A white letter of silver, an ancient jade pendant, a nanmu folding fan and an invitation to the Paradise box were prepared by Song Wen and brought into the carriage. An Chun waved his whip and the carriage rolled straight away. Li Yan left at his house in Bianliang.
Because he is a rising star in the inner court, Li Yan has actually kept a low profile in recent years. At least this house is much simpler than Liang Shicheng and Tong Guan Yang Jian.
Liang Shicheng must have said hello in advance. As soon as Song Wen's greeting card was handed in, a waiter politely invited Song Wen in to talk.
Li Yan is a fair-faced, beardless middle-aged man with a warm smile that always seems to be on his face. Even when facing a low-status businessman like Song Wen, his tone is relaxed and without any airs.
Song Wen bowed and saluted: "I have met Mr. Li, and little Song Wen has come to express his thanks! Thank you very much for lending the singer and musician from the Jiaofang Division to Ji Le Tian, and I am deeply impressed!"
Maybe it was for the sake of the two hundred taels of silver and a few gifts, or maybe it was because he was afraid of Liang Shicheng, the hidden prime minister of the Song Dynasty... Li Yan laughed and waved his hand: "It's no big deal, you young man is too polite... …Yes, at such a young age, he improved the poor Wazi Street in Bianliang and made it famous all over the world for making money every day. It’s amazing!”
"The adults are ridiculous. I just have been around the market since I was a child and know more about these things."
The two exchanged pleasantries with each other, and Li Yan began to ask insinuatingly what kind of music Ji Le Tian was. After all, the musicians from the Jiaofang Division couldn't describe the actual situation clearly after they came back.
Song Wen smiled softly and carefully explained the plans and prospects of the Paradise Stage to the ambitious and greedy eunuch. He also told Liang Shicheng that the entire Wazi Street could bring thousands of taels of dividends every month. I revealed a little bit...
Li Yan was so envious that his eyes shone with envy.
Song Wen introduced the situation of several proprietors on Wazi Street in a leisurely manner, and then threw out the bait he prepared...
After hearing this, Li Yan was stunned for a moment, frowned slightly and asked: "You mean, you want to give us 20% of the shares of the Paradise Stage?"
Song Wen cupped his hands and said: "Your Excellency is in charge of the Jiaofang Division, and is also appointed by the government to supervise in a yamen such as Xicheng Kuodi Office. The high power and power must cost a lot of money. Moreover, the income of the Jiaofang Division is indeed not much. Sir We also need money to take care of these young official prostitutes, right? With a little kindness, please don’t refuse..."
Who the hell thinks money is so hot? Li Yan, Cai Jing, Liang Shicheng, Wang Fu, and others have even tried to plunder the fields of ordinary people. How can they refuse the benefits brought to their doorsteps by merchants like this?
Li Yan laughed and pointed at Song Wendao: "What a well-behaved guy, I have you... I really have you! Don't worry, let alone Mr. Liang's face in it, even if it doesn't, you, an old man on the stage of Paradise, will I will take care of you!"
"Thank you, Mr. Li, for your care!"
After all, there was a huge disparity in status. After briefly chatting with Song Wen for a few words, he stood up and left. Li Yan smiled and asked a boy to send Song Wen out.
A confidant came over and cupped his hands and said: "Sir, this Song Wen is so flattering. It is probably not because of Master Liang's advice. I can just accept it with confidence."
Li Yan nodded: "Master Liang's side will not be short of benefits. This little guy is really ambitious! There is such a big fat man in Wazi Street, and he will cut it out without blinking an eye. Suddenly...hehe...you think, what does a businessman with a little turtle background do if he doesn't seek wealth?"
The confidant frowned and thought for a while, then said softly: "Could it be that he wants to reach heaven and seek a better life?"
The smile finally disappeared from Li Yan's tiger-like face, and he waved his hands indifferently... His confidants bowed and bowed and quietly retreated. Li Yan was holding a tea cup and thinking... If he wanted to be born, he hugged Liang Shicheng's thigh tightly.
That’s enough! Why bother trying to flatter yourself again? I’m afraid this kid is not simple...
Song Wen sat on the carriage shaft and chatted wordlessly with An Chun who was driving the carriage about the recent strange happenings in Wazi Street. The two of them walked through the streets and alleys, bypassing the Bianhe River and heading straight to Wazi Street.
After crossing Xin'an Bridge, the carriage just turned into an alley, when suddenly a ragged beggar rushed towards him dragging a lame leg. An Chun hurriedly pulled the reins, and the horse jerked and reluctantly stopped.
