"Isn't that true? Magistrate Wu is also from a noble family, so he would still attack a noble family?"
Everyone was shocked, and the head of the Gu clan, Gu Fengji, couldn't help but retort.
Qiao Xingtai, the leader of the Qiao clan, sneered and retorted: "Why don't you dare? There are some rumors now that the Holy Emperor insists on an expedition against foreign tribes, but in fact he wants to weaken the power of the nobles in the world. Now that the expedition has failed, countless wealthy nobles have been severely damaged, and they have begun to finish the sweep. Isn't it strange?
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"No way? If the world's wealth and resources are divided into 10%, 20% is in the hands of Buddhists, and 70% is in the hands of the nobles, how can we shake it? Isn't this self-destruction?" Zhou Yuanzhang, the head of the Zhou clan, questioned.
Qiao Xingtai analyzed bitterly: "Because of this, the Holy One wants to weaken or even subvert the noble clan."
"What does Brother Qiao mean?" Zhou Yuanzhang asked with a frown.
"This..." Qiao Xingtai hesitated and looked at Mi Xianzhen, the leader of the Mi clan.
The five major families in Jurong City have always advanced and retreated together, which is one of the main reasons why the five major families have been able to prosper for a long time. However, whether it is in terms of strength or influence, Mi is vaguely the leader.
"If what Brother Qiao said is true, then the only way we can do it is..."
Mi Xianzhen frowned and said slowly, whetting the appetites of the four of them for a while, and then continued: "Only by spending all your family wealth and fully supporting Magistrate Wu can you protect yourself."
"Scatter all the family wealth?" Gu Fengji asked with eyes wide open. Even the expressions of the other three people changed drastically.
Without enough wealth and resources, how could they become one of the five major families in Jurong?
Gu Fengji hesitated and said: "With full support, we can use up all our wealth, right? Then we might as well leave Jurong, lest we become fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered."
"Yes, Magistrate Wu is also a nobleman. What Brother Qiao said is all speculation. It's hard to say whether it is true or not," Zhou Yuanzhang said quickly.
"Let's talk about it then. I hope it's not..."
Mi Xianzhen sighed sadly.
…
Phantom Tower.
The Phantom House is the property of the four sects of the Demon Sect and can be found in almost all major cities in the Sui Dynasty. It is a relatively famous brothel among the major cities. But it is not very outstanding. In Jurong City, it cannot be ranked among the six major commercial houses, even the former one.
I can't even rank ten.
Of course, brothels and trading houses are different in nature and cannot be compared.
It's just that during this dinner at the City Lord's Mansion, the Phantom House was also severely cheated and paid more than 400,000 gold coins. It is one of the forces with the most "illegal gains". Who has done the most illegal things in the brothel?
"This guy... is so rude. Don't you want to join my Holy Sect now?"
The descendant of the Demon Queen Yingying, who is still charming in her gorgeous robes and has a lazy posture, rests her arms on the pillow, looks towards the direction of the city lord's palace and murmurs.
She is the owner of the Phantom branch here, and she just came here after reporting the dinner situation.
Traveling with her are the noble and beautiful Qiangwei in green clothes, who is Bianhuahua's junior sister; and the elegant and beautiful woman Gan Yayun, who is Yingying's junior uncle, and is also Yingying's guardian and right-hand man.
The owner of the sub-building here stepped forward to welcome He, a charming and beautiful woman, and explained: "The report to Miss Wu County Magistrate does not seem to be directed at us, but more like a money trap. Except for Wang's Ghost Valley in Taiyuan
The trading company does not seem to be targeting any party.”
"Forgive him and he wouldn't dare to do otherwise. He has really offended all the major forces."
Yingying's beautiful eyes were watering, and she was angry, as if Wu Xin was right in front of her. She murmured to herself: "It's normal to build a large-scale construction project in Yinquan Valley and build Hidden Spring Villa. It's normal to be short of money. What does he want to do? Does he really want to do that?
Set up your own business and become a big landowner? What is the purpose of Silver Spring... Hidden Spring...?"
