Part Three Chapter 35: Jun Moxie's Plans for a Rainy Day and Fatty Tang's Great Ideals
"It doesn't matter!" His Majesty the Emperor's eyes were deep and unpredictable, and he smiled coldly: "Ling'er has always been my daughter, how could I let anything happen to my daughter? Looking at the Tianxiang Empire, who dares to touch her? I will destroy his whole family! If there is,
If you are not afraid, just give it a try!"
Mr. Wen sighed secretly, "There are people who are no longer afraid for a long time, and you have not seen you destroy their entire family. If your daughter is really dead, even if you destroy the other party's entire family afterwards, can you save your daughter?"
It seems that His Majesty is determined to walk on this line.
After the third prince's interference, the auction ended early. Except for a few people including Yang Mo, everyone was happy and gradually began to leave the venue.
Young Master Jun stood upstairs and saw General Dugu Wudi and his son running away quickly, as if there were ghosts following behind, and he almost laughed out loud. However, Dugu Xiaoyi did not leave.
Come over here to the upstairs.
"After everything is done, let Tang Yuan and Song Changhuo come to my place! I have other arrangements." Jun Moxie's face was a little heavy. Although it was just an auction, how could Jun Moxie's hidden intentions be revealed? Isn't it true?
Little things?
A little butterfly fan can change some original trajectories, not to mention organizing an aristocratic auction at such a sensitive moment? It can easily trigger earth-shaking changes!
"Third Uncle, our personnel who have been arranged outside to pay attention to the secret contacts between various houses must retreat immediately, regardless of whether they have gained anything or not! Don't leave any clues. Everyone must hand over the information in their hands.
Quickly sorted it out and put it all into one place. After this time, I believe that we will basically have a good idea of the strength of Tianxiang's major families and wealthy businessmen, especially the strength of their vassals. Three
Uncle, you have to arrange this matter properly and don't be careless."
"I understand, I will act carefully." Jun Yiyi looked a little serious and nodded deeply.
"Now I know that this matter was arranged behind my back. There are only four people: Third Uncle, Tang Yuan, Song Shang, and Wang Ye. There is no problem with Third Uncle. Tang Yuan and Song Shang, after my suggestions, there should be no problem either.
Question. As for Ying Bukong, he might be able to vaguely guess something, but it doesn't matter..." Jun Moxie considered it in his mind, but did not say it out loud. He looked up at the little boy who was sitting on the armchair and gnashing his teeth.
Yang Mo suddenly had an idea in his mind: "Yang Mo, I will write a few words and give them to your father when you go back. You must not let others see it."
Yang Mo agreed dullly.
"By the way, there is also Hai Chenfeng. Although he is a master of Tianxuan..." Jun Moxie had no time to pay attention to Yang Mo's sadness and continued to consider the loopholes in this operation.
Only by preparing for a rainy day can you be invincible. Although there were many people at the scene, Jun Moxie always felt that there was a pair of deep eyes looking for him everywhere. The two men in black robes suddenly appeared behind Princess Lingmeng.
This made Jun Moxie feel a great sense of crisis in his heart!
As the auction ceremony came to an end, the guests also left one after another. The three princes left one after another, especially His Royal Highness the third prince, who couldn't wait to show his filial piety to his father, but Princess Lingmeng remained dumbfounded.
He sat on the chair, motionless. Although Lingmeng had long known that the three brothers were at odds with each other over who would win the throne, and had also known his father's intentions, but today he heard this discussion naked, he was still distraught.
She can't accept it!
These people are her father, her brothers, and all her closest relatives! These should be the people closest to her, but why...why...Princess Lingmeng suddenly felt that she was really...
I am lonely and helpless. I really want to talk to Dugu Xiaoyi and other caring sisters, and I also want to find a generous shoulder to lean on... Unfortunately, where can I find such a person?
Princess Lingmeng's usually bright and beautiful eyes were a little hollow and melancholy at this moment. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to touch her chest. There were four flying knives there, four magical weapons from that person. The only thing that could bring her comfort.
Something! The cold blade has been warmed by her own body temperature. What if... The two men in black behind her disappeared at some point. The Lord Tianxiang and Mr. Wen left earlier, but their coming and going was unexpected.
How can the princess intervene?
Seeing that Her Royal Highness had not come out for a long time, the princess maid finally came in from the outside and stood beside her, watching with her as the crowd gradually dispersed. Gradually, the hall became empty, unusually empty, and waves of charming floral fragrance slowly filled the room.
Come, it gradually replaced the intoxicating aroma of wine and drove away the different smells left by the crowd, slowly making this hall become elegant again.
Light pours in from all directions, bright and dark, and extremely spacious.
Upstairs, there is still the melancholy sound of the flute playing tirelessly, as if it is telling the loneliness of generations and the sorrow of thousands of years... Ling Meng sat quietly, listening to this ethereal music, the more delicate her figure became.
, Loneliness... Master Jun has just arranged for Yang Mo to be sent away. This young prince has experienced too many things today and suffered a huge blow. It was supposed to be a fun thing, and he was excited
Coming here, only to go back with physical and mental injuries, which is undoubtedly a cruel thing for a child of only ten years old.
