Fang Zheng carried the little princess on his back and wandered around the streets for a whole day. Finally, he successfully sold out the dozens of invitations in his arms. Of course, the people who bought the invitations were those who had money but no status.
Rich businessmen, judging from their delighted expressions, although the invitation of five thousand taels of silver is expensive, it is definitely worth it to them, because this is undoubtedly a good opportunity to establish relationships with the gentry, as long as they
If you have the ability and means, you won't have to worry about not being able to make connections. It's just like the high-society cocktail party in the previous life. Regardless of whether you know each other, as soon as you meet and clink glasses, you can chat a few words, promote, sell or even cooperate. Everything is possible.
, Benefits move people's hearts, this is true in ancient and modern times.
The annual flower viewing party held by the prince is all invited to officials in the court, new officials, or talented and learned people with great reputation among the people. This year's flower viewing party was made ridiculous by Fang Zheng.
But it was something the prince and his guests did not expect.
When they returned to the house, it was already time to turn on the lights. They didn't even eat dinner. They hurried back to the room and closed the door tightly. Fang Zheng and the little princess sat cross-legged and sat opposite each other on the bed.
The little princess's chubby little face was filled with impatience, and she kept urging: "Hurry up, hurry up! Take it all out!"
Fang Zheng chuckled, reached into his arms, and took out a large stack of banknotes, with denominations ranging from one thousand taels to five thousand taels. The thick stack of banknotes was stacked between the two of them, exuding a soft and cordial atmosphere.
Silver light.
The two of them opened their mouths in confusion, staring dumbly at the pile of wealth that already belonged to them, and were stunned for a moment.
One is a noble little princess of the Hua Dynasty, and the other is the only son of the richest man in the Hua Dynasty. It would not be a big deal if they have never seen such a large amount of money, but it is just that they earned the money with their own hands, so the meaning is different.
The two set out in the morning and wandered around the streets. When they saw people dressed in rich and noble clothes, they stepped forward to sell them. They sang and sang in harmony. From the time the first banknote was received until all the invitations were sold out, there was no problem.
The two of them have experienced this process firsthand, so when they saw this pile of hard-earned money, they felt a lot of emotion in their hearts.
Fang Zheng was the first to come to his senses and closed his mouth. He saw that the little princess was still staring at the banknote with gleaming eyes. Due to her uncontrollable emotions, a trace of crystal clear saliva was already flowing down her pink mouth, slowly dripping.
It fell on her cute little pink palace skirt.
Fang Zheng couldn't help but feel a burst of contempt in his heart. This little money addict is only five years old, but he loves money so much. What will he do when he grows up?
"Hey! Little princess, little princess! Wake up!" Fang Zheng shook her shoulders, finally shaking the little princess to wake up when her mind was empty.
The little princess wiped her saliva nonchalantly, slapped her fleshy little palm hard, and shouted in a sweet voice: "Hurry! Share the money!"
I really wonder if this little guy was born in the wrong child. Looking at her appearance, I guess she may have a better future as a female bandit who sits on the ground and divides the stolen goods. After all, she has been gifted since she was a child, and she has shown her extraordinary talent for robbery.
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"Little princess, you are still young. It is not safe to hold so much money. Why don't you leave it to me to keep it for you? I promise not to spend your money." Fang Zheng said with a salivating smile, trying to grab the food from the tiger's mouth.
The little princess glanced at him sideways, with a childish face, and said slowly: "...Although I am young, I am not stupid."
"…………"
After licking his fingers and sorting the banknotes of various denominations, Fang Zheng began to divide the loot.
"One for you, one for me, one for me, one for you, one for me, one for me..."
"Stop!" The little princess stared at him fiercely, clenching her fleshy little fists tightly, and her eyes were full of resentment: "You made a mistake! It's shameful to fool children, do you know?"
The little guy seems very sensitive when it comes to money-related matters...
