There are two main rivers in Daxuan City, the Xiaoshui River and the Xiangshui River. Among them, the Xiaoshui River was diverted into the city moat to create the wide and majestic moat of Daxuan City.
The Xiaoxiang Pavilion is located on the banks of the Xiaoshui River and the Xiangshui River. It is a very famous brothel and geisha house.
In times of turmoil, there were wars and horses, and there was singing and dancing in the prosperous times. Nowadays, the great propaganda is invincible on the outside and there is peace on the inside. From the dignitaries to the common people, they will go to some places of civility.
Let's not talk about whether Fu Yueming has such financial resources to book the entire Xiaoxiang Pavilion. His status alone is far from enough. Ten thousand gold can only be used to contract for a spacious guest room.
Before the invitees arrived, Fu Yueming had already had the entire room scented, and drinks were even more essential.
The people Fu Yueming invited were all wealthy businessmen from Daxuan City. These people had a special liking for collecting calligraphy and paintings, especially the one who painted the paintings was Jiang Lun, who won the first place in the Eight Prefectures at the Ehu Festival.
Each of these people has great wealth, but their status is not as good as that of high-ranking officials, and secondly, they are not as good as those who are enlightened.
Fu Yueming was very shrewd. He chose these wealthy businessmen who wanted to be in the upper class and spend a lot of money. As long as Jiang Yan could collect a hundred thousand gold with a little flattery, it would be no problem.
Jiang Yan observed the room through the crack in the door. They were all as fat as fat pigs with big heads and big ears. Normally, Jiang Yan would not even take a second look at these people. After all, he was an enlightened person in Yuling Continent.
It is the most noble existence.
"Fu Yueming, where is Painter Jiang?" one person asked.
"That's right, the number one in the Eight Prefectures, let's get acquainted too."
"If Painter Jiang is short of money, tell me, the most important thing I, Jia Dafu, am short of is money."
It has happened many times in Daxuan City in the past that when some painters, craftsmen, monks, etc. were short of money, they would hold an event similar to an art exhibition to raise money. This was also an opportunity for rich businessmen to cling to the powerful.
Seeing how considerate this big fat man was, Jiang Yan couldn't help but slap himself.
"These people are so kind and charitable, but I just called them pigs? Am I still a human being?"
Just when Jiang Yan appeared in the outfit prepared by Fu Yueming, suddenly there was a notice outside the door:
"The prison chief, Zhang Tang, has arrived!"
After this report, all the rich men could not help but retreat and lean against the wall, for fear of offending this evil god.
Zhang Tang walked in and looked around. The originally lively atmosphere suddenly cooled down. After all, they were just businessmen and could not withstand Zhang Tang's attention.
"Are you all here to buy paintings?" Zhang Tang asked coldly.
None of these people dared to look directly into Zhang Tang's sharp eyes like an eagle, and no one dared to answer his questions. Zhang Tang pointed at Jia Dafu to signal for him to answer.
"me…."
Jia Dafu shivered for a long time. He had money, a lot of money, and he also had a life, but he only had one. How could he dare to offend Zhang Tang?
"I don't know what I'm doing here, Mr. Zhang, could you please give me some advice?" Jia Dafu said with an apologetic smile.
"I guess you came here to go to the hut."
Going to a brothel? Jia Dafu was slandering in his heart, thinking that he was crazy, paying dozens of gold to go to a brothel to go to a brothel? No matter what he thought in his heart, he still did not dare to show his dissatisfaction on his face and nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, I have a severe stomachache. I need to go to the latrine right now."
Jia Dafu wiped his cold sweat and ran away quickly. He saw his big golden pigs rushing towards the latrine one by one, and Jiang Yan couldn't stop them.
There was only one day left before the deadline, and Zhang Tang's purpose of coming here was very simple. He just wanted to see how Jiang Chang could earn one hundred thousand gold in just one night.
At the same time, he also had to keep an eye on those wealthy businessmen to see who was trying to oppose him. He was very satisfied with the result when he saw the empty wing.
Fu Yueming wanted to stop one of them, but he didn't care. Zhang Tang asked them to go to the latrine. If they didn't go, they might never be able to go there in their lifetime!
Jiang Yan hated Zhang Tang so much that he ran away with all the money he got, but things seemed to have turned around again.
"Zhang Tang, you dare to make trouble when my young master invites people to appreciate paintings. Are you tired of living?"
Peng Li, who was nine feet tall and as tall as an iron tower, walked into the wing room, exuding an extremely domineering aura, and his cultivation level had actually reached Qianyuan Mirror.
Judging from Peng Li's fierce posture, it seemed as if he was going to tear Zhang Tangsheng alive.
Zhang Tang showed no sign of weakness, and the momentum of the two of them climbed to the left and right of each other. Fu Yueming felt that he was out of breath.
"The old general is so majestic"
"I am a second-rank and fifth-rank general, and you, a third-rank chief, don't bow to me when you see me?" Peng Li asked.
"Although you are higher in rank than me, you are not my superior, why do you worship me?" Zhang Tang snorted coldly.
Just when the two were about to take action, another announcement came from outside the door.
"The prison warden Chen Chen is here!"
Those who had just left the wing immediately ran away after hearing the name Chen Chen, the Tiger of Daxuan, and left the Xiaoxiang Pavilion directly.
Jiang Yan also didn't expect that this tiger of Daxuan was actually a middle-aged man with a somewhat thin figure.
"Mr. Zhang, please don't be rude to General Wuwei."
Hearing Chen Chen's words, Zhang Tang calmed down his momentum. Chen Chen and Peng Li arrived, and Jiang Yan, as the master, had to show his face.
But when Peng Yi saw Jiang Chan dressed up like this, he was a little dazed.
"Young Master, it doesn't matter what you are wearing. These are all trivial matters. I have also invited many friends to support you."
After Peng Yi, several more people followed him into the side room, and Peng Yi introduced them to Jiang Yan one by one.
"Zhuo Li Si heard about the court!"
"Martial Official Sifangtang"
"Xuanzheng Yamen Wu Encounter"
"Place an official office to congratulate Guang"
Peng Li had a look of arrogance on his face, and almost all the three internal and external divisions of the Daxuan court, and the four north and south yamen, except the Qing Li Division and Zong Zheng yamen, had people he invited to come and support him.
In addition to selling paintings, Peng Yi naturally also wanted to let Jiang Chan take root in the court.
"Thank you for your support," Jiang Yan said.
"Young Master, you're welcome."
"Young Master is indeed the number one in the Eight Prefectures. From his clothes, you can see that he has the style of a Qing capital and has the temperament of a famous person," one person praised.
They are different from others. These people themselves or their ancestors were all related to the Tianshe Mansion overtly or covertly during the Jiazi Gengxin period.
Jiang Yan doesn't care about their status, he only cares about whether they have money, one hundred thousand gold is enough!
"Young Master, don't you have a painting? It's time to take it out for everyone to appreciate. Now my house is short of a painting that can be hung in the central hall," He Guang said with a smile.
"I have also prepared tens of thousands of gold to buy one. My young master is the number one in the Eight Prefectures. In the future, this painting will definitely lead to a lot of promotions."
"Okay, then please come with me"
Jiang Yan selectively ignored those polite words before, but now his focus is entirely on those tens of thousands of gold.
"Why has it started before everyone has arrived?"
He Guang and others looked at Peng Yi, who shook his head to indicate that he was not inviting anyone else.
When they saw the visitor, everyone was a little surprised. How did he come back? This was a question that appeared in everyone's mind at the same time.