Chapter 3 The Richest Man in Huai'an Is Black-Hearted

Breeze blowing.

Zhuang Ming sat in a wheelchair.

Yin Ming pushed behind.

When he needs to do something in front of people, he will give orders to Qian Yang and Yin Ming to create a false appearance and confuse outsiders.

But when he was alone, he could drive these two ancient corpses with just a single thought.

At the moment, besides Qian Yang and Yin Ming, his personal maid is following behind.

The girl's name is Shuang Ling, she is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a beautiful face.

There are dozens of maidservants in the Zhuang Mansion, and there is another reason for this girl to be his personal maid.

She was not a maid bought by the family for a few taels of silver, but she was rescued from the snowy road to Xuancheng during the winter snow disaster three years ago.

At that time, she was only twelve or thirteen years old, suffering from hunger and cold, her face was sallow and thin, and she was dirty all over. Now she is a graceful, caring, gentle and considerate girl.

"Shuang Ling, do you remember what I taught you before?"

"I have written it all down. I have also carefully read the meaning you marked."

"You have always been clever, and you have a good memory."

Zhuang Ming said slowly: "What I teach you, you have to understand carefully, it will be of great use in the future."

Shuang Ling nodded vigorously, hummed, and said, "You taught me that learning without thinking will lead to death, and thinking without learning will lead to death. I have never forgotten it."

Zhuang Ming nodded slightly, and said, "I'm going out in the afternoon, and I'll be back before the sun goes down. You can prepare the medicinal bath for me tonight."

Frost Spirit responded.

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East of Fengcheng, Bailing Lake.

Today, on the second day of February, according to local customs in Fengcheng, there will be a grand event in Bailing Lake.

Zhuang Ming had spent two months of hard work in deciding on the major event in Fengcheng at the beginning, and he was also quite tired, so he wanted to take a break.

So he, Qian Yang, Yin Ming, and Guan Shi drove a carriage to Bailing Lake.

At the same time, on the way, I met a scholar and bought an ancient book.

"This man's name is Fang Yi. His grandfather was once a scholar with some talent and learning, but he died of illness at the age of thirty-six. His father was young at the time, and his qualifications were dull and illiterate. After his grandfather died, his family became more and more poor. Poor, he can only move to the eastern suburbs and hunt for a living. After Fang Yi's generation, although he has some talent, it is still limited."

Guanshi Sun said beside him: "Although Fang Yi can read and write, he is not knowledgeable enough. He failed many exams and failed the exams. Now his family is poor, so he wants to sell an ancient book that his grandfather got by chance to Zhuang's firm."

Zhuang Ming sat on the carriage, felt the bumps of the road, closed his eyes slightly, as if taking a nap.

But he heard what Guanshi Sun said.

"Since that's the case, after the inspection, you can buy it according to the price, so what happened?"

"My lord, this man is greedy." Guanshi Sun was a little annoyed, and said, "At the beginning, he only wanted five liang of silver. Later, when he heard that you loved antiques, he asked for twenty taels of silver. The old slave wanted to kick him out, but that The ancient book seems to be quite old, and the old slave has read two pages, and the writing skills are not bad, but the old slave's eyesight is clumsy, so I don't know its value..."

"Well, that's fine."

Zhuang Ming looked indifferent, and said: "I have nothing to do in my free time, maybe I haven't come to the east to enjoy the scenery for a long time, just take a look along the way."

Steward Sun responded, "Fang Yi is already waiting at the gazebo in front of Bailing Lake."

Zhuang Ming responded, but didn't speak again.

It was rumored that he loved ancient objects, especially ancient books, and it was he who instructed his subordinates to take the initiative to spread the word.

In the past six years, he has expanded his business, strengthened his power, amassed wealth, recruited manpower, and sought all kinds of natural and earthly treasures, rare and exotic objects, including various ancient books.

Within the Dongsheng Dynasty, in the mortal world, although practitioners were rare, some ancient books and fragments left in the mortal world were not all dross, and there were many mysteries.

It's just a pity that most of the inheritance among mortals is basically incomplete.

Occasionally, I can see the whole book of Taoism, but it is also a work with a shallow foundation.

However, for him, although these fragments of ancient books are not systematic, they may not be without the effect of inference.

Most importantly, for him, what can be bought with silver taels is not a high price.

"There are countless collections in ancient times. I wonder if there is a way to restore the dantian?"

"Is there a way to raise magical birds and beasts so that I can find a way to benefit the growth of young dragons?"

"Although it is suspected of finding a needle in a haystack, the cost is not heavy, and it can be regarded as leaving a slim hope."

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under the gazebo.

A young man named Fang Yi, in his twenties, was wearing a shabby white shirt that was washed yellow, holding a booklet in his hand, looking nervous and cramped.

Seeing a carriage slowly approaching in the distance, and there were two guards beside him, he remembered the nobleman's advice and the conversation skills that allowed him to exchange more silver taels, but he became even more nervous at the moment.

"In the car...is Mr. Thirteen?"

"parking."

The carriage stopped and the curtains were raised.

There was a person inside, looking out from the car window.

Fang Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he vaguely saw that it was a young man about his own age, but his delicate face was pale and weak, with a cold expression.