Fang Zheng blushed secretly, and then quickly returned to normal, "That's right, it's like this..."
"You got an extra one!"
"...Then I'll divide it again."
"good."
"One for me, one for you, one for me, one for me..."
"No! Why are you like this!"
"Okay, I'll divide it again... one for you, one for me, and another for me..."
"It's wrong! If you do this again, I'll tell my sister to go!"
"…………"
"…………"
It took more than half an hour, and the two finally divided the spoils in a fair and reasonable way.
After counting, this business of reselling invitations was very profitable, with each person earning more than 80,000 taels. Fang Zheng no longer had to worry about having no money to spend in a short period of time, and he no longer had to dig around with embezzled public funds. The little princess also
His future dowry fee has added a lot, and both of them have gained something, and they are both happy. If there was champagne in this era, Fang Zheng really wanted to open a bottle to celebrate. It will not be easy to find such a cost-effective project in the future.
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They each patted their bulging wallets, and the two money lovers looked at each other, smiled, and high-fived each other.
"Are you also going to attend the Prince's flower viewing party?" After the spoils were divided, the little princess returned to her innocent and lovely image, and there was no trace of her vicious and vicious shouting about sharing the money just now.
"Yes, I promised His Highness the Crown Prince to go, you can't break your promise." Fang Zheng said absently.
He was thinking about how to distribute this unexpected wealth. Yanran wanted to give her some settling-in allowance. After all, he was the head of the family. Xiaolu had to buy her an expensive gift. Sister Feng asked her if she still needed it.
If you are short of money to invest, why not go to Changping? Well, Changping has more money than me, so I won’t bother anymore...
"But... aren't all your invitations sold out? How do you get in to the flower viewing party?" the little princess asked curiously, blinking her big clear eyes.
"...Holy crap! Why didn't you remind me?"
"Why should I remind you? If you sell less invitations, won't I have to earn less than two thousand taels of silver?" The little princess smiled slyly, like a little fox who stole a chicken.
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After lunch the next day, Fang Zheng personally sent the little princess, who had returned home with a full load, to the palace.
When he returned home, he happened to encounter Wen Sen coming to report that on the day Princess Changping made a big fuss in the Pan Mansion, Wen Sen took advantage of the chaos and sent a few capable men to sneak into the Pan Mansion smoothly. He is currently waiting for news of their return.
"It's been several days, and they have been lurking in Pan's mansion?" Fang Zheng's eyes widened in disbelief. He originally thought that the so-called gathering information was just to find a hidden place, listen to it, and then run back to report.
, wasn’t this how it was played in movies and TV shows in previous lives? Now it seems that this is not the case at all.
Wen Sen smiled and said: "Of course, time is tight, and there is no time to sneak in openly with the identities of the following people. The brothers can only act like mice, lurking in inconspicuous places. Once they encounter the patrolling guards, they will find a way.
Hidden well, it will be easier to handle after a few days and once you are familiar with the terrain."
"What if we are discovered?"
Wen Sen looked helpless: "If you can run, run away. If you can't, you will have to die in the line of duty. Moreover, the brothers have an agreement that they will never allow others to be implicated because they are discovered. Once discovered, they must find a way."
To distract the enemy, it is better to kill one person than to kill a group of people. However, it is generally not easy to be discovered. The most difficult thing to hide is the patrolling dogs. Those animals have particularly sharp noses and are the natural enemies of our industry."
Fang Zheng was shocked and said: "Dogs? Yes, why didn't I think of that? Then wouldn't our brothers be doomed if we go in?" High-ranking families all have guard dogs, ranging from a few to more than a dozen.
If you take him out for a walk, there is a high chance that your shadow subordinates will be discovered...
"It's not that serious." Wen Sen smiled and said: "Before the brothers went in, they applied a special potion on their bodies to numb the dog's nose. As long as the dog held its breath and didn't move around when it passed by, it would still be difficult to be discovered.
