Feng Jia was sweating profusely and said to Feng Xiaojia: "Do you think about it again, how much interest is there in total?"

Feng Xiaojia was also sweating profusely, and he was a little afraid to forget it.

He said to Feng Jia: "Father, I have never been able to settle accounts."

Feng Jia slapped the table in anger and shouted: "Forget it."

Feng Xiaojia was so scared that he trembled and then started to calculate.

He knew why his father was angry because the matter of borrowing money was proposed by Feng Xiaojia.

Now that he has to take the main responsibility.

Feng Xiaojia really doesn't know how to settle the score, but if he has to calculate the interest these days, he is almost forcing him to become a mathematician.

While settled the accounts, Feng Xiaojia tried hard to find an excuse for himself to vacate the crime.

He said to Feng Jia: "Father, although we owe a lot of money and have a lot of interest,... but we are not getting any benefits. Isn't this Wang Wu almost taken down?"

Feng Jia said, "You said that you are about to be taken down. Why is this Wang Wu so fond of such a big appetite? He is a small soldier, so he is so bold that he dares to ask for so much money."

"As he saw treasure carts being delivered to Wang Wu, he was about to become the fourth richest man in Xianyang City. What's going on?"

Feng Xiaojia said curiously: "The fourth richest man in Xianyang City? Who are the three richest men in front?"

Feng Jia said: "You don't know this? The first one is of course the exiled immortal Huai Guzi, the second one is Chunyu Yue, and the third one is Li Xin."

Feng Xiaojia said oh and said, "After a long time of trouble, everyone is a banished immortal."

Feng Jia was stunned and said quietly: "It seems that this is really the case."

Suddenly he came to his senses and said to Feng Xiaojia: "Don't interrupt me, tell me, what is the interest?"

Feng Xiaojia coughed dryly and said to Feng Jia: "Don't urge me, father, I'm still calculating. You know, I'm not very good at calculating."

In fact, Feng Xiaojia is very good at calculating the accounts, not to mention that this account has been settled hundreds of times.

He had already had a number. But the amount was very huge and he didn't dare to say it.

Feng Xiaojia began to change the topic again, and he said to Feng Jia: "Father, I think we have fallen into a misunderstanding."

Now Feng Jia is very sensitive to words such as "wrong" and "wrong".

He heard Feng Xiaojia say this and his eyes widen.

He asked quietly: "What do you mean?"

Feng Xiaojia said: "How much money did we give Wang Wu? That's thousands. Why did Wang Wu never let go? It's just that Mr. Fu Yao is also giving money."

"If we can't compete with each other, Wang Wu will enjoy the success and watch us increase the price bit bit by bit. So Wang Wu is not the most critical, the most critical is Mr. Fu Yao."

"If we can handle Mr. Fu Yao, then Wang Wu will naturally be fine."

Feng Jia nodded slowly: "Your words make sense, very reasonable."

He asked Feng Xiaojia: "How should we deal with Mr. Fu Yao in detail?"

Feng Xiaojia did point out a way, but this road is insurmountable.

Mr. Fu Yao, that is the current crown prince.

Bribery with money? People can’t spend all their money. Threat with force? What’s the difference between committing suicide directly?

Feng Xiaojia glared, but he really didn't know how to do it.

He comforted Feng Jia and said, "Father, the solution is something that people think of. Don't worry, think about it slowly."

Feng Jia was a little unhappy: Just think about it slowly, can you figure it out?

However, he only sighed and said nothing.

The father and son fell into an awkward silence.

At this time, Feng Xiaojia could no longer hold on and hesitated to tell the principal and interest figures.

Ninety thousand million yuan.

It is equivalent to Feng's money and all the property of his family.

If this money is returned, Feng's ancestral home and land will have another surname, which means that Feng's ancestral home will be extremely poor.

The cold sweat on Feng Jia's forehead suddenly fell down.

He whispered: "Although the master said he would bribe Wang Wu at all costs, the price seemed a bit too high."

