At the dinner table, the wine man held his chopsticks in his mouth and glanced at Tang Ji from time to time.
Tang Ji noticed it quickly and gave her and Jiang Ran a piece of sweet and sour pork respectively: "Are you ready to eat yet? Why do you keep looking at me?"
"Mr. Tang, why don't you let me put the money with Brother Daniu?" Jiu'er blinked her exquisite eyes and glanced at Jiang Ran specifically, as if to indicate something.
Tang Ji picked up a small mouthful of rice from the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth, and explained: "Isn't Li Daniu going to cooperate with the Lin family? By coincidence, Sister Yue and I are also planning to clean up the Lin family, so the money you invest in him will probably be wasted.
"
Hearing this, Jiuer lowered his head helplessly.
What kind of wood is Young Master Tang!
Didn't you signal clearly enough?
If he said it was for the sake of the young lady, and he cooperated with him, the young lady would definitely be very moved...
Jiang Ran didn't pay attention to the little girl's thoughts, and caressed her jade lips: "In that case, wouldn't the neighbors also have to pay for their money?"
Tang Ji took a bite of the food, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "I tried to persuade them just now, but those people are obsessed with money and don't know right from wrong at all."
"I'll talk to them tomorrow." Jiang Ran knew that Tang Ji believed in her that's why she said so much, but she didn't understand business matters, but some neighbors took good care of themselves and couldn't let them go bankrupt.
"Okay, stop talking, eat, eat!" Tang Ji shook his head and picked up his rice bowl again.
Jiu'er looked at the two of them and shook his head.
Alas, rotten wood cannot be carved!
There are two more keys!
...
The next day, when Tang Ji arrived at Jiran Bookstore, Li Yu was already waiting outside the door.
"Tang Ji, there is news from Kyoto!"
Tang Ji immediately realized that there was only one news from Kyoto related to him, and that was the Yang family, and he quickly asked: "How do you say it?"
Li Yu took out a secret letter from his sleeve and handed it over. Seeing Tang Ji open it, he also started to explain: "I asked a friend to find out that the Yang family is a wealthy family in Beijing. Although it only has one minor official,
He has a good way of doing business, the current head of the family is Yang Tianchang, but the person in charge is the old man Yang Qingtian."
Tang Ji didn't listen to his nonsense, quickly read through the contents of the letter, and then opened his mouth in shock: "Damn it, what a bloody plot!"
According to what was written in the letter, Yang Tianchang had a younger sister named Yang Shuli who got pregnant out of wedlock eighteen years ago and was expelled from the family. Later, the old man of the Yang family couldn't bear it and sent someone to take care of them secretly.
For some unknown reason, Yang Shuli died unexpectedly, and the little boy named Tang also disappeared, and this child was him...
"Just get used to it. Not to mention being assassinated by your own uncle, I'm often assassinated by my own brothers!" Li Yu found another similarity between Tang Ji and himself, and gave a few words of comfort with a silly smile, and then continued to ask: "
What’s the bloody plot?”
"Isn't it bloody to be assassinated by a relative?" Tang Ji shook his head and sighed, putting the secret message in his sleeve, but a series of questions appeared in his mind.
The original doubts were solved, and now there are more mysteries. Why did Yang Tianchang assassinate him? How did Yang Shuli die? And who was his father?
Li Yu nodded in sudden realization and added: "Then wasn't it true that I was a bitch every once in a while?"
Hearing this, Tang Ji shuddered. This guy's cold joke was not funny at all. Instead, it made him crawl all over. He rubbed his tense temples, put the previous question behind his mind, and walked into the small
In the building.
Li Yu followed closely and continued: "I haven't finished speaking yet. I found the mansion for you. Guess where it is?"
As they spoke, the two of them had already walked into the building. Tang Ji stepped up the stairs, turned his head and looked at him with a mean smile, and casually replied: "Next to your Prince You's Mansion."
"How do you know?" Li Yu giggled twice, rubbed his nose and added: "It happened that a family nearby wanted to move, so I bought the mansion. The place is not small but not very expensive. It is very suitable for you. I will take it with you another day. You go and take a look."
Tang Ji nodded slightly, it was very convenient to have a residence in Beicheng, at least he didn't have to travel back and forth.
Soon, the two of them walked into Shen Ling's studio. It had a very artistic atmosphere. There were paintings everywhere with very different styles. Coupled with the simple-style decoration, it made people look very comfortable.
The lighting in this room is very good. By the fully opened window, Shen Ling was sitting in front of the easel adjusting ink. When he noticed the two coming in, he quickly stood up to greet them: "The shopkeeper!"
Before Tang Ji could reply, Li Yu rushed to answer: "Huh? You only have Tang Ji in your eyes, right?"
"No, no, I have met His Highness Prince You." Shen Ling waved his hands hurriedly. The reason why he was able to follow Tang Ji and come into contact with so many interesting paintings was thanks to Prince You.
Tang Ji took out several portraits of characters from "Journey to the West" from his sleeve. They were all reproduced according to the images in later TV series, and handed them to Shen Ling: "Later, I need you to draw some illustrations according to the plot and attach them to the book to add interest. Sex and imagery.”
He originally wanted Shen Ling to learn to draw comics, but considering that printing technology was not yet mature, he canceled the plan.
Shen Ling went downstairs to read "Journey to the West" when he had nothing to do in the past two days. He was also very interested in this book. When he saw the paintings in his hands, the images of Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie on them immediately resonated with him and raised his eyebrows. Thumbs up praised: "Shopkeeper, you are really amazing. Your paintings are exactly as I imagined. I read your book and I have pictures in my mind, but I just can't draw them."
Li Yu curled his lips, how powerful is this guy? He is simply inhuman. He can write books faster than he can copy them. He looks completely clueless, but every book he takes out is unmatched. The key is that he is not only writing books inappropriately. people......
Tang Ji waved his hand indifferently and continued: "Stop saying 'you, you, you', it sounds awkward to me, you are several years older than me!"
Then, he explained a few more detailed issues.
"... That's about it. The fourth volume of Journey to the West will be on the shelves soon, and the collector's edition will be on the shelves at the same time as the fifth volume, so you still have five days." Tang Ji exhaled and took a sip. He pursed his dry lips.
Shen Ling remembered Tang Ji's words in his heart, cupped his hands and said, "Don't worry, shopkeeper, five days is enough."
"Well, you don't have to be too anxious. The sales volume of the collector's edition won't be very large. If it doesn't work, it doesn't matter if it's a few days later. We have to ensure the quality." Tang Ji patted his shoulder, then walked towards the door, leaving Li Yu, who was sleeping soundly on the chair, woke up and walked out together.
"Ha~ You guys have been chatting for too long. The collector's edition was originally priced at twenty taels of silver, but now it's changed to fifty taels of silver. Only a fool would buy it!" Li Yu murmured, dragging his tired body.
Fifty taels of silver is enough for an ordinary family to live for several years. Even the rich would be reluctant to part with it. If you have this spare money, you might as well go to a brothel and order two girls.
After all, the happiness of the soul is just an illusion, and the happiness of the body is the real happiness!
Tang Ji raised the corner of his mouth and smiled mysteriously: "Don't worry, it will be sold."
The two walked back to the study. Tang Ji sat down behind the desk and asked, "Has the typesetting of "The Condor Shooting" started?"
"It started yesterday, and printing is expected to start tomorrow." After Li Yu answered, he felt something was wrong. After thinking about it, he raised his voice and complained: "Tang Ji, I, the majestic King You, am not your subordinate!