Zhang Mansion is not far from Chu Mansion, just two steps away. They are all in Tai'anfang.
At a quarter of an hour, Chu Qing arrived. Behind him stood Fu San, and in the distance stood three detective horses from the Thousand Cavalry Battalion.
An old man dressed as a butler, who had been waiting for a long time, actually opened the middle door, and Zhang Songling came out to greet him personally.
Looking at the familiar "appreciative" gaze, Chu Qing smiled, cupped his fists and saluted.
It is not an official etiquette or a scholar's etiquette, but a military etiquette.
Zhang Songling's face was expressionless, he spoke like a nephew, and he welcomed Chu Qing in with great enthusiasm.
Chu Qing was not surprised. Even if Zhang Songling wanted to step on him to become famous, he couldn't do it so obviously. After all, he was also the deputy commander of Qianqi Camp. No one with normal IQ would offend him easily.
The residence of the right minister of the Ministry of Rites is extremely majestic.
The courtyard is surrounded by green brick and stone walls, surrounded by green willows. Entering the mansion, you bypass the screen wall and are surrounded by verandas on all sides. The corridors in the courtyard are connected and dotted with rocks. After passing through the Moon Gate, you can see a magnificent garden with brocades and shelves in the backyard.
Qiangwei, Baoxiang, the white stone road across the pond, and then across the courtyard wall, were filled with ten low tables. Behind the tables were wealthy businessmen from the capital in gorgeous clothes. They all stood up and saluted Chu Qing, with flattering smiles on their faces.
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Zhang Songling was very proud, as if the person standing next to him was not Chu Qing, the deputy commander of the Qianqi Battalion, but his eldest son who had passed the Lanxiang Technical School with perfect scores.
Chu Qing glanced over and nodded slightly, looking very proud.
Zhang Songling had been secretly observing Chu Qing, and when he saw that there was no strange expression on the latter's face, he knew in his heart that it was indeed Qianqiying. He had known that he was hosting a banquet for others.
The guests sat down, Chu Qing sat behind the first low table on the right, Zhang Songling clapped his hands, and the maids in the mansion filed in carrying exquisite silver plates.
The food was very exquisite, but mostly fruits and vegetables. After the eight maids left, twelve dancing girls in tulle came in. One of them, swaying, sat down and began to play the piano.
The dancers began to dance in the courtyard to the sound of the piano.
Chu Qing nodded secretly.
After all, she is a business tycoon and a dancer in the Zhang family. She is almost the same age, around 20, mainly because she wears less clothes.
The group of dancers in Qu Mansion looked like a group purchase from the same plastic surgery hospital. They all basically looked like bears. I don’t know where Qu Mingtong got them from. Another one was wearing a lot of clothes. Look.
The dancers in Zhang's house are in great shape and don't feel cold even on a slightly chilly autumn night. The total amount of fabric on twelve people's bodies may not be enough to make a pair of trousers.
Fu San leaned down and said softly: "Master, the woman wearing the veil and playing the piano looks like the green pearl."
Chu Qing didn't pay attention just now. He only looked at the figure. He looked closely and saw that the back was similar to the green bead he saw a few days ago.
Glancing at Zhang Songling, Chu Qing felt that this old guy was quite alive.
During the day, I have someone take care of the accounts, and at night, I serve as an atmosphere team. When I'm done, I can even warm the bed. I spend a share of the money and have someone do three jobs.
There was dancing here, Zhang Songling also came over with a wine glass, and the merchants stood up.
Chu Qing seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
There is a saying at the Chang Dynasty wine table that officials and merchants are not in the same class, which means that merchants are not worthy of dining with officials. After all, merchants are despised by everyone and are considered a lowly profession.
Zhang Songling came up with a wine glass, as if he wanted to introduce everyone to Chu Qing, which was very rude.
It’s just a banquet with businessmen to have dinner together, and introductions are also required. If it were someone else, the table would basically be turned over.
Chu Qing was indifferent and just smiled.
Zhang Songling had a high opinion of Chu Qing, and he thought that Chu Qing would at least show some displeasure.
In fact, Chu Qing's previous guess was reasonable. If he was too young, his appearance would lower his score.
