Fang Zheng said impatiently: "Okay, okay, stop howling. Believe it or not, it's up to you. Do you want the antidote? Just wait."
After saying that, Fang Zheng threw Mr. Wu into the side hall, and was alone in one of the side rooms, not knowing what to do. Mr. Wu was like a duck being picked up by the neck, stretching his neck and looking at the door of the side room eagerly.
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After half a stick of incense, Fang Zheng finally came out of the room, holding a dark spherical object in his hand, and said to Mr. Wu: "Swallow it, remember, you are not allowed to go to the latrine for three days, otherwise the medicine will
You pulled me out."
Mr. Wu took it and looked at it intently. He saw that the object was black, the size of a pearl, had a vague smell of fish, and seemed to have a faint fragrance. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it became...
Suddenly, Mr. Wu trembled all over and cried: "Master Fang, this...isn't this the poison you gave me last time? How come it has become the antidote again today? Master Fang, don't you
Do you want to simply kill me?"
"Uh..." Fang Zheng was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that Mr. Wu was not stupid enough, but he was quite impressed by the poison last time. The mud ball he rubbed this time didn't fool him. Fang Zheng had never reacted.
I feel quite embarrassed at the moment and don’t know how to explain this problem to him.
After coughing twice, Fang Zheng straightened his face, pretending to be an expert and said in a deep voice: "Shut up! Do you know or do I know? This poison and antidote, they... cough, they are similar in appearance but not in spirit.
They look the same, but actually the preparation methods are completely different..."
Seeing Mr. Wu looking at him suspiciously, Fang Zheng said unhappily: "You don't believe me?"
Mr. Wu wanted to nod, but hesitated and shook his head.
Fang Zheng hooked his shoulder and said: "Don't worry, how could I harm you? You pat your conscience and say, we have known each other for so long, when have I ever harmed you? Besides, you still owe me so much money and you haven't paid it back.
Well, I killed you, who can I ask for money from?"
What Fang Zheng said was so shameless. Mr. Wu really wanted to pat his conscience and say, "Fang, haven't you caused me enough misery?" However, he agreed with Fang Zheng's last sentence. He still owed Fang Zheng so much money.
Well, Fang Zheng probably wouldn't kill him.
Gritting his teeth, Mr. Wu picked up the "antidote" and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it resolutely.
Fang Zheng congratulated him with a face full of joy: "Congratulations! Look, you can live another month. Life is so beautiful, we should all cherish it. - You don't seem too happy?"
Mr. Wu hurriedly forced out a smile that was uglier than crying at Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng patted his shoulder happily: "You have to hurry up on the money matter and pay it back as soon as possible. I have a lot of antidotes here waiting for you to take..."
Mr. Wu said dejectedly: "Thank you, Mr. Fang. I will go back to raise money right now. Yesterday, the eldest young master of Pan Shangshu's house mentioned to me that he wanted to buy a restaurant owned by my Wu family in the north of the city. If my father agrees, he should be able to do so.
Made a lot of it..."
Fang Zheng said with satisfaction: "Well, go ahead. Young people have to work hard so that they won't regret it when they get old. Look, your life is so positive now. I'm happy for your dad..."
Mr. Wu saluted Fang Zheng and walked out in despair. Suddenly he heard Fang Zheng shouting "Come back!"
Mr. Wu was so frightened that he trembled all over. He turned around in shock and saw Fang Zheng staring at him with a thoughtful expression.
"You just said, the eldest young master in Pan Shangshu's house? Is he Pan Tao?"
Mr. Wu nodded.
"Are you familiar with Pan Tao?"
Mr. Wu smiled bitterly and shook his head, thinking, if I wanted to get to know him well, I would have asked him to take care of you long ago. How could I be bullied like this by you?
"Master Fang, Master Pan and I are just acquaintances and know each other. He is the young master of the Shangshu family. How could he look down on a businessman like me?" Mr. Wu said bitterly.
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and suddenly had an idea.
"Oh, Mr. Wu, I am going to criticize you. What about the merchants? As long as you are sincere, the officials will still treat you as their friends."
Mr. Wu looked at Fang Zheng in shock and said, "Master Fang, what do you mean by this?"
Fang Zheng said with a smile: "Go and get to know one more friend. Don't you think Pan Tao is really a rare good friend?"
Mr. Wu said with a sad face: "Master Fang, I found that since I took your poison, my brain has become a lot stupider. What do you mean, please just tell me? I really can't guess it."
This kid is so shameless. He is already stupid. What does poison have to do with me?
Fang Zheng said bluntly: "Didn't Pan Tao say he wanted to buy your restaurant? You should take this opportunity to make acquaintance with him. Anyway, you have to do everything possible to make him regard you as a friend. If necessary, you can buy your restaurant
Give it to him to win his favor..."
Mr. Wu turned pale with fright and said, "That can't be done. If my father knew that I gave the restaurant away, he would kill me..."