The beggar fell to the ground covered in filth, wailing...
There were a few people chattering around, and there were two strong beggars cursing, bullying others and deliberately crushing the beggars to death, bumping into people and trying to escape...
Song Wen glanced at An Chun, and An Chun shook his head... "Xiao Langjun, he is not from the Huazi Gang... more like a guy who knows how to jingle bells!"
"Extortion? It seems like I'm being targeted... Hehe, go ask how much it will cost them to stop!"
An Chun tied the reins to the tree next to him, turned around and walked over to the two strong beggars and cupped his hands: "A few young and old, I lost caution when driving, and scared that brother... Please accept the meaning."
, just buy some wine and meat for that brother to replenish his health!"
A piece of silver weighing about two taels appeared in An Chun's hand. When the two beggars saw it, their eyes lit up. One was about to get it, and the other said in a strange way: "I didn't come here just for this small amount of money.
I just have one thing to tell the proprietor in the car... The Huazi Gang in Beicheng is now under my control! Wazi Street... you'd better show some appreciation and leave a place for us men to make a living!"
An Chun frowned and was in a daze for a moment, while Song Wen stepped out of the carriage and clasped his fists at the two beggars and said, "May I ask which senior from the Bell Club is here?"
The two beggars scratched the backs of their heads, and a thin middle-aged man stepped out from behind. His robes were washed a little white, and his triangular eyes were extremely cold.
"Xiao Ke Ling'er met Chen Wenjie and met Dongzhu Song!"
Song Wen smiled and said: "If you have orders, just come to the door. Why would Mr. Chen let the brothers below bother to stop the car?"
Chen Wenjie chuckled and said: "This man is not an ordinary beggar. Song Dongzhu won't forget his old friends in less than a year, right?"
Song Wen was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and looked at the beggar who touched porcelain carefully... He saw that this man's face was full of dirt, his clothes were ragged and he was lame! A pair of wolf-like eyes were full of resentment and anger.
…
Song Wen asked hesitantly... "Are you...are you Hua Liuzi? Weren't you driven to Zhuangzi outside the city?"
Hua Liuzi, who was almost human-shaped on the ground, spat and struggled to stand up and scratch Song Wen. An Chun, who was next to him, pulled out a dagger from his waist and looked coldly at the beggars and the obvious people who were surrounding him.
He's a guy who works with Ling'er Club.
Just as Hua Liuzi took a step forward, An Chun kicked him directly in the chest. Hua Liuzi rolled out with a groan and couldn't get up for a long time.
Chen Wenjie, who was still in the ring, curled his lips: "Dongzhu Song really doesn't miss old friendships. After all, you are also old friends who crawled out of a shack. Why are you so cruel?"
Song Wen patted An Chun on the shoulder... "Don't be nervous. Since Ling'er is here to talk, it means we still have to talk! Right? Mr. Chen!"
Chen Wenjie suddenly winked at the gloomy-looking man next to him. The man suddenly stepped on his foot. There was a crisp sound, and Hua Liuzi let out a beast-like howl... The left leg was already lame.
His knees were actually severely trampled by this man!
The other two people came up and held down the struggling Hua Liu. With one big hand, they blocked Hua Liu's mouth with a smelly cow bone... The wailing was suppressed, and Hua Liu had a pair of bloodshot eyes.
His dense eyes were still staring at Song Wen who was not far away.
Chen Wenjie cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Hua Liu actually dared to ram Dongzhu Song's car. He deserves to be punished... However, if word spreads, people in the world will probably think that this is Dongzhu Song's inflicting death on his former enemy. This is bad.
Reputation!"
Song Wen has always had a great reputation in the world!
Whether it was helping little beggars like An Chun for the first time, or helping orphans like Li Erlang in the army with Li Yan, or using the name of the Imperial Boxing Gym in the capital to help orphans and widows of martyrs.
In addition, later Song Wen won over all the little turtle teapots in Wazi Street, and even paid for free treatment for the sick Yao Sister... Unknowingly, the tricks of Song Wen, the turtle god of Wazi Street, and his
The reputation of the chivalrous and kind-hearted young gentleman has long been spread throughout the world!
Establishing his own reputation and appeal at all costs, starting from the market and reaching the world! Song Wenwen is deliberately trying to slowly manage his reputation... How could he do this kind of thing that adds insult to injury and destroys his reputation just because of an already insignificant An Chun?