According to his understanding of Wang Jinghui, Wang Jinghui always decides whether to do something or not after careful consideration.
He thinks something like this is impossible?
Just talking about gains and losses, how many maids can be bought with five hundred taels, so why spend it on a singing girl?
Could it be that he has fallen in love with that woman?
But what does he plan to do after he is redeemed?
Take it with you?
Ling Yun could only sigh and shook his head, this is not realistic.
Thinking about it this way, it doesn't matter whether I save him or not, it's really a troublesome thing!
Seeing him lowering his head and saying nothing, Wang Jinghui next to him was indeed waiting expectantly for his answer, and finally had no choice but to ask, "Brother Ling, what do you think?"
In Wang Jinghui's understanding, he sympathized with the singing woman, and Ling Yun would definitely be like him and would not stand idly by.
Maybe what he didn't know was the concept of five hundred taels. That was a number that ordinary people, a family of three, could afford to have enough food and clothing for a lifetime.
Asking Ling Yun to spend five hundred taels to save a stranger, even a woman he had met several times before, was definitely not worth it and he couldn't do it.
But if the object were changed to the Mid-Autumn Festival, he would also be willing to pay one thousand taels to the woman in yellow on that day.
Thinking of this, Ling Yun's heart softened. It was Wang Jinghui who was helping him before.
Nowadays, it is rare for him to speak, not to mention that he also has spare money now, but if he lends him two hundred taels, it is not a problem.
Moreover, he lowered his head and pondered, not that he was reluctant to part with the money, but just weighing the gains and losses for it.
After thinking about it, Ling Yun decided to express his worries. As for the final decision, it depends on Wang Jinghui.
"Brother Wang, I can give you the money, but I still want to advise you to think twice before doing anything."
"If you spend five hundred taels of silver to redeem someone, what are your plans next? Have you thought about it?"
When Wang Jinghui heard this, he took a breath and frowned slightly.
Seeing this, Ling Yun already understood that Wang Jinghui had not thought about the series of things that might happen next.
Seeing the bitter look on his face, Ling Yun couldn't say much, so he could only pat him on the shoulder and comfort him, "Okay, since Brother Wang wants to do it, Brother Yu will definitely support you unconditionally."
Then he took out three hundred taels from his sleeve and put it in his hand, "Now, here are three hundred taels. Take it."
Seeing Ling Yun give him three 100 taels of silver notes, he immediately took out one and declined, "Brother Ling, 200 taels will be enough? I still have some silver notes here..."
Ling Yun patted his hand and stopped him, "Okay, you and I, brothers, don't need to be so clear-cut. In the past, you helped me, but now I just give out three hundred taels, and you refuse, why don't you turn me over?"
As an outsider?"
Wang Jinghui hurriedly explained, "Brother Ling, absolutely not. You are as close as brothers. How could I treat you like an outsider?"
"Then take it!"
"Okay! Then I will accept it first, my foolish brother, and then return it to Anzhou Mansion."
Wang Jinghui thought for a moment and finally accepted it.
In fact, he was not being polite to Ling Yun, but he also knew that Ling Yun had recently bought a bookstore, and today was the second day of opening.
He didn't know how the business was going, but judging from the income from his family's bookstore, he couldn't make much money all day long.
Therefore, this money is equivalent to borrowing from Ling Yun and making up his mind to repay him when he goes back.
"No, it's only three hundred taels, but Yu brother can still get it. We'd better redeem the person first."
"Yes, yes, I was happy for a moment and forgot about the real thing."
The two of them hurried downstairs. Just as they were about to leave the inn, Wang Jinghui stopped and Ling Yun was so frightened that he braked suddenly.
He looked up at Wang Jinghui and asked doubtfully, "Brother Wang, what are you doing?"
Wang Jinghui sometimes said, "Brother Ling, how about you wait here? I can go alone."
"Huh? Brother Wang, what does this mean?"
Ling Yun felt that he could no longer keep up with Wang Jinghui's thoughts. He couldn't figure out for a while why he didn't let him go with him for various reasons?
Full of doubts, he looked at Wang Jinghui, hoping he could explain something, but he seemed to have no sign of wanting to explain.
He turned around and said hastily, "Brother Ling, just wait here quietly."
After saying that, without waiting for his reply, he ran out, leaving Ling Yun with a confused face.
In fact, Wang Jinghui has his own considerations. After all, what he wants to do cannot be put on the stage.
If word got out about redeeming the life of a singing girl in the land of fireworks, not only would he lose his reputation, but he would also be looked down upon by Qingliu.
Ling Yun was the Jieyuan of Annan Province, and Wang Jinghui did not dare to let him put himself in danger with him.
Don't be afraid of anything, just be afraid of ten thousand.
It was okay if nothing happened, but if something happened, he didn't dare to think about it.
So the moment he left the house, he thought about going alone.
After Wang Jinghui came back, Ling Yun looked at the woman.
She pursed her lips and looked at him sideways with a smile. Her skin was as white as freshly peeled water chestnuts, and a thin, faint black mole at the corner of her mouth made her even more charming.
She has an oval-shaped face and is quite pretty. She seems to be a year or two younger than Wang Jinghui.
After just looking at her for a moment, Ling Yun looked away, and then Wang Jinghui introduced him, "Brother Ling, this is Ms. Paul Zhang."
"Miss Zhang, this is my good friend Ling Yun."
After hearing Wang Jinghui's introduction, Ling Yun immediately raised his hands and said, "Ling Yun, I have met Miss Zhang."
Upon seeing this, Paul Zhang returned a Wanfu gift.
She was seen standing upright, her hands clasped together, her right hand on top, placed on her chest or left waist. She leaned slightly over about 20 degrees, moved her hands slightly, bent her knees slightly and replied, "Little girl, I have met Mr. Ling."
Hearing this, Lingyun felt that her voice sounded particularly pleasant, like a slowly flowing stream in summer, cold and comfortable.
After meeting and bowing, Wang Jinghui took her back to the room and left Ling Yun downstairs.
Ling Yun couldn't sit down for a while, nor could he go upstairs.
Or go back to the bookstore?
The thought of going back to the bookstore passed by in a flash, and he passed it instantly. The flowery figure made him feel lingering fear. If he went back at this time, would he want to fall into a trap?
It's impossible to go back, and it's not appropriate to go upstairs.
After much thought, Ling Yun decided to go to Yang Ergou's place.
After Yang Ergou left with the group of people yesterday, he said that a friend of his was getting married today and wanted him to go with him, but he refused.
Now that I think that I have nowhere to go, I might as well go there to hang out and ask for a drink.
Thinking of this, he said hello to the waiter and told the waiter that if Wang Jinghui came down to see him, just tell him that he had already gone back.
Otherwise, if he left without saying a word, Wang Jinghui would not have to worry, but Wang Jinghui was also ruthless.
With Miss Zhang, she just ignored him and ignored his existence. She was like a beast who valued sex over friends. I couldn't help but feel itchy with hatred.