Regardless of whether Fan Xian was willing or not, the people who congratulated him came in one after another. Perhaps it was because he found a rare opportunity to get closer to Mr. Fan, or maybe he knew that the emperor had already appointed Fan Xian as the Xieluang of Taichang Temple and had a close marriage with someone in the palace, so officials from various departments gave him enough face and sent their subordinates to congratulate him. Even the royal palaces and dukes sent people to send gifts. There were sedan chairs on Dongchuan Road, and the sound of singing gifts were everywhere, and gift boxes were almost piled up throughout the entire convention room.

The crowd on the street was amazed and thought that it was just a bookstore, but it was actually a mess. Mr. Fan, who was both civil and military, was indeed not an ordinary person. The biggest benefit of the scene at the opening was that from then on, the Danbo Bookstore was not troubled by people in the underground world, and there were very few official problems.

Fan Xian looked at the situation calmly and bowed to the visitors, knowing that most of them were still for the sake of their father's face. Fortunately, the bookstore was too cramped and the visitors were not very famous. He just gave a brief remark and explained which one was from, so he left. After these people left, they were still a little suspicious about why the dignified Fan Mansion had to do business. You must know that merchants are always a job that is not very well-known.

At this moment, Prince Jing Li Hongcheng finally came. People who knew his identity on the street saluted one after another. He replied with a gentle face, without any arrogance of the royal relatives, and his face was like spring breeze, very elegant. Seeing him heading into the store, some passers-by said curiously: "This Danbo Bookstore has a great face."

"The Prince Jing's Mansion and the Fan family have always had a good relationship, don't you know?"

When Fan Xian saw him coming, his heart moved slightly. Such a gentle person like the spring breeze, but he was willing to run for the second prince. What kind of person should the second prince be? He smiled and shook his head, driving all these things out of his mind. He welcomed him out of the store - he still wanted to have a simpler friend relationship with Li Hongcheng.

The two entered the quiet room behind, Li Hongcheng looked at the decorations around and sighed: "It seems that he has really invested a lot of money."

"I only took more than 1,700 taels." Fan Xian poured him a cup of tea and said, "A small business cannot get into the eyes of the prince."

Li Hongcheng took the tea and waved his head and said, "You Fan family can make money the most. This is something that all officials in the court know, but Lord Si Nanbo is making money and managing finances for the court. You are making money for yourself. These two sides are different."

Fan Xian smiled and said, "If you earn money, you always have to pay taxes to the court. Even if you get it, you can't always put it in your hands and rust. If you take it out and use it, you will take care of other people's business. If others have a good business, the court will have more taxes. So no matter where you do business, as long as you can make money, the money will always come to the hands of the court and finally the people."

Li Hongcheng was a little confused, but seemed to understand it. He exclaimed: "A few words seemed to tell the truth. The court has always respected agriculture and suppressed commerce. I am still wondering why you chose this business. Did you have no intention of career? It turns out that this is the case."

Fan Xian felt embarrassed and thought that when he was not sick in his previous life, he could only take the last place in the political economy. He just talked casually, why did it become a truth? He stopped quickly and changed the topic: "I can do it, what kind of career is not a career? I only wrote two wrong poems. Next year's big comparison, I am going to be a deserter."

Li Hongcheng, who had been troubled by Fan Xian's character for a long time, finally used a fan in front of him, constantly slapping the wind at his neck, and said funny: "If you are writing a wrong poem, will you let those people in the Taixue live? Look, how many students who came to visit Poet Fan just now, if it weren't for your family's servants to block it, I'm afraid you won't be quiet at this time."

Fan Xian said with a sad face: "Some of those students from Imperial College are old enough to be my grandfathers, and they even shout at students one by one. I really can't stand it."

Li Hongcheng laughed loudly, pointed at him with a fan and said, "Looking at your face full of sorrow, but what you said is so cramped. You, you, what an interesting person."

Fan Xian rolled his eyes and thought to himself what he was interested in. He asked, "I'm sorry for the words written by the prince this time. When will I take me to the palace to thank the old man?" Li Hongcheng was stunned, and then he remembered that the boy in front of him had no idea that his father had met him. With a smile, he did not point out this. He was going to see the joke of the boy in the Fan family in the future: "You can go when you want to go, and there is no need to say anything to me."

Prince Jing Li Hongcheng always felt that Fan Xian in front of him seemed to be much more mature than the age of sixteen or seventeen. He was not afraid of favors and disgraces, but at least he was extremely calm. He had always wanted to break the other party's calmness, and suddenly clapped his hands and said, "By the way, I forgot to congratulate Brother Fan Shi."