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"What about them eating and going to the latrine?" Fang Zheng now realized that he didn't understand the nature of the work of these subordinates at all, and this boss was too unqualified.
"Before infiltrating, they all brought a little dry food with them. To relieve themselves, they should endure it as much as they could. If they couldn't bear it, they would have to find a deserted place as soon as possible. If they couldn't find a place, it was very common for them to defecate in their pants.
Anyway, the premise of everything is that you must not expose yourself." Wen Sen's tone was very calm, as if he was talking about the good weather today.
Wen Sen said with sadness: "...In the past, our group of old brothers totaled hundreds. At that time, if the emperor wanted to get any information, all he had to do was give an order. The brothers have never let the emperor down. Not anymore.
More and more brothers died in the execution of their duties, and in the end only a few dozen of us were left. It is not as easy for the Emperor to get any news now..."
After saying this, Wen Sen had a faint look of shame on his face, as if he felt guilty for not being able to share the emperor's worries.
Fang Zheng opened his mouth in surprise. He now realized that these dozens of shadows under him were a valuable group of espionage talents. He had never paid much attention to them before, always thinking that they were just trying to get information.
Anyone can do it. Nowadays, it seems that being a spy is not easy.
Patting Wen Sen's shoulder, Fang Zheng said in a deep voice: "I have decided that from today on, our shadow brother's monthly salary will be doubled again. No, let's just make up a round number, ten taels of silver per month! Done!
The bonus after the mission is calculated separately, and will not be less than fifty taels, with no upper limit. If a brother dies in the line of duty, our shadow will be responsible for supporting his family throughout his life."
Wen Sen was overjoyed when he heard this. He bent his knees and was about to prostrate himself, but Fang Zheng held him back: "Don't make these false moves, I don't like it."
Wen Sen's eyes turned red with gratitude, and he choked with sobs: "Those old brothers in my subordinates would like to thank Master Fang for your kindness! The brothers have followed you because we have been blessed in our previous lives. Don't worry, sir. From now on, the shadow brothers will go through fire and water for you.
Where..."
"Come on, save your breath." Fang Zheng interrupted him with a smile, "Don't show your loyalty to me. I'll be satisfied if every errand is done. Tell me, how is the construction of our base outside the city?
"
Wen Sen smiled and said: "It's almost finished, and people can move in within ten days. Sir, do we have to start recruiting new people? The emperor is urging us very urgently."
Fang Zheng nodded and said: "Yes, you go and do this right away. The first batch of five hundred people will be selected. People from all walks of life will be selected. Remember, the family background must be clean. If you check the three generations, those who are not clean will be selected."
, no matter how good the qualifications are, we can't ask for them. Each of the old brothers will take ten apprentices and train these people quickly. I will find a good teacher to teach them fighting skills. If someone discovers them in the future, they can't just do it.
Wouldn't it be better to grease the soles of your feet so that you can take action to kill the enemy?"
Fang Zheng felt that the shadow could not just be developed into an agency for gathering intelligence. How would that be different from the beggar gang in martial arts novels? After all, the beggar gang also had the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon. He wanted to turn every member of the shadow agency into a spy agency.
The members are trained as ancient special forces, special talents with abilities such as lurking, spying, spying, stealing camps, and assassinations. If in the future, such a powerful force is in their hands, who will take to the streets to molest good women?
Can't you swallow your anger and accept the situation? If you dare to show your teeth, destroy him!
Wen Sengong claimed that it was so and wrote down Fang Zheng's instructions one by one.
"Hey, Lao Wen, do you have to treat me because of the salary increase?" After finishing the business, Fang Zheng suddenly asked with a smile...
Wen Sen was stunned, and then he immediately said with a knowing smile: "Of course, of course, Mr. Fang is interested in elegance. You can choose a place, and your subordinates will definitely serve you attentively..."
