Liu Xi was stunned, then kicked him hard: "Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
Fang Zheng came to the rescue and said: "Hey, forget it, I can't blame him completely. As the saying goes, 'If you don't do anything bad in your life, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night.' If you are afraid of this kind of virtue, you must have done too much."
How can you have the nerve to blame others for something you have done wrong?"
Liu Xi was so angry when he heard this, your moral character just now was not much better than mine, why do you have the nerve to criticize me?
After using his fists and kicks for a long time, Liu Xi felt relieved. He took a deep breath and went out to greet Prince Fu and Princess Changping.
Unexpectedly, Fatty and Chang Ping had already appeared at the door. Fatty looked around curiously with an honest smile, but Chang Ping had a pretty and expressionless face, as if something had made the little girl very unhappy.
Fang Zheng became happy when he saw the two of them. It felt so good to have acquaintances visiting the prison. No wonder the prisoners in TV shows always feel like they have been given blood when it is time to visit the prison. It turns out that being visited by someone is so heartwarming.
"Little Liu Xi kowtows to His Royal Highness Prince Fu for a thousand years, and to His Royal Highness Princess Changping for a thousand years!" Liu Xi bowed his head without saying a word.
The fat man was startled, "Who are you?"
Liu Xi did not dare to raise his head and said: "Young one is the prison chief here, and I will serve Master Fang here."
Chang Ping said impatiently: "You have nothing to do here, get out!"
Liu Xi did not dare to say anything, so he immediately stood up and left, closing the door behind him when he went out.
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "You came at the right time. Fatty, come and have a few drinks with me."
The fat man was not polite at all. He sat down and picked up his chopsticks to eat. While eating, he said: "Brother Fang, you have a nice layout here. It seems that my father has put a lot of thought into it."
Chang Ping snorted coldly from the side: "He is enjoying the popularity here and drinking spicy food. He doesn't look like he is in jail. Fortunately, there are so many women outside who are worried about him."
Fang Zheng was stunned, then he approached the fat man and asked softly: "Is your sister eating too much? I heard her tone, as if I should suffer more, what do you mean?"
The fat man didn't say anything, and sipped his wine with a smile.
Chang Ping said angrily: "Where did you suffer? The people who suffered are all outside the prison. You bastard, you have provoked so many women. You...why don't you die?"
Fang Zheng was unhappy, and his eyes widened when he heard this. Just as he was about to speak, Fatty quickly came out to smooth things over: "Okay, okay, can you please stop arguing as soon as we meet? Brother Fang, I have two things to tell you today. One is
Good news or bad news, which one do you hear first?"
Seeing the fat man's smiling and mysterious face, Fang Zheng was stunned, then rolled his eyes and said, "Listen to the bad guys first."
The fat man was choked up when he heard this, and he awkwardly discussed with Fang Zheng: "Can't you just listen first?"
Fang Zheng smiled and shook his head: "No, I will listen to the bad ones first, suppress them first and then raise them. It has a very good regulating effect on my mood."
This guy is so cunning! The fat man snorted in displeasure and said with a straight face: "Well, the bad news is that Pan Shangshu doesn't agree."
Fang Zheng was stunned by this nonsense, "What do you mean? Why don't you agree?"
The fat man said proudly: "That's why I want you to listen first. The good news is: the Turkic envoy will arrive in Beijing in a few days, but who to send to negotiate with the Turks will make my father very embarrassed. Wei Chengde, the Minister of the Ministry of War
Some of the courtiers headed by you have submitted memorials one after another, recommending you as the envoy, fully responsible for negotiations with the Turks."
Fang Zheng thought for a while and said: "So the connection between these things means that Old Wei recommended me to negotiate, but Pan Shangshu disagreed?"
The fat man nodded and said, "Yes, some of the important officials in the court are still arguing non-stop in my father's study room. I will rush over to tell you as soon as I receive the news."
Fang Zheng curled his lips without interest and said, "What a fuss! Why doesn't anyone ask me, the person involved, for my opinion?"
The fat man said in astonishment: "What do you think?"
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and said, "Of course I won't go. That old guy Pan Shangshu got what I wanted this time, hehe."
The fat man said anxiously: "You are stupid! When the Turkic envoys come in a few days, if they appoint you as the envoy, won't you be able to be released from prison?"
Fang Zheng said lazily: "You are stupid. If you go out to talk to those Turks, if the talks are good, I can only count my merits and demerits. If the talks are not good, Mr. Pan Shangshu
The things will definitely involve me, humiliate the country, etc., and I may not be accused of any crime at that time. Besides, negotiations are laborious and laborious, so what benefits can I gain?"
The fat man was speechless. For such an important state matter, this person was actually related to his own personal interests. He really came from a well-known business family, and he had deeply inherited the essence of the businessman's character of "don't start early without profit".
Changping didn't bother to get angry with Fang Zheng now. Hearing this, he glared at him and said, "You can be released from prison. Isn't this a benefit?"
Fang Zheng smiled happily: "Originally, I was reluctant to come in, but after I came in today, I suddenly figured out one thing: there is food and drink here, and I don't have to go to court in the middle of the night every day, and I don't have to deal with your dad.
I don’t have to be scolded, and I don’t have to be spanked. Except for not being able to bask in the sun, everything is much better than outside. To be honest, I really don’t want to go out. - By the way, fat man, help me tell your dad.