The officials' talk about Qianqiying's talk of a tiger's face was true, thanks to the sense of mystery created by Chen Yan and his various tricks.
Then Chu Qing spent two months completely transforming Qianqiying into a law enforcement agency similar to urban management.
Zhang Songling didn't dare to look down on Chu Qing at first, but after meeting him, he found that this boy was easy to talk to and young. After that, he really stopped checking the construction and materials shop, so he looked down on him a little bit.
Originally, according to Zhang Songling's plan, he wanted to mention Chu Qing's background only after Chu Qing had made further inquiries. He even hoped that Chu Qing would not be afraid of him, so that he could complain to the Supreme Emperor.
But unexpectedly, Chu Qing gave in, and he did it so quickly.
Precisely because of this, Zhang Songling couldn't say that he didn't take Chu Qing seriously, at least he wasn't afraid of him anymore.
Therefore, many people are mean. When others take a step back, they want to take a step forward. If they really wait for the other person to take a step forward, it will not be a step, but one step after another will push him into the abyss. He will still be there until he actually falls into the abyss.
I thought, eh, isn't this kid quite cowardly? How could he be so cruel... so cruel?
Of course, Zhang Songling summoned Chu Qing today for serious business. These merchants can basically be said to control most of the business lifeline in Beijing.
"Nephew Chu Xian, come and introduce me to you."
After all, Zhang Songling was quite good at counting. He pointed at a businessman with a smile on his face and said, "Master Gan, Gan Feikong, most of the silk in Beijing comes from Master Gan's shop."
The old man named Gan Feikong quickly raised his glass and drank it down with a flattering smile on his face: "I have admired the name of Lord Chu for a long time. I have admired the name of Master Chu for a long time. It is like thunder in my ears. I didn't expect to be such a young and handsome man."
Chu Qing nodded slightly, still aloof.
Zhang Songling said with a smile: "Although Mr. Gan is a businessman, my brother-in-law is Mr. Xiong Chumoxiong, the censor of Taizuo."
Pointing to another merchant, Zhang Songling introduced them one by one.
"Jin Zhiyuan, 60% of the tooth shops in Beijing are under the name of Mr. Zhen, and my father-in-law is the current dynasty..."
"Surfed to Uncle Xun, half of the granaries in the capital..."
"Park Bu-sung..."
After introducing the people on the right, the merchants on the left also gathered around.
"Mei Xihai, my younger brother is in the Ministry of War..."
"Pu Yongmeng, the brother-in-law of a doctor in the Ministry of Justice..."
"Wax Kuo..."
"Ji Liangxian..."
"Traveling all over the world..."
"Dao Shiping..."
After introducing them one by one, Chu Qing also wrote down the faces of these people.
Gan, Jin, Tou and Pu, the backers of these four people are all courtiers in the court.
The backers of the six people, Mei, Pu, Wa, Ji, Ba and Dao, were mostly officials from the capital. Although they were not officials of higher rank, they were all powerful figures.
After thinking about it in my mind, these ten people cover the most profitable business fields in Beijing.
With a slight smile, Chu Qing stood up, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip, which was enough to show Zhang Songling's face.
The group of merchants were all smiling and drank all the wine in their glasses. Zhang Songling was also laughing with his face glowing red, feeling quite proud.
Returning to the main seat, Zhang Songling stroked his beard and was about to speak when he suddenly found Chu Qing pouring himself another drink.
The ten merchants quickly raised their glasses and drank them all in one gulp.
Unexpectedly, Chu Qing poured another glass. After drinking, he lit up the glass and smiled even more.
The merchant still had a drink with him, but Chu Qing drank three drinks in a row as if he had never had a drink in eight lifetimes. The merchant naturally accompanied him.
Zhang Songling was getting more and more proud, because Chu Qing was very considerate, but only Fu San knew that his young master, who rarely drank alcohol, was about to start trouble.
Chu Qing drank seven or eight glasses of wine in succession. He raised his head and noticed that an old businessman's eyes were out of focus, and he sneered in his heart.
Cao Pi's daughter-in-law went to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables. At this level, Zhen Ji dared to drink with me!