Fang Zheng rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then said in deep thought: "Well... Yao Yue's Bazhen Banquet was pretty good. I had it with Xiao Huaiyuan last time, and the total cost was just over a hundred taels of silver per table..."
"thump!"
"What’s wrong with you?"
Wen Sen wiped his sweat and forced a smile and said: "...Nothing, eight...eight delicacies banquet, no problem! I'll treat you to it!" Find a few old brothers who are familiar with each other to join in, and you should be able to afford it.
Fang Zheng glanced at Wen Sen: "I'm hopeless! Do I look like that shameless person who blackmails his subordinates? Go and call all the old brothers who are not on the mission. I'll invite you all to dinner tonight.
Bazhen Banquet, full of wine and meat, eat and drink freely, find a lady to accompany you and drink at your own expense."
Young Master Fang couldn't save any money, so when he had money, he wanted to spend it on things. Besides, establishing a good relationship with Shadow's old brothers was also very important for his future. With a few hundred taels of silver, he could host a few banquets and get closer.
The relationship between superiors and subordinates has bought people's hearts, so why not?
Pan Shangshu Mansion.
The night was deep, but the lamp was still lit in Pan Shangshu's study.
Lin Qingshan stood respectfully next to Pan Shangshu, with his head half bowed, and secretly observing the old Shangshu's expression from the corner of his eyes.
Pan Shangshu's expression was calm, and his turbid old eyes stared intently at the shaky oil lamp on the desk.
Lin Qingshan stretched out his hand and turned on the wick in the oil lamp a little. The whole study became much brighter, and Pan Shangshu's old face covered with wrinkles and age spots became more clearly visible.
The old minister is still old after all! Lin Qingshan sighed silently in his heart.
"How are you doing these days?" Pan Shangshu broke the silence and asked, very vaguely. Maybe subconsciously he disliked the word "rebellion". Although he was planning this matter intensively, he had been
I don't want to be too straightforward, as if I can get some comfort in this way, at least on the surface I can maintain the dignity of a "loyal minister", which is similar to a kind of deception mentality.
"Replying to the old man, I have recently secretly visited thirty-seven officials of the fourth rank and above who are leaning towards us in the court. I quietly tested their attitudes and found that there are twenty-eight people who are completely loyal to the old man. The remaining
The nine officials below are all vague and wavering."
Pan Shangshu stroked his beard and smiled conceitedly. He was not wrong. Half of the officials in the world came from his sect. So many officials in the Hua Dynasty today only know Master Pan, but do not know that there is an emperor. With such a strong gentry foundation,
Big things can be decided.
"What did those noble families say?" Pan Shangshu's smile quickly faded. It was not the time to laugh yet. The closer to success, the more dangerous it was.
Like all feudal dynasties, the Hua Dynasty had clear barriers to the ruling class. There were poor scholars who passed the imperial examination, there were also official families who had been officials for generations, and there were also some few but powerful aristocratic families. These aristocratic families usually
They behave in a low-key manner, maintain good relations with the rulers of the dynasty, and appear to be indifferent to the world. But whether in the court or among the people, their energy cannot be underestimated. In their prime, they immersed themselves in accumulating connections.
and wealth. In times of trouble, these aristocratic families are fully capable of rising up and making waves, gathering people into armies, and spying on artifacts.
What Pan Shangshu cares about most now is not the officials in the court who disobey him, but the nobles of the aristocratic families who usually look like wilting heads, but are capable of giving him a fatal blow at critical moments. Their attitudes determine his
Can you sit on that throne that everyone is crazy about?
"Returning to the old man, the attitudes of those aristocratic families are different. Some have nothing to do with it, some are watching indifferently, and some also say that it doesn't matter what the family name is, as long as it doesn't affect their family, they don't care."….
Looking at Pan Shangshu's hesitant expression, Lin Qingshan quickly added: "Don't worry, Sir, the people I have contacted are the core figures in these aristocratic families who can make trouble, and what I said is very cryptic and will never be leaked.
