Seeing Zhang Zijing's face full of confusion, Lin Ran sighed slightly.

"Young Master Zhang, it's really a coincidence. In a few days, Wang Kangte of Langya will take Princess Zhaoqing back to Chang'an to visit his relatives."

"The married princess is back, so naturally she can't go back to the palace to live. So, now the emperor is considering how to repair a few free houses for the princess to live in. So, even if I want to sell them to you, I don't dare."

This reason was originally made up by Lin Ran, but it sounds like it is seamless and reasonable.

Zhang Zijing was a little silent. He was naturally unwilling to exchange for this for more than 10,000 taels of silver.

Looking at his expression, Lin Ran understood his thoughts and continued, "Young Master Zhang, don't worry. I have a few free houses here. You can check it secretly first. Which one you like, and tell me, if the emperor doesn't choose it, then I, Lin Ran, promised that I will sell it to Youth Master Zhang as soon as possible."

There is no way to do this.

Zhang Zijing felt helpless, but he still had to smile on his face.

"So, Lord Laulin has troubled me."

Lin Ran asked his servants to come over, and took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote the addresses of several houses and handed them over to Zhang Zijing.

Zhang Zijing left with great gratitude.

Over there, Lin Ning came over carefully.

"Master, this Zhang family is a piece of fat. We can't just let him go."

Lin Ran shook his head, "We have more important things to do, and now we can't take care of it."

He paused, then looked at Boyuantie.

"Bring this picture with you, go to Yang Qunsheng and ask what price you can offer.

As long as it is not too outrageous, sell it to him.”

"Master, this is the original work. It's hard to find a fortune. Why are you?" Lin Ning was a little surprised.

"What do you know? The cost of our business is huge. At this time, I want to sell my Lin Mansion to Zhang Zijing for silver."

Lin Ran looked out the window with a firm look on his face.

"well."

Lin Ning sighed silently in his heart, is this worth it?

Although he was unwilling to give up, he had to do what the master ordered.

Early the next morning, Lin Ning carefully hugged Boyuantie.

Go straight to Qunshengju.

Making a lot yesterday made Yang Qunsheng in a good mood, and he was greedy for a few drinks last night.

So, it's particularly late today.

Before Lao Zhao could remove the door panel, Lin Ning walked in.

Lao Zhao still knew the great butler of the Minister of Revenue.

Hurry up to meet him.

"Oh, Butler Lin, I have lost my wishes, atonement, atonement."

Lin Ning nodded, responded, and asked in a deep voice: "Where is Yang Qunsheng?" Old Zhao was so old that when he saw Lin Ning, he asked his boss, and he must be coming to sell things.

He bowed his hand and said with a smile: "I was drunk yesterday and I was still asleep."

"Go and call him to see me."

Lin Ning said and sat down on the chair.

Easy to use, he put the wooden box that Boyuan posted on the table.

Old Zhao looked at him and looked familiar.

Oh, isn’t this Boyuan post I just sold yesterday?

Lao Zhao hurriedly agreed and ran to the backyard.

Yang Qunsheng's shop is famous and often has officials who ask for the price when they take items. Generally, Yang Qunsheng will avoid it.

Because the items these people brought are of varying quality, and the prices given are not suitable for the price they give are high or low.
Chapter completed!