully. I'll go back and change it now."

"This dress is indeed incompatible with identity."

Feng Dong sat on the mat, pondered for a moment, took out a bamboo slip and wrote it on it.

Then he sent someone to Fusu.

West City.

Ji Heng was lying on the lounge chair, knocking dried fruits, and looking at the information sent by Fusu.

Not long.

A sap official came in outside the house.

He presented a bamboo slip to the table with a very respectful attitude and said softly: "Mr. Ji, this was sent to the palace by Feng's entrusted person. The eldest son ordered me to send it here."

"Feng?" Ji Heng nodded and remembered this Feng family.

This is Feng Xi's descendants.

Feng Xi is one of the diners under Mengchangjun's disciples.

That is, people who are the ones who are in Xueguo City and create the "three caves".

Feng Xi took this opportunity to gain a foothold in Qi State, and his family began to flourish. Qi State was already popular in commerce, so Feng's family also gradually mastered some operations. After Qin destroyed Qi, he moved a large number of nobles to become rich in Guanzhong, and Feng's family was among them. However, compared to Feng Xi's willingness to be poor but not business, the Feng family is obviously degenerate.

Ji Heng took the bamboo slips that the little official had placed on the desk and took a quick look. After seeing it, he couldn't help but be amazed by Feng's big moves and said, "Although Feng's current 'decline', his wisdom and vision have not been lost."

"Six thousand golds, this is not a small amount."

"Even if Feng can take it out, it may hurt his bones, but Feng has offered it so easily. If it were someone else, he would be really moved."

“However.”

"I, Ji Heng, are not interested in money."

Ji Heng put down the bamboo slips, pondered for a moment, and said, "I will accept this bamboo slips for the time being, but I don't need to inform Feng of the situation."

The little official said first: "No."

Ji Heng said again: "Can you confirm the time?"

The little official said: "I've decided, and it's just three days later, in a mansion in the city."

"I understand. I don't need to disclose information to these merchants in the past few days, let them guess." Ji Heng did not say much, and gave a few simple instructions and continued to look at the bamboo slips.

What he saw was not information from merchants.

But a prisoner.

The prisoners on the bamboo slips used to be merchants.

However, in the past, he was sentenced to prison for failing to do business.

Ji Heng quickly browsed and kept the names of these people in his heart and the corporal punishments these people had suffered.

Three days pass by in a flash.

It was soon the time that Fusu and the merchants agreed.

Ji Heng washed his face with clean water, rubbed it hard, making his face look relatively rosy. He walked towards the agreed location like this.

However, as he approached the attic, he put on a mask comfortably.

Walking on Changyang Street.

Ji Heng had the illusion that he suddenly realized the next generation.

After being imprisoned, his range of activities was actually very small, and he had no chance to come into contact with the business market. Now, from a distance, he could see a lined area of ​​yards, with various salt, iron, jewelry and cinnabars placed in the market, and some large trading houses all had high eaves and towers.

Copper doors and copper cabinets are paved with fine stones.

Its luxurious and luxurious style is completely different from other places.

Very lively.

But this kind of excitement has nothing to do with him.

He just took a few glances from afar, then walked past the bustle, and decisively entered a relatively quiet area, which was the official residence area.

There are some tavern houses on both sides of the long street.

It's much quieter than the market.

Outside the official residence.

Hundreds of soldiers were displayed, with a grand momentum and a bit of solemn and murderous aura.

Feng Dong and Feng Zhen and his son have already arrived, but now they are sitting at the end, sitting upright without looking sideways. The father and son are dressed in simple clothes, and even a little shabby.

The father and son waited quietly.
To be continued...