Fortunately, Mr. Lao has maintained a good relationship with them for many years, and many aristocratic families are very optimistic about Mr. Lao."
Pan Shangshu's expression became visibly relaxed, he half-leaned on the back of his chair, closed his eyes and fell asleep with satisfaction.
Lin Qingshan pursed his lips a few times and couldn't help but ask: "I don't know what the boss and the generals in the army are..."
"Haha, Qingshan, just take care of your own affairs. The other men have their own opinions." Pan Shangshu said with a smile without even opening his eyes.
Lin Qingshan responded respectfully. He understood that even though he was tied to the same boat as Mr. Lao, given Mr. Lao's character, he would never have any reservations about anyone, even his most trusted people.
Suddenly he opened his eyes, Pan Shangshu's old eyes were gleaming, and he asked in a deep voice: "What are the two princes and Fang Zheng doing these days?"
Lin Qingshan has always been curious, even though he is a prince, why would the boss pay so much attention to the movements of Fang Zheng, a jester in front of the emperor? He is just a pawn that has nothing to do with the overall situation. What is worthy of attention?
Disdainful in his heart, Lin Qingshan still said respectfully: "There is news from Xiao Huaiyuan that His Royal Highness has been busy preparing for the flower viewing party recently. He seems to be indifferent to worldly affairs and seems to be unaware of the current situation in Beijing. As for Fang Zheng,
My subordinates have sent people to keep an eye on him. This person cheats, cheats, eats, drinks and has fun every day. I really don’t know..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a "click" outside the window. Lin Qingshan stood up and shouted alertly: "Who is outside?"
Then there was the sound of dogs barking, and a group of patrolling guards beat gongs from far to near, shouting: "Catch the assassin!"
Lin Qingshan turned around and was shocked. The old man who usually kept his face calm even when the mountain collapsed was now like a habitual thief who was caught red-handed. His face was pale, dripping with cold sweat, and his muddy old eyes were full of terror.
With a look on his face, he murmured: "...Who? Who sent this person? Could it be that our conspiracy has been discovered by him? Something bad is going to happen, something is going to be bad..."
Then Pan Shangshu jumped up from the chair. He moved so quickly that he didn't look like a waning old man. He sternly ordered: "Quick! Quick! We must catch this person, life or death! Don't let him escape from the house."
Go!" At this time, Pan Shangshu was as hysterical as if he had gone crazy. His old eyes were bloodshot and wide open, just like a prisoner looking at the ghost-headed sword that was about to fall before execution, full of fear and despair.
Lin Qingshan's heart trembled. He knew that if what he had just discussed with the boss was leaked, it would cause great disaster. Without enough time to salute, Lin Qingshan hurriedly ran out of the study to arrange for the nursing home.
Pan Shangshu seemed to be paralyzed, sitting on the chair, his body trembling constantly, fear gradually enveloped his heart, he stared blankly at the oil lamp on the desk, the wick that had just been turned on, once it burned, the light gradually weakened.
, a slight night breeze suddenly blew outside, and the light, as small as a soybean, swayed for a few times, and finally couldn't resist the gentle breeze of the night wind and went out.
Pan Shangshu couldn't help but shiver in the dark, and suddenly he screamed. The scream echoed over Pan's house in the middle of the night, like a trapped animal in a cage, shrill and desperate.
At the same time, Young Master Fang was holding Wen Sen's shoulders, burping with wine and walking out of Yaoyue with satisfaction. Behind the two of them were more than thirty shadow subordinates, all of whom were shiny and looked like they had eaten and drank enough.
Even Zhao Feng'er, the only woman in the shadow, had a red face and looked like she had drank a lot.