But Master Jun did not try to comfort him, nor did he try to make him happy.
The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. Without some tempering, the intoxicating fragrance of flowers and peerless edge will come?!
A child's growth must always rely on his own efforts. I have planted an indelible seed in his young heart today, and I have experienced such a blow and endured such humiliation. I will definitely gain true success.
Growth. No matter what you do in the future, the experience you endure now will be the most precious wealth in the future!
Only with more experience can you grow into a real man who stands upright.
There is no so-called degenerate emotion in the world. Only those who have been played with and abandoned by others can play games with life! There are no truly ambitious people in the world, only those who have been much oppressed by others and have a strong sense of loss after comparison.
, only then will you have the idea of taking the whole world under your feet and being the only one who dominates!
Everything must have a cause, and only when there is a cause will there be an effect.
One person can never truly take the place of another person's pain.
The Junda killer would never do such a thing!
Appreciation is one thing, but helping is another! If you can't bear the blow to yourself, then I won't help you! If you die, you will die. You can't help yourself stand.
There is no regret in the death of a person, even if that person is a good person, there will be no exception!
After all, too many good people die in one day in the entire world.
Young Master Jun thought to himself: I can't help! Don't say I'm not the savior, even if I really am the savior I can't help!
Tang Yuan came up to him happily, his fat face red with excitement. He opened his mouth and shouted: "Huge profits! Real huge profits! Wow, hahaha, I, Tang Yuan, made money today. I didn't expect that I
Tang Yuan also has today! How proud and proud!" He suddenly jumped and shouted ferociously at Jun Moxie: "Ninety million taels, a total of ninety million taels, ahhh..."
It seems that the fat man is in a hysterical and violent state. On weekdays, the fat man dares to treat Mr. Jun with this kind of virtue, all because of money!
Money!...original sin!
Song Shang followed him with a sullen face, without any hint of joy. In Song Shang's heart, selling such heavenly wine to these so-called nobles was a waste of food! The master's wine was a rare product in the world.
How can it be measured with mere money? To measure it with money is simply a kind of blasphemy!
But Master Jun had an order, and he didn't dare to disobey it.
Dugu Xiaoyi followed at the end, jumping up and down, her face full of joy. It seemed that the success of the auction organized by Jun Moxie was even more joyful than her own success.
"Really?" Jun Moxie looked at him with a smile. "Fat man, this time just from your dividends, you have more than ten million taels of silver. Do you have any follow-up plans?"
"Follow-up plans?" Tang Yuan rolled his eyes and thought for a while, then said with emotion: "Yes, why not? I have had a dream since I was a child. Unfortunately, there has never been enough money for me to use, and my family will not give it to me.
Such a huge expense, so it has never been realized.”
As he spoke, Fatty Tang sighed, with a look of fascination and resentment. Occasionally there was a bit of relief, joy that his long-cherished wish was about to come true, and... uneasiness.
"What lofty ideal? Tell me." Jun Moxie couldn't help but become interested when he heard the words. He originally asked casually, but ended up asking about Fatty Tang's biggest dream. As a playboy with the same name, how could Jun Moxie not be curious?
This fat man actually hides a lofty life dream in his dirty heart filled with fat?
This is really something weird!
"I've been thinking that when I have money, money that truly belongs to me, enough money, I will..." The sentimental look on Tang Yuan's face made the atmosphere in the room dull. Even Dugu Xiaoyi likes it so much
The person who was teasing Tang Yuan couldn't help but shut his mouth, waiting for Fatty Tang to feel relieved.
"...I will go to Lingwu Lake and gather all the bitches in each building who are known to be entertainers but not prostitutes in one room. Everyone will strip naked and sing and dance for me! They also have to wink at me.
She flirted at me with a flirtatious look, and her movements had to be wild and wild. If she did it just once, she would pay a huge sum of money!" Tang Yuan smacked his lips, with a look of fascination on his face, as if he had already seen this grand scene.
Everyone was speechless! Everyone looked weird.
He is indeed the most famous dandy in the capital, and even his dreams are so different! I can’t accept it!
"What I can't stand the most is those people who want to build shitty memorial arches after being bitches!" Tang Yuan said angrily: "Damn it, since you have become a record girl, you have to sell it, but you have to hang it up like a busker?
A brand that sells its body, why does it call itself everyone! Bullshit everyone! Damn their ancestors! And some of them actually said righteously: I am dedicating myself to art! Damn it! What the hell! If it wasn’t for money, why bother doing this?
Are you jumping back and forth from house to house? Do you really think you are a saint?"
Everyone was shocked again, but... the fat man's words still seemed... to make some sense.
"Since it's not about money, and this and that 'everyone' doesn't look bad, why don't you find a man to marry? It's more stable than doing this, right? To put it bluntly, it's a shame! Damn it, there's no such thing as selling one's body without selling one's body! I'm using it
Kill them one by one with money! See if they can be sold!" Tang Yuan was filled with indignation and was very sad and angry.