, can you make a hole in the wall here for me? Let the sun shine in through this hole, then everything will be perfect..."
The fat man touched his chin and began to think: "It's not good to make holes in the wall here. The load-bearing of the wall is all on this end. Besides, the direction is not right. This wall is to the west, so you can only enjoy the sunset every day...
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Fang Zheng discussed with him: "How about changing the side? Change to the east side. I like the fresh sunshine in the morning, but if the east wall is to be demolished, the big bed will have to be moved. I may not be used to sleeping...
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The fat man nodded deeply: "It makes sense..."
The fat man continued: "I would say just punch a few holes in every wall, so that you can get sunlight at any time."
Fang Zheng hurriedly nodded in agreement, and then said: "But we still have to consider the feng shui of the room. If we move here and there, what if the feng shui is damaged? Fatty, please find a feng shui practitioner to come over tomorrow to help me figure it out.
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"No problem, I'll take care of this..."
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Chang Ping listened to the two people talking more and more off topic, he couldn't help but stamp his feet and said loudly: "Wake up! Is there a rule or not? What are you talking about? Do you really plan to stay here for a long time?"
Fang Zheng and Fatty suddenly woke up, and then looked at each other sheepishly. They were too engrossed in chatting, and they both said that a man who likes to decorate the room is a good man. From this point of view, Fang Zheng and Fatty are definitely examples of good men.
"Uh... where did we just talk?" the fat man said awkwardly.
Fang Zheng scratched his head and recalled: "... Speaking of placing a few pots of iron trees in the south corner, it will bring wealth and good fortune..."
The fat man sweated profusely: "...That's not it. Let's talk about business. Brother Fang, I think the negotiation is yours. For the sake of the people of China, please don't refuse."
Fang Zheng shook his head and said: "Don't put such a big label on me. In a word, I will not do anything that is not beneficial. There are so many people in the Hua Dynasty, and they can talk to anyone. I think that old guy Pan Shangshu is good, let him
Go talk.”
The fat man smiled bitterly and said: "Don't be joking. Pan Shangshu has always been the advocate of peace in the court. If you send him to come forward, even if you win the battle, you can still get him to cede territory and sue for peace. Aren't you a rude general?"
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Chang Ping said bitterly: "Good things, good things, you have fallen into the eyes of money! What benefits do you want?"
Fang Zheng perked up as soon as he heard the word "benefits". His eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said enthusiastically: "It's very simple. I negotiated with the Turks. The deal we negotiated, uh, should it be called terms here? Well, negotiation.
Under the terms of the contract, I will pay the imperial court a 50-50 split. If the Turks compensate me one million taels of silver, the imperial court will have to give me a personal five hundred thousand taels. Of course, if it is some goods, such as fine horses, furs, and cattle,
We can convert sheep and other things into silver and then divide the accounts..."
After thinking about it, Fang Zheng added: "If they are Turkic women, I don't want any of them. I will give them all to the court. They are my gifts to the court. Customer satisfaction is my aim. We can cooperate again in the future..."
Fatty and Chang Ping were stunned when they heard this. This man... this man is so shameless! The two of them grew up in a deep palace. They have been immersed in the ideological teachings of loyalty to the emperor and serving the country. They have never seen anyone express their desire for self-interest so nakedly.
?The two people who heard these words couldn't help feeling a little dizzy at the moment...
Fang Zheng saw the weird expressions on the two people's faces and couldn't help but feel worried. Did he raise the price too high? The 50-50 ratio is indeed a bit too much. Do you want to lower it further? Lower your psychological bottom line and leave someone to bargain.
Room, 46? Well, it seems to be a bit too much, at least 37, no less. My friend has been poor recently and needs to find some income for himself...
Fang Zheng said uneasily: "Uh,...what's wrong with you? If you don't agree, we can discuss it again..."
For a long time, the fat man raised his hands in admiration and said: "Brother Fang is really... is..." After thinking for a long time, he could not think of a word that could accurately describe Fang Zheng's character. The fat man finally sighed dejectedly and said: "In short,...
…I’m convinced!”
Fang Zheng said in astonishment: "...are you convinced? What are you convinced of? Hey, what do you mean? What do you mean by being convinced? Don't go off topic, we can discuss it again..."
Fatty and Chang Ping looked at each other and saw Chang Ping also had a wry smile on his face. They nodded to each other and stood up one after another.
The fat man cupped his hands and said: "...We said goodbye. Alas, I'd better ask my father about this matter..."
After saying that, the fat man turned around and went out. Chang Ping followed the fat man out without saying a word. After thinking about it, he felt unwilling to give in. He jumped back and ran back, pinching Fang Zheng's arm hard: "You bastard! That's not the case.
I’ve seen such a shameless person like you! Why don’t you die?”
He cursed harshly, but Chang Ping's eyes were full of smiles, and the deep affection in his autumn-like eyes could not be concealed. After Chang Ping said that, he turned around and ran away, and there was a faint sound coming from the dim corridor of the cell.
Her silvery laughter.
Fang Zheng grimaced in pain, and chased the fat man's back inexplicably and shouted loudly: "Hey! Why did you leave just like that? Tell me if it's okay. Four or six is fine. Three or seven is not non-negotiable.
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It's really a lot easier to update only one chapter, and I still have time to read books by great writers.