Murong Fu carefully followed the words taught to him by Yang Gui, shared the same hatred with the enemy, analyzed the situation, and elaborated on the pros and cons.

Fortunately, the situation was good. Mr. Chai nodded and agreed with Murong Fu's statement, allowing him to stay in the village for a while and transport money and supplies by himself, so as to promote the alliance between the Chai family and the Murong family.

Murong Fu's back was soaked when he walked out. He always acted like a man in the world, and rarely did he open his mouth to lobby like this.

"Mr. Yang, it seems that Mr. Chai is really optimistic about the restoration of the Yan Dynasty." Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment in his heart. If he could get money and food today, he would be able to successfully restore the country tomorrow.

"I don't think so..."

Yang Gui raised his eyebrows toward the hall.

I saw a long queue of diners at Chaijiazhuang, winding all the way from the main hall to the entrance of the village. There were still many people standing on tiptoe to look at it, as if they wanted to rush to the front as quickly as possible.

These people were not as cautious as Murong Fu. They just opened the door and expressed their demands. At this time, a group of people standing in front of Chai He were arguing fiercely.

"Master Chai, you can definitely vote for my plan to exchange the civet cat for the prince this time..."

"Nonsense, you are just plagiarizing my ideas. It's better for me. Lord Chai, if you do what I do, if the emperor is changed, then we will control a puppet, and the world will be as if it belongs to the Chai family...

…”

"How shameless. Are you cheating money with this? Senior official, Mr. Chai, come to me. We will start with the Western Army and pretend to be Xixia and Tubo soldiers to fight each other. When the two countries start fighting, let's leave.

Smuggling ordnance along the route of the Western Army..."

"It has to be said that I will open a restaurant in Bianliang, Tokyo, and comment on the ranking of heroes in the world. By then, the income from the takeout rankings alone will be at least hundreds of thousands of taels of silver a year..."

For a moment, the chaos and chaos made the dignified Chai family manor look like a vegetable market.

What made Murong Fu even more shocked was that these were obviously plans to defraud money. Chai He actually nodded in surprise. Most of them told him to invest the money. The few who disagreed also carefully explained the methods of correction.

Murong Fu's face was full of despair: "I thought it was the Murong family's plan to restore the country. It was really touching. Together with our plan to restore the country, we stole the Taiyi Sword Sect's sword and exchanged it with the beggars for an iron basin at the recycling price.

Grade..."

Yang Gui also didn't expect that the head of the Chai family would be such a person. How could he be the local emperor of Cangzhou? He was simply King Duoyu of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Then he saw Chai He nodding and smiling at him, and Yang Gui saw something familiar in his smile. This old man was also a fun-loving person. Anyway, relying on the privilege of giving gifts, the Chai family's money could not be spent.

That's it, why not have some fun?

Determined to be a member of the same group, Yang Gui responded with a smile and nod that was also looking for fun.

Chai He also understood Yang Gui's intention of following Murong Fu, and could not help but continue to listen to the nonsense of the next wave of followers with satisfaction.

Although Murong Fu lost confidence in himself when he saw this scene, Yang Gui understood that the weight of the Murong family and the Murong family's joint property were ultimately different.

Although most of the group in the hall just now received investment from Chai He, some only had a few thousand taels of silver, and some had dozens of taels.

But Murong Fu asked for 40,000 taels of gold, which was only the first phase of investment. Although it was agreed that it would be delivered in five batches, among which Murong Fu had to pay one-third of his family fortune, and to show his sincerity, he had to pay one in advance.

A thousand taels of gold, that's a big deal.

Each batch of 8,000 taels of gold is equivalent to 80,000 taels of silver. The Murong family has wasted hundreds of years of accumulation starting from Murong Longcheng's generation. Now, the entire wealth accumulated by the fifth and sixth generations for the purpose of restoring the country is only 30,000 taels.

That's all.

This shows that playing the emotional card of "same situation" has a significant effect.

It's just that there are many customers coming to Chaijiazhuang, most of them are people in the world who have committed crimes to avoid trouble, and speculators who try to defraud the investment of Chai Daguan's people with lame schemes.

Murong Fu got huge benefits here, but those who didn't get them came to find trouble.

In the afternoon, Yang Gui and Murong Fu had just finished eating and were about to go to rest when eight strong men formed a circle and surrounded them with malicious intent.

The leader, a strong man with a beard, walked up with a ferocious smile on his face, pinching his joints and making a "clicking" sound.

"You are Murong Fu, right?" The strong man was about 1.94 meters tall. Murong Fu was less than 1.8 meters tall. He looked down at him: "I heard that you got Chai Daguan with a salary of hundreds of thousands.

An investment of two?”

"Exactly." Murong Fu shook his folding fan lightly, not paying attention to this group of people at all, "Why, do you have any advice? Could it be that you want to join me, Nan Murong, to earn a salary?"

"Pooh!"

The big black man spat a mouthful of phlegm at Murong Fu's feet, "What kind of status do I wish Wenlong had to earn a living under the command of you, a Nanman pretty boy? He didn't even take a piss to show what he was! With your rubbish plan, I don't know.

What despicable tricks were used to defraud Mr. Chai of so much money?"

"We all remember what Mr. Chai has done to us over the years. You defrauded him of so much money when you first came here. We want to seek justice for Mr. Chai!"

"Yes, seek justice!"

"Shameless liar!"

Several people behind Zhu Wenlong were also excited, raising their fists and shouting.