The emotional exchanges with subordinates are very satisfactory and successful. In this era, it is not that if you give enough money, others will work hard for you. From ancient times to the present, in addition to the necessary profit drive, emotional investment between bosses and subordinates is
The most important thing is that the ancients have a saying: "A scholar will die for a confidant." If you, a confidant, don't make good relationships with others, you only know how to spend money, why should others die for you? For the money you spent.
Are you risking your life? How much is your life worth?….
Fang Zheng is a person who is very good at dealing with people. Today, he invited Yue to treat guests. He held a wine glass and toasted one by one. He asked their family members one by one what difficulties they had, what care they needed, and what life difficulties they could not solve.
Wait, a group of subordinates were so moved that their eyes turned red, and several of them couldn't help but burst into tears on the spot. They kept chanting that they had been blessed in their previous lives, and in this life they followed Mr. Fang who treated them so well...
Fang Zheng's drink finally made the shadows fall in love with him and become loyal to him for life.
But the sequelae were - Young Master Fang finally got drunk. He was very drunk, and he understood what it meant to win the loyalty of these people to him. After coming to this era for so long, he finally reached out and touched the real thing that belonged to him.
Although his power is currently shared with the emperor, he is confident that one day, sooner or later, it will be completely his.
"Old Wen... you, tell me, am I... handsome or not?" Fang Zheng asked with his tongue hanging out and the smell of alcohol coming from his mouth.
Wen Sen was also a little drunk. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "My lord is handsome, invincible in the world..."
Fang Zheng nodded in agreement and said distressedly: "Yes, my lord...is so handsome...how can other people live..."
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The two of them were supporting each other, and suddenly a shadow subordinate who was not drunk came forward quietly and said in a low voice: "Master Fang, there is someone following us, what should I do?"
Fang Zheng looked back and saw that a few feet away from them, a short man in civilian clothes was walking slowly behind them, staring at them with his eyes turning. Because the weather was getting colder at night,
The autumn wind was very cold, so the man wore a coarse cloth coat inside out to resist the oncoming cold wind.
When Fang Zheng heard that someone was following them, he became angry. Who are we? We are old experts who rely on tracking and snooping to make a living. Who is so ignorant that he dares to send someone to follow us? This is not selling articles in front of Confucius.
Guan Erye is showing off his sword in front of him. Should he charge water fees in front of the director of the water plant?
"Damn! Everyone... go up and arrest that... that bitch!" Young Master Fang, who had been drinking, didn't speak very politely, but everyone understood the meaning and immediately rushed up after hearing the words.
When the short man who was following them saw the group of people turning their heads at the same time, he knew something was wrong, so he immediately turned around and ran away. The shadows had just expressed their loyalty in front of their immediate superiors, and now it was the time to show their loyalty, so they turned around and ran away when they saw the short man.
, a large group of people started to chase him, shouting to stop while chasing him, just like the Hong Kong police in the previous life catching a thief, thinking that if he shouted to stop, he would really stop.
It was also because of the bad luck of the short man that he only looked at the pursuers behind him in a panic. Unexpectedly, a carriage came rushing towards him. The short man bumped into it without hesitation. His body involuntarily bounced back and fell heavily on the carriage.
On the ground, he passed out unconscious.
When Fang Zheng and Wen Sen caught up, they saw a car accident scene in front of them.
Seeing the unconscious boy lying in a strange posture, with his hands twisted behind his back and raised to the sky, but his head facing the ground, Fang Zheng and Wen Sen had drunk too much and couldn't see clearly for a while, but they didn't know who this person was.
It was because I deliberately wore my clothes inside out, thinking that my body had been deformed due to the impact.
After clicking his tongue twice, Wen Sen squatted down and sighed: "...What a serious car accident."
Fang Zheng also nodded and said: "Yes, my head hit the back."
Wen Sen tried his breathing and said, "Sir, he is still breathing... Let's help him turn his head right."
"Okay... come on, one, two, three! Work harder!" There was a "click" and he turned around.
"…………"
"Well, I'm not breathing anymore..."
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