Fang Zheng impatiently patted the 20,000 taels of silver notes in his hand: "Is this the head office? Even if I give you this money for the expenses of public relations, the public relations department will not understand? You are really uneducated. To put it simply
, just use the money to treat guests, make friends with Pan Tao, and let him regard you as a trustworthy friend. You can even tell him that you and I have a blood feud and we are sworn in, and he may treat you as the same enemy.
Maybe my comrades..."
Mr. Wu looked at the banknote in his hand in shock, and then at Fang Zheng: "Master Fang...you, why are you doing this?"
Fang Zheng chuckled: "The purpose of this is to ask you to help me get some information from Pan Tao. If you can handle this well, maybe I will cancel the money you owe me. How about this?
Do you want to make this deal?"
Mr. Wu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked doubtfully: "Is this true?"
Fang Zheng said sincerely: "You still don't believe me? When did I lie to you?"
Mr. Wu really has no sense of trust in Fang Zheng. No matter how sincere Fang Zheng's expression is, he will not forget that the sincere person in front of him went from extorting his money to feeding him poison. He was either deceiving or coercing him.
If people talk about trust, where do they start?
But now other than choosing to believe him, Mr. Wu seems to have no other choice. How dare he refuse to agree? Not to mention that the antidote is still in Fang Zheng's hand. Even if this doesn't happen, he still owes him millions of taels of silver.
Woolen cloth.
Seeing Mr. Wu nodding his head dejectedly, Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows with joy: "Come, come, come here, this matter can only be whispered, and cannot be publicized to the outside world..."
Two days passed very quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was the day to welcome the Turkic envoys to Beijing.
Xiaolu woke up Fang Zheng early in the morning and said that Wei Chengde, the Minister of War, and Feng Qiudao, the general of the Longwu Army, were waiting for him in the front hall of the mansion.
After Fang Zheng hurriedly washed up, he rushed to the front hall and saw Wei Chengde and Feng Qiudao chatting without a word. Feng Qiudao was a man of few words, and Wei Chengde was also a bit taciturn. The two sat together and talked to each other.
Looking for something to talk about.
Fang Zheng strode into the front hall and said with a smile: "Two adults, I'm really sorry. I stayed up all night last night to prepare some matters related to negotiation, so I came a little late. I'm sorry."
Feng Qiudao nodded expressionlessly.
Wei Chengde, an old man, is a bit stubborn. Hearing that Fang Zheng stayed up all night, he actually came close to Fang Zheng and stared at him for a while. He found that Mr. Fang in front of him was very energetic and full of energy. He clearly had enough sleep.
Five hours, how can I look like I stayed up all night?
After Wei Chengde took a look at Fang Zheng's appearance, he couldn't help curling his lips in disdain, and walked straight out without saying much.
Fang Zheng and Feng Qiudao looked at each other, smiled, and followed Wei Chengde out of Fang's mansion.
As soon as he walked out of the gate, Fang Zheng was startled. He saw two teams of sergeants in bright clothes and armor lined up at the door, holding spears and knives of the same color. There were more than 3,000 people, standing quietly outside the door.
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Fang Zheng smacked his lips and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, with so many people holding swords and guns to greet the Turkic envoys, will they frighten those Turkic brats and send them back the way they came?"
Feng Qiudao shook his head: "With the character of the Turks, they will not take this kind of people seriously. Moreover, they advocate force and are arrogant. There is nothing in the world that they are afraid of. Brother Fang, the nature of this nation
He is bloodthirsty and cruel, so be careful."
Fang Zheng frowned, Turks are not that evil? They all carry one head on two shoulders, who is afraid of whom?
Wei Chengde is the Minister of the Ministry of War, with a second-rank official position. But now the emperor appointed Fang Zheng as the chief envoy. Wei Chengde and Feng Qiudao were both deputy envoys, so they both took a step back and held Fang Zheng in the middle.
The group of people drove out of the city in a mighty manner.
Pedestrians on the road saw this group of brightly-armored and energetic sergeants, and they all pointed and talked. Fang Zheng was at the forefront, and he couldn't help but feel proud. If these three thousand people are all young masters, my little brother should be
How great would it be to lead them around the capital to cause trouble, fight in groups, and molest women from good families, and no one would dare to object?
Arriving at Shence Gate in the north of Jinling City, Fang Zheng raised his head and looked at the sky. It was almost noon.
He set up a pergola and looked out for a while, and found that there was no trace of the so-called Turkic envoys. Fang Zheng couldn't help but muttered: "These extra barbarians have no sense of time at all, their quality is really poor..."
Regardless of the brand new court uniform he was wearing, Fang Zheng sat down on a bluestone slab by the roadside.
Wei Chengde, Feng Qiudao, and the three thousand sergeants who followed them out of the city stood motionless, even their backs were straight.
Fang Zheng greeted him enthusiastically when he saw this: "Hey, why are you standing so straight? The Turks can't see you. Come, come, come, find a place to sit down and rest in the shade..."
Wei Chengde smiled slightly: "Master Fang, please help yourself. I'll be fine just standing there for a while."
Old Wei was already in his sixties and was still standing under the scorching sun. Fang Zheng, a young man, must have been embarrassed to sit down again. He muttered dissatisfiedly and reluctantly stood up and stood with everyone.