C13 The First Time He Discovered Ling Long's Cunning

Fu Tine deliberately changed the topic. She was really considering it. In her previous life, she did not know how to do business, and Fu Huaishan was also a master researcher. Other than knowledge, she did not know anything else, let alone how to earn money. In this life, he was still like this, the ancestors of the old teachers. In the days of the teacher's father, he became a little teacher.

The laws of Great Zhou were considered generous, and officials could even accept shop rental fees. However, business was not allowed. Some dynasties even had this as a serious crime. It could be seen that in ancient times, the Emperor valued the collusion between officials and merchants very much. Fortunately, this boss opened a chess club, and the style of his business was considered to be on the sideline. He could still meet him, or else he wouldn't even dare to let him in.

Besides, the social hierarchy of slaves was extremely harsh. The royal family, the royal family, the high-ranking officials, the Shuxiang family, the royal family, the royal family, the royal family, the royal family, the royal family, the royal family, the royal family, the royal family, the royal family, and the royal family. He was an official, a merchant, a peddler, a farmer slave, and a firework actress. It was clear at a glance. Fu Tine wanted a lot of money? Sure. In the future, after becoming an official, she would collude with merchants, take bribes, and be a corrupt official.

After that, he really did not dare to dream of making money.

The boss of the Chess Club had also seen the situation, but only after entering the Censorate did he know what the rules of the Marquisate were. At this moment, he was led to a small, beautiful room in the Little Warm Pavilion. The golden child in the middle had red lips and white teeth. It was many times better than when he was seen in the chess club. He could not help but wonder in his heart: What horse with what saddle? Bah, what can you compare with it? Such a noble and beautiful person should be sitting in such a noble house.

He knew that he had been teased by Young Master Fu, but he wasn't angry at all. Not only was he not angry, but he was also happy in his heart. He happily thought that his ancestors had accumulated good fortune and talked to a deity like person. The Chess Hall had served him twice, and now he was standing with the Little Divinity Immortal Estate.

He heard another shout, "Look at the tea." When he saw that the tea bowl with fine porcelain was placed beside him, he didn't dare to truly stretch out his hand, afraid that it would dirty the items in Little God Immortal's home.

"He's still standing?" Fu Tine did not know what the people standing below were thinking. She only cared about arranging herself enough, "Big Autumn, bring a block over." She stretched out her hand and slapped Second Winter's paw. "A servant who doesn't have eyes. Boss, you are older and you don't remind me to sit."

The boss of the chess club quickly said that it was fine, so he sat down with his butt tilted. "If Master agrees to this game, it will be considered as the glory of the chess club. After this game is played, it will be up to the boss to decide. " He understood that Young Master Fu never rewarded him for winning every game. He thought that it was because his family was too strict on how to spend money that he thought of this.

Previously, the boss had mentioned that the game was placed in the Willow Dao Workshop, and he had also counted who he had invited to watch the game. Fu Tine already knew that the gimmick was a seven-year-old child and understood that winning or losing did not prevent this fellow from struggling for money. She gave a look to Second Winter by the side and went over to take a look at Fu Jiang's words seriously. She ignored him.

Only then did Second Dong receive a slap. He understood that it wasn't that the young master didn't blame himself for not reminding him. He was waiting for this to happen. Thus, he took the teacup and handed it to the boss of the chess club. "Seeing that winter is the birthday of my young master when he is eight, the old master tried his best to find some new toys. But my little ancestor doesn't love it. "

"That's right, that's right." The boss carefully held the tea and rolled his eyes. "The earl has never seen anything new. I'm afraid there are a few stars in the sky."

"Puchi -" By the side, Fat'er, who was focused on sharpening the ink, could not help but say, "Let's not talk about the stars. Even if it is the moon, my eldest son does not care about it."

Beside her, Gui Er also stopped peeling peanuts. "What a coincidence. When we visited the Glass Factory the other day, Zhou Chang Fu, that profiteer, took out two unpopular paintings..."

Usually, these servants would not dare to speak too much when they were treating guests. At this time, Ziming had put on a show that the Young Master wanted to protect his reputation. If the servant could not see through this idea, he would not be qualified to stay in this house. It was time to go down.

The boss was shocked in his heart. Everything else was fine, except for the paintings of the Glass Factory...

If the young master of the residence took a fancy to it, he would not be able to get it even if he went bankrupt. His butt, which was originally half sitting, became even more unstable. His voice trembled as his hand shook the tea bowl. The sound of the tea bowl clinking could be heard: "Only, I wonder which master is the one who created it?"

Seeing that this momentum was already enough, Second Winter was afraid that he would scare people into breaking his family's private property. He hurriedly took back the tea that he had not taken a sip of: "Have you heard of Zhang Qian, have you? There is only one person like him. Those two paintings hooked the soul of my young master. " The poor chess club owner took a sip of the best tea in his hand. The fragrance had yet to be smelled, but it disappeared again.

"Who is it? Who is Zhang Qian?" The boss finally regained his spirit in one breath, and he had a better idea of what was going on. It was true that a young master painter like that would cost two hundred taels of silver. If he were to go, he would definitely be able to get back twenty taels of silver.

This time was different from the past. Fu Tine had come to gamble on her own in the past and only wanted to win the lottery. But now, she was invited to set up a game. The chess club also received an additional silver. The exit fee had to be sent to the residence first. This was the rule.

After entering the Imperial Censor's residence, the boss of the chess club felt his bones lighten a few times. Once the matter was settled, he happily bade farewell and headed straight for the Glazed Tile Factory. Upon hearing Zhou Changfu's words, he immediately bought two paintings after negotiating the price. The next day, he sent the paintings to the Censorate and did not need a detailed watch.

They only said that the servants in this room were all laughing and the Qiu Dynasty was even more shameless. They copied the trembling appearance of the chess club owner and made Fu Tine rub her stomach and scream in pain. Only then did she rest.