Fan Xian was stunned, not knowing that He Xizhi was.

Li Hongcheng stood up and said, "Congratulations to Brother Shi for taking the responsibilities of Xielulang of Taichang Temple. The joyful bird shouted at the door, so I have to ask for a few more meals."

Fan Xian smiled: "So this is the matter, you should have known it a long time ago."

"In the past, it was just a rumor in the palace, but it was not done to the point, so it naturally didn't count." Li Hongcheng thought of what he suddenly frowned. At this time, he suddenly thought of Yichun. The second prince and he always thought that even if the Fan family did not favor him, they would not stand on the side of the prince, but they seemed to have overlooked a very important issue. After Fan Xian got married, his wife was the prime minister's illegitimate daughter, so it was hard to guarantee that she would not... slowly turned to that side.

So he suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Lili Si is going to take him back to Beijing. Maybe he can find out who is the person who colluded with Northern Qi."

Fan Xian never thought that the other party had thought about so many things in this blink of an eye. He was slightly stunned, and then said with a wry smile: "I am just a little ant, I just want these noble people in the court to ignore me."

Li Hongcheng glanced at him, knowing that the other party's words were not true, but he didn't point it out, and said with a smile: "Anyway, it's the same as when beating Guo Baokun. If there is anything I need to take action, don't be polite."

"That's natural." Fan Xian responded, but then he thought about it and said another thing, "I plan to open a tofu shop in the south of the city. Are you interested in investing in it?"

Li Hongcheng was drinking tea and almost swallowed the tea bowl. He tidied up his clothes in a mess and said angrily: "How much money can a tofu shop make? The bookstore is at least a book-flavored money, but that's sour money."

Fan Xian smiled and ignored him. He thought that when he sent the newly squeezed soy milk to the palace, you can talk about it. When he was in Danzhou, he ate a lot of tofu, but due to different eating habits at the beach, he rarely drank soy milk. After drinking it several times after coming to Kyoto, he always felt that there was too much scum and didn't know if it was a craftsmanship or something, so he decided to improve it.

At dusk, after school, Fan Sizhe finally sneaked in along the back door. After being taught by Fan Xian last time, he taught the students in the same school a lesson. He felt very good, so he didn't think it was a hard work to go to school. But today, a bookstore opened, and this was all done by himself from the site selection to the paper selection, from the inquiry of the shopkeeper to the price of the book. He couldn't help but be nervous, so he came here early.

As soon as he entered the bookstore, he sighed for a moment and didn't see the grand scene during the day, and then he went into the tent. Fan Xian was drinking tea and waiting for him. After a while, Fan Sizhe walked out with confusion and innocent face.

Fan Xian asked in shock: "What happened?"

Fan Sizhe stumbled for a long time, finally calmed down in one breath and cursed: "I earned too much more than we thought!"

"Ah? Is that right?" Fan Xian thought that he could open the door on the first day and that some business would be good. However, he thought of this. After taking the account book handed over by his younger brother, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart. Not to mention the detailed proofreading version of the stone story, he sold more than 80 sets. Even the scholars who asked Wan Songtang to serve on behalf of the Indi classics, history and books were bought by scholars who were watching the fun.

Fan Xian calculated with his fingers and thought... doing business is really a very fulfilling thing.

"It opens today. There are many people who are intimate with our family to support us. Naturally, there will be no such good things in the future." Fan Xian looked at Fan Sizhe, whose eyes turned into copper coins, and reminded him carefully.

Fan Sizhe swallowed and turned his envious eyes to his brother: "Brother, I know. It's just that you can sit in the bookstore every day, but I can only hide. I really envy you."

Fan Xian laughed and said, "Do you like being a businessman so much? Your father's title is still waiting for you to inherit. Study hard. In the future, the entire court's money may be yours."

"That's what you have to be the Minister of Revenue." Fan Sizhe said with a gloomy face: "My father was born in Tanhua and is still just a minister. The old minister has been lying in bed for several years, and the court has not let his father take it. I... at most I can donate a fortune, and this road is probably not going to be done."

Fan Xian looked at his younger brother in surprise. Suddenly, although this little guy had many bad things, he was unexpectedly smart in his own eyes. After thinking about it, he said, "If you like to do business, do it. I will talk about my father."

Fan Sizhe was overjoyed and suddenly said with a frown: "But what should I do with my mother?"
Chapter completed!