Bu Louzhu consciously analyzed: "According to the information, it seems that Wu Yao probably wants to build his own private power. The wall at the entrance of the valley alone will cost tens of thousands, and it will be difficult to build with less than a few million gold coins. In the case of Silver Spring Valley
The area is enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people. As for the army, it will be relatively small, 30,000 to 50,000 should be enough."
"Yeah, that's a good idea. Personal strength alone can't accomplish anything big. The most important thing is power."
Gan Yayun nodded in agreement. After a pause, he looked at Yingying and said doubtfully: "However, Wu Yao really distributed the money to the poor. Although the food is not valuable, the advantage is the large amount. According to Wu Yao,
It's so high that even a few million gold coins can't support it. Is such a big deal to win people's hearts or create a good reputation? This is not like the style of my holy sect..."
"This guy... is really good at twisting things. I can't figure out what he wants to do. However, it should be both. Haven't you heard that the people outside already think that he is a Buddha from ten thousand families? I guess many people really do.
Enshrine him as if he were a Buddha..."
Yingying rolled her eyes and said softly in anger, and then continued: "Spending money to buy reputation will also help him manage Jurong. It's a shame he came up with such a bad idea. He is a typical prodigal."
"Miss, you are wrong. This money does not belong to the martial arts demon, it is blackmailed, so I don't feel bad about spending it. Borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha is not considered a prodigal..." Qiangwei reminded her with a sweet smile, covering her mouth.
Yingying said matter-of-factly: "Once it's in his hands, it's his. But I didn't expect him to actually use it for good deeds. It must be beyond the expectations of many people, haha..."
Gan Yayun frowned and said: "No matter how many good deeds you do, what's the use? If the Buddhas of the Wang family of Taiyuan, Wuyang and the hypocrites of Chunyang want to kill him, no matter how many ants there are, they can't stop him."
"The effect... still exists, and it is very obvious. My holy sect really needs a good reputation. This is one of the main reasons why I came here in person. It must be determined as soon as possible, otherwise things will change if it is too late."
Yingying pillowed her arms and looked in the direction of the city lord's palace, speaking slowly, and then murmured: "The icing on the cake is not as good as giving help when it is time."
"My subordinates will choose an opportunity to contact Wu Yao as soon as possible to test his intentions." Bu Louzhu bowed consciously and said.
"Go and make arrangements as soon as possible, and make sure as soon as possible not to expose our existence," Yingying Zhuangruo said casually.
The landlord promised and left.
Qiangwei hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively: "Actually... Wu Yao's feelings for senior sister don't seem to be fake... If senior sister takes action, it's 100% sure, how can the organization let young lady take action personally? It's a bit unnecessary, and it's more likely to cause complications... To
It is probably impossible to say that Wu Yao has no grudges against my Holy Sect."
"If she doesn't come, besides, now that she has lost all her skills and is not suitable for traveling, my uncle is not worried about her leaving the sect."
Yingying looked up at the blue sky and responded quietly.
There was a confused and complicated sigh in his words.
Red as blood, silk robe like song.
The breeze is blowing slowly, who is sighing softly in melancholy?
…
Not far from Phantom Tower, there is an inn somewhere
More than a dozen monks, Taoists, and scribes sat down at several tables, ate and drank on the second floor, and listened quietly to the discussions of the other guests.
Among the countless discussions, they were basically about the five announcements and the new county magistrate and city lord.
After the meal, an old monk with white eyebrows wearing a gilt cassock looked cautiously at the Phantom Tower for a moment, then pronounced a Buddha's name to the Taoist priests and scribes at the same table and said:
"Amitabha, I am the merciful Buddha. Now Wuyao has the name of a Buddha in thousands of families, and he has a lot of wisdom and Buddha-like connections. I dare not do anything rashly. Let's let this matter go."
"Master?" Everyone was stunned, and the scribe shouted anxiously.
We have come, everything is ready, all we need is the east wind, now we are saying no?
Unexpectedly, the old monk with white eyebrows said no more, just shook his head and sighed with compassion on his face, turned around and left silently, and the other monks followed him.
The Taoist priests, scribes and several powerful men were left behind, looking at each other in confusion.