Hearing the sound, more and more people gathered over to try to watch the excitement.

Murong Fu laughed after hearing what they said, "I understand, what project did you propose that Mr. Chai rejected?"

"Hmph, I'll scare you to death if I tell you!"

It turned out that Zhu Wenlong came to Zhujiazhuang and lived for free for more than three months, but never got any money from the scam. Chai He didn't care about raising such a few idle people, but he promised the villagers before going out that he must get money from Chai Daguan

People get money in their hands to do great things.

There was no movement at this time, so how could he have the nerve to go back and face the elders in his hometown?

So he found some Crouching Dragon and Phoenix chicks from his hometown, and spent eight days coming up with a clever plan:

Let Mr. Chai choose an aunt to give to the current little emperor Zhe Zong. This little emperor was brought up by his grandmother. There must be Oedipus complex. When the time comes, this aunt will be named a noble concubine. At that time, she will control the harem, bring trouble to Chao Gang, and the Chai family.

Taking the opportunity to take control of the court, wouldn't it be like the restoration of the Zhou Dynasty?

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Originally this proposal was mentally retarded, but the candidate Zhu Wenlong was looking for as the concubine was actually his fourth aunt. Because the plan was too abstract, even Chai He, the fun-loving man, did not approve it.

, and sent him away.

When he went out, he heard that Murong Fu had obtained 40,000 taels of gold in Chaihe. He concluded that Murong Fu had robbed him of the silver that belonged to him. He became so angry that he felt evil in his heart and rushed to find Murong Fu.

trouble.

Most of the people in the world who can live in the Chai family for a long time have good martial arts, otherwise they would have been squeezed out long ago. Even if "Nan Murong" resounds throughout the world, Zhu Wenlong thought that if he fights one of the eight, he still has a chance of winning.

After Yang Gui heard the whole story, he stared at Zhu Wenlong, "Young man, you didn't travel from the Ming Dynasty too, did you? You are very skillful in arranging the story of Concubine Wan Gui!"

"Stop talking nonsense, Murong, the north is not a place where you, a southern barbarian, can run wild. Grandpa will educate you today!"

Zhu Wenlong shouted loudly, lowered his waist and sat on his horse. The clothes on his body moved automatically without any wind, sending out a huge impact and rushing towards the surroundings. It was obvious that he had a lot of internal strength.

"Mr. Yang, look..."

Murong Fu rarely took action personally when there were people around him. After all, he positioned himself as the future emperor, not to deal with such a few minions.

But Yang Gui quickly shrank back while waving a goose feather fan, "Look at what I'm doing, you can handle it yourself, I'm a civil servant!"

Murong Fu touched the place where the dark circles once hung on his face, thinking of Jiumozhi who had his anus exploded by the shock wave and Ding Chunqiu who was forced to show off six and a half kilograms of ten-flavored soft tendon powder, and he wanted to ask: Do you want to lose face?

?

With your fighting ability, you are a civil servant?

But thinking about the misery of offending Yang Gui, he did not dare to speak after all. Fortunately, he was quick to give up, otherwise Yang Gui would definitely tell him a truth: "As a civilian observer of stars, I have an ice ax on my head.

Pretty reasonable, right?”

Zhu Wenlong looked at Yang Gui's retreat and Murong Fu's embarrassed look, and felt proud, "Look at the move, Funiu's acupuncture point hand!"

After saying this, he pointed his two hands towards Murong Fu with parallel fingers like swords.

Seeing that the sword was about to hit a key point on Murong Fu's body, Zhu Wenlong laughed loudly and said: "Murong Fu, pretty boy, remember this place is not... uh!"

Before Zhu Wenlong finished speaking, he felt a huge force coming from his eyes. He was forcefully knocked back four meters and fell to the ground.

Zhu Wenlong felt like there was a circle of golden stars spinning on the top of his head, "You...you are wrong, you, you, this is not the case, how could you be like this?"

Zhu Wenlong is not stupid and sincere. He has seen the skills of Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Clan, and he also knows the names of "Bei Qiao Feng, Nan Murong". He can be ranked alongside Qiao Feng. Although he feels that it is bragging by a pretty boy, he has done well.

Preparation for defeat.

He used these two fingers to attack Murong Fu's acupoints so that he could not move, so that he and his companions could humiliate this Gusu Murong, thinking that even if he failed, he would "treat others the same way as others"

"Body" is nothing more than being fixed on one's own acupoints.

Who knew that a fist as big as a vinegar bowl would hit him.

"What's wrong? Since you dare to come to find trouble, don't you have the consciousness to get beaten, huh?"

Murong Fu snorted coldly and stepped forward. Zhu Wenlong's eyes blurred and he didn't react at all. Murong Fu punched his other eye socket again.

他自从挨过杨规的揍后,突然就爱上了这种打人方式.

How nice, clean and environmentally friendly, not very lethal and extremely insulting.

"Bang!"

"Ouch!"

Zhu Wenlong covered his eyes and screamed in pain.

The circle of people watching the excitement dispersed.

Zhu Wenlong was lying on the ground with a pair of panda eyes. Murong Fu looked arrogant and was about to step over him and leave.

But just as the steps were about to step out from him, he suddenly thought of Yang Gui and looked back. He waved his goose feather fan and looked at him with disdain.

Murong Fu couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat. He had really asked Yang Gui to cure him of PTSD. He kept thinking about what Yang Gui wanted him to do.
Chapter completed!