At this moment, Fang Yi suddenly felt a bitterness in his heart.

The two are about the same age, but have different fates. The other started from scratch, and now he is the richest man in the Sixteen Mansions of Huai'an, but he is just a poor scholar who relies on selling ancient books from his ancestors.

"Sun Guanshi said, the ancient book in your hand is asking for twenty taels?"

"That's right." Fang Yi said, "This is handed down from my ancestors, and I got it by chance back then. It's the only volume."

"If you want to sell at a high price, it depends on whether it's worth it or not." Zhuang Ming said slowly, "I'll take a look first, and flip through two pages, what do you think?"

"As it should be."

Fang Yi stepped forward and handed it over.

Yin Ming stepped forward to take it and put it in the car.

Zhuang Ming stretched out his hand to take it, turned five or six pages, glanced roughly, focused his eyes slightly, then closed it immediately, and said lightly: "Sun Guanshi, take twenty taels of silver and give it to this brother of the Fang family."

Steward Sun showed a look of surprise on his face, he did not expect that the young master agreed to the price of twenty taels of silver in less than three breaths after the ancient book was delivered to the young master.

"slow……"

However, at this moment, Fang Yi suddenly made a sound.

Zhuang Ming frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the car, and looked through the small window.

On Fang Yi's face, there was obviously a nervous expression, but a ray of greed flashed in his eyes.

"I want fifty taels!"

"You are so courageous!" Guanshi Sun said angrily, "You're raising prices again? You are so greedy!"

"Twenty taels is the previous price." Fang Yi gritted his teeth slightly, and said, "This is a treasure left by my ancestors. If there is no fifty taels, I will never sell it! Mr. Shisan is so rich that the country is invincible. Could it be that this little silver is sold out?" Sorry?"

"Of course I can afford it." Zhuang Ming handed out the ancient book, put down the curtain of the car, and said calmly: "Don't say fifty taels, even five hundred taels, to me, it's just a small amount of money, but...I don't I would like to be treated like a fat sheep and cut as many knives as I want."

"You..." Fang Yi panicked, feeling as if he was lifting a rock to shoot himself in the foot.

"Sun Guanshi, take twenty taels, if he is willing, he can make a deal, if he doesn't want to, then let it be." Zhuang Ming's voice came from inside the car, and said again: "Yin Ming, let's go. "

"etc……"

Fang Yi hurriedly told him to stop, he was just greedy for profit and always wanted to raise the price, but to be honest, apart from Mr. Thirteen, who has a lot of money and loves ancient books, I am afraid that there is no one in the entire Dongsheng Dynasty. I am willing to spend dozens of taels of silver to buy this ancient book of his.

Yin Ming continued to drive on the horse.

Zhuang Ming didn't pay much attention to it.

He came this time mainly to relax, passing the gazebo, just taking a look along the way.

It is enough to leave things here to Steward Sun.

However, at this moment.

From the direction of Bailing Lake, a group of people came.

Zhuang Ming in the car, separated by the car curtain, stared slightly.

But Yin Ming stopped.

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"Fifty taels of silver is not too much."

There were six people who came, the first one was about forty years old, he looked like a steward, and the others were all dressed as servants.

The steward laughed and said, "Mr. Shisan is so rich that he can't even get fifty taels of silver. It's really ridiculous... To you, fifty taels of silver must not even count as a drop in the bucket, but Here, it is a great fortune to get out of poverty."

Zhuang Ming didn't speak.

Yin Ming also remained silent.

Guanshi Sun showed anger, and scolded: "Which family are you from, how dare you be so rude and disrespectful to my son?"

The steward said slowly: "The Song family in Xuancheng also came here on order to buy an ancient book with a lot of money. My master asked me to bring one hundred taels of silver."

The young man named Fang Yi suddenly showed ecstasy.

Steward Sun's expression suddenly became extremely ugly.

Zhuang Ming sat in the car with his usual expression.

"One hundred taels of silver. I want this ancient book from the Song family."

The manager of the Song family looked at the young man named Fang Yi, and said with a smile, "Are you selling it or not?"

Fang Yi's face changed slightly, but he didn't say anything immediately, but looked at the carriage.

Mr. Shisan is the richest person in the Sixteenth Mansion of Huai'an.

For such a person, one hundred taels of silver is nothing.

Now the members of the Song family paid a hundred taels of silver to buy ancient books, obviously it was a disgrace to Mister Shisan.

And in front is Bailing Lake, and all the people of some status in Fengcheng are there, and many people frequently cast their eyes on this place at this time.

As an upper-level person in the Sixteenth Mansion of Huai'an, reputation and face are naturally extremely important. Presumably Mr. Shisan will feel angry and want to regain his face and raise the price.

But at this moment, a flat voice came from inside the car.

"Yin Ming, it's time to go back."

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Yin Ming patted the horse.

The carriage moved slowly.

In the eyes of Fang Yi, the steward of the Song family and others who were extremely astonished, they gradually faded away.

The atmosphere in the arena was slightly silent.

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"My lord, the Song family is too deceptive, they..."

Steward Sun's face was full of anger and unwillingness.

However, before he finished speaking, Zhuang Ming's voice was calm and he spoke slowly.

"Qianyang, bring back the ancient books and clean up the corpse."