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He listened to Fan Sizhe proudly and said: "This is just a small amount of money. After earning this, my brother will write another seventy or eighty chapters. This cannot be sold at a glance. He has to carefully review it, make a rare copy, and then auction it all privately. The higher the price, whoever wants to see the end first, whoever wants to see if many girls marry Bao Erye, have to take out the money first."

Fan Xian twisted his ear and cursed: "Miss Duo and Master Bao Er have nothing to do with you! You guys have never even read the book, just want to sell it!"

Fan Sizhe said aggrievedly: "The book you bought on the street yesterday, I asked my sister to read it after returning home, but... I read dozens of words and felt very boring, so I was sleepy." The young master of the Fan family, who was obsessed with money, really didn't understand why the women in Kyoto liked this tasteless thing like crazy.

"Okay, I won't compete with you for this." Fan Xian said helplessly: "It's just that these matters are complicated. You are a little kid who wants to go to school and study. Where can I get the time to do this? Let's wait a few years before talking about it."

"How many years later? The rosy cauliflower is cold." Fan Sizhe screamed in shock.

"What else would you do? After all, you are a child of the Fan family. If you really show up in business, how can you hide this from Aunt Liu and her father? Be careful that they will tear you apart."

Fan Sizhe said in great pain: "Yes, so I decided to borrow a shopkeeper from Qingyutang, so I had to hide behind the scenes."

Fan Xian was really surprised. In addition to being arrogant and unreasonable, the young man in front of him was so talented in doing business. He thought of this trick of a professional manager. With his mind stirred up, he dripped the three words "Qing Yu Tang" intentionally or unintentionally.

Seeing that the little guy had settled, he sighed and took out the silver notes he had accumulated over the years from his arms, plus his sister's filial piety to him, handed them over, and told him to take it slowly and discuss with the few purses in the mansion first. It would be a big deal to raise those people without any use.

Fan Sizhe counted with a smile and found that this brother was quite rich. With the ones he had saved, the first start-up capital should be almost the same.

Fan Xian no longer said anything else, but just reminded carefully: "If you want to go to the upper-level relationship and suppress the lower-level good people, you have to give others some benefits in addition to relying on your father's name."

"What are you talking about brother?" Fan Sizhe said viciously: "The bribe is of course to be given. If you become a high-ranking official in the future, there will always be the day when they will vomit back."

Fan Xian almost fell out and quickly pushed the door and walked away. In the past, he always felt that the silver banknotes also had a different fragrance. Today, he realized that the smell of copper smell was indeed awesome.

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It was just noon, and the sun was so bright that the trees on both sides of the road were depressed and hung weakly, unable to give the poor pedestrians some comfort and cover.

Fan Xian held a bowl of sour plum soup on the side of the road and sipped it in small sips. He knew that drinking too quickly would not quench his thirst, and his stomach would not be able to bear it. He was puzzled by listening to the noise of "cilia, cicada" on the tree next to him. What month has it been? Spring has not yet passed, so why did it come to plug it in this summer?

The Qing Temple in the distance looks particularly solemn under the sun, drying out some of the original clear air. The black round eaves reflect the sunlight, and the picture feels very sacred.

Today's Qing Temple is more lively than yesterday. From time to time, people come in to visit and pray for blessings. Fan Xian was a little curious. Why was it so deserted when he went there yesterday? Naturally, he didn't know that when the noble man had been free for half a day yesterday, there were already guards on both sides of the road. The reason why he was able to walk to the door and fight against the master was entirely due to someone's secret indulgence.

Wu Zhu really indulged him, indulged him in drinking, and indulged him insulting him indiscriminately. Even if he wanted to go to the temple to see, Wu Zhu could even knock so many guards out for such a small problem.

Fan Xian didn't know how big a fuck he actually caused yesterday, but fortunately he sat leisurely on the long bench drinking sour plum soup, crossed his legs, and waited for the girl.

In a room very close to Qing Temple, the sun could not penetrate the house, so it seemed a little dark and cool. Gong Dian sat coldly on the chair, conditioning his inner breath and allowing himself to enter the best state.

Last night he was late, but he didn't return home early this morning, but came to Qing Temple again. Because after thinking about it, he always felt that the boy appeared strangely yesterday. The little boys under him were knocked unconscious by a master at the same time. What kind of relationship does the boy have with him entering Qing Temple?

For some reason, Gong Dian always felt that the young man would definitely come here again today, and maybe that peerless master who doesn't know his appearance would also come here.

This is a master's intuition. Although it is not necessarily accurate, it is worth a bet. But the damn eunuch Hong didn't believe his judgment at all. He just investigated it inside the guards and had to come alone.

Gong Dian sat quietly in the house, his eyes passing through the extremely narrow gap downstairs of the window, and looked coldly at the entrance of the Qing Temple.

Outside, Fan Xian finally couldn't stand the exposure of the sun, and drank the soup in his cup in one gulp..., unbuttoned the two cloth buckles on his neck, stretched out his tongue and walked towards Qingmiao.

Fan Xian's footsteps are getting closer and closer to Qing Temple.

Gong Dian seemed to hear something and frowned slightly.

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In the sunshine, Fan Xian's feet fell on the bluestone slab and felt a little hot. He seemed to hate this feeling a little and took back his feet.

Then he tied the cloth buckle on his chest, turned around with a smile, returned to the stall selling sour plum soup and ordered another bowl, then slowly drank it, then walked away from Qing Temple, and waited for the carriage waiting at the street entrance before he let out a sigh and shouted: "Go back home quickly!"

Fujiko Kyo looked at him curiously and found that there was no expression on the eldest young master's face.

Fan Xian sat in the carriage, turned around and lifted the back curtain and looked towards the direction of Qing Temple, frowned, wondering why Uncle Wu Zhu sent a message to let him leave, and even more wondering who was waiting for him there.

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Gong Dian looked in front of him with a cold face, and heard the footsteps in his ears, and he was about to get up as soon as he shone in his eyes, but he felt a gust of cold wind blowing behind him, and his neck was cold.

In late spring, the weather is hotter than the heat, but Gongdian drips a drop of cold sweat.
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