Feng Xiaojia also began to wipe the cold sweat from his head. While wiping, he said carefully: "Yes, yes. It's a little bigger."

Feng Jia said: "Why do you spend the borrowed money so quickly? It doesn't feel at all."

Feng Xiaojia said: "Yes. I only remember that there was one car for jewellery transporting. We didn't see the money with our own eyes. It was like just a bunch of numbers and it was gone soon."

Feng Jia sighed and whispered: "You must not let others know about this."

"We have the order from our master to do whatever we can. The Feng clan also agreed with this. But this does not mean that we are safe."

"If things are done, they will naturally be happy and full of joy. Remember our achievements."

"If things are not done, we will be true sinners in their eyes."

Feng Xiaojia said: "But when can we be so arrogant?"

Feng Jia sighed: "At least, wait until the master comes back. Otherwise, those Feng clans can kill us directly."

Feng Xiaojia said: "Will we be safe when the master comes back?"

Feng Jia shook his head: "Even if the master comes back, we cannot be safe. However... the master at least knows how great the threat is from Wang Wu. What we do today is understandable."

Feng Xiaojia said: "Why don't we kill Wang Wu directly?"

Feng Jia frowned: "It's a bit too risky to kill someone in Xianyang City?"

Feng Xiaojia said: "Anyway, we are already on the dead end."

Feng Jia nodded and immediately sent some killers to kill Wang Wu.

As long as Wang Wu is killed, all the problems will be solved. The rest is how to get rid of the blame.

Wang Wu is no longer an ordinary Qin soldier, he is the author of Wang Wu’s diary.

If he was killed, Feng was the first suspect and the court would definitely come here to investigate.

By that time, Feng Jia and Feng Xiaojia will have to find a way to escape from the crime.

However, that's all for the future. Let's resolve the current crisis first.

A quarter of an hour later, the killers came back, with a look of shame on their faces.

Feng Jia's heart suddenly felt a sudden slap when he saw their faces.

"Not killed?" Feng Jia asked worriedly.

Those people nodded slowly and said distressedly: "No killing."

"Why?" Feng Jia was a little annoyed: "So many people can't kill an ordinary person?"

The killers said helplessly: "This Wang Wu has been rich recently and has hired many servants to protect the hospital. We have patrolled shifts for twelve hours a day, so we have no chance to start."

Feng Jia: "..."

Now he finally realized what it means to commit suicide and not to survive.

He looked at Feng Xiaojia and said, "You are a young man and have many ideas. Tell me, is there any way to solve the current problem?"

Feng Xiaojia frowned and thought for a while, then gave up helplessly.

At this time, two well-dressed craftsmen came in.

After they saw Feng Jia and Feng Xiaojia, they bowed their hands.

These two people are very polite, but neither Feng Jia nor Feng Xiaojia gave them a good face.

Because they knew what these two people were here to do: they wanted the account.

Feng Xiaojia stood up and said to the two craftsmen: "It's just the beginning of the moon, don't you have to be so anxious, right?"

The two craftsmen said repeatedly: "Don't worry, of course, there is no hurry. According to the regulations of the banished immortal money house, it is generally settled in the middle of the month."

Feng Xiaojia frowned and said, "Then what are you doing here so early?"

The two people said, "We just made some calculations for you in private, and found that the money in the mansion seemed a bit difficult. We were not able to make ends meet."

Feng Xiaojia didn't say anything.

Isn’t this nonsense? It really doesn’t make ends meet.

The two craftsmen whispered: "We also heard that you took out all this money to bribe Wang Wu in private?"

Feng Jia said annoyedly as if he was stepped on his tail: "Fuck, I'm..."

The craftsman waved his hand: "I know, you must have received Lord Feng's permission. But Lord Feng is still in the palace and has not come back. We guess, are you misunderstanding Lord Feng's meaning?"

Feng Jia was stunned.

The craftsman said: "Maybe, Lord Feng didn't want to spend so much money. Maybe, Lord Feng's plan is that if things can be done, they can spend as much money. If they can't do it, then...hehe..."
To be continued...