"The one I gave you last time was more expensive, but this one is much cheaper, only ten taels of silver each." Tang Wen said.
"You still owe me 20,000 taels, give me 2,000 taels." Li Dawang didn't think about it at all.
Because I played it for a few days last time and there were so many wonderful things about it.
For example, Li Dawang's wife wanted a few because they were easy to light.
Otherwise, you have to reserve tinder and blow the tinder desperately when lighting the fire, which is extremely inconvenient. This lighter will make it much more convenient.
"You are my biggest customer, I will give you fifty more." Tang Wen said with a smile.
"Brother, if you need anything from now on, come to me, Li Dawang. Let's eat and drink well and go to Piaoxiang Tower to play with women." Li Dawang looked like a nouveau riche.
"Master, we sold it too cheaply and suffered too much loss," Tang Jun said after coming out.
"How do you say it?" Tang Wen asked.
"The pearls on the silver crown alone cost twenty or thirty taels each. Eighteen of them can definitely be sold for about five hundred and fifty taels. Plus the silver crown, it will cost at least seven hundred taels." Tang Jun said. .
"Haha, it's okay. I'll make some friends after a small loss." Tang Wen waved his hand.
Xin said that the wholesale price of such low-quality pearls in modern society is only thirty or forty yuan, and a silver crown is less than five thousand yuan.
But there was no pearl cultivation technology in ancient times, so they were all dug out of wild shells.
Naturally, the output is pitifully small, and you are lucky to find a shell with pearls.
Therefore, a poor-quality pearl costs twenty or thirty taels.
Li Dawang is not an idiot. Those eighteen pearls alone are more than five hundred taels. He will make sure that he will not lose any money.
Both parties think they have made a lot of money, so naturally, everyone is happy.
Li Dawang was so happy that he even wiped out the fraction of Qianyefang's three hundred taels.
Accompanied by Butler Ning, the two parties went straight to the county government to go through the land deed change procedures.
As soon as he entered the Yamen, he met Yang Yun. He said happily, "Sir, your earl title has been approved. Mr. Zhang was about to send someone to Samui Island to inform you, but you came first. Just in time, along with I’ll go see Mr. Zhang together.”
"Congratulations, Lord Count." Upon hearing this, Butler Ning quickly raised his hands and expressed congratulations.
"Tang Jun, you and Butler Ning go to handle the changes, and I'll go see Mr. Zhang." Tang Wen explained, and then followed Yang Yun inside.
"Hehehe, Earl, your wine is really good." As they walked, Yang Yun chatted affectionately with Tang Wen.
Butler Ning, who was not far away, stared at him with eyes wide open, thinking that these two people had a good relationship.
"Captain Yang likes it. I still have a few bottles there, so I'll give you another one." Tang Wen said with a smile.
"Then how?" Yang Yun said.
"Why can't you use it? The wine is for drinking. I don't have time to drink with Yang Captou, so I can only let you take it home and taste it." Tang Wen said with a smile.
"Thank you very much, but I really need two bottles." Yang Yun said.
"Is Mr. Yang going to give it away?" Tang Wen asked.
"You guessed it right, Mr. Wu Yunxian, the governor of the Yamen, came down not long ago. He drank the wine and kept praising it," Yang Yun said.
"Hahaha, then I have to congratulate Mr. Yang, you will be promoted soon, right?" Tang Wen said with a smile, Wu Yunxian is the chief historian who evaluates officials across the province.
The modern name is the Organization Minister of the Provincial Party Committee.
Of course, Wu Yunxian's power is only below the seventh rank, including the seventh rank.
All projects above the seventh rank must be approved by the governor's yamen, and then submitted to the Ministry of History for review and approval.
Of course, the military has to be linked to the Ministry of War, and the Ministry of History has no right to make direct decisions.
"I haven't even written the horoscope yet. Alas... it's difficult. Although the county's prison official, Mr. Qian, has been transferred to other places, let alone the whole province, our Yanling County alone has many eyes on it." Yang Captou
Sighed.
The first-level prison officer is an official in charge of arrests and prison sentences. He is a seventh-grade officer and is equivalent to the municipal police chief.
Yang Captou is only in the eighth rank now, so being able to sit in this position will naturally lead to a high promotion.
“Is there an official in Yanling County who is older than you, Mr. Yang?
You are Wu Jintu, and being a head catcher is a sign of humiliation.
The position of the torture chamber official is the right one." Tang Wen asked with a look of surprise on his face.
"To tell you the truth, my brother, after becoming a martial arts scholar in high school, he was originally going to be promoted to the rank of seventh-rank general.
It's just that nature plays tricks on people, and I actually offended a villain.
As a result, I was demoted to this Yanling County as a head catcher. I stayed here for seven or eight years, and my buttocks almost collapsed from sitting on the stool. I was still a little catcher.
As a policeman in a government, catching thieves and thieves, it is too difficult to achieve great results in these small things." Yang Yang sighed.
"It's a bit difficult to get into that position with just two bottles of wine. People will give you money." Tang Wen said.
"Of course, but Yang is upright and has been working for seven or eight years. He has no money at all. Even if he borrows a little and gives it away, others will look down upon him." Yang Yun said.
"I'll take care of the gift-giving, and I'll find a way for you." Tang Wen said.
"Look, I owe you a favor again, brother. Just let me know if anything happens in the future." Yang Captou said.
"Absolutely." Tang Wen nodded. Soon, the two of them entered Mr. Zhang's office.
I found that besides Zhang Hongjiang there were two other people, one taller and one shorter.
"Hahaha, congratulations to Lord Tang." As soon as Tang Wen came in, Zhang Hongjiang, who was chatting, stood up and said congratulations, cupping his hands.
"I would like to thank Mr. Zhang for your recommendation." Tang Wen humbly returned the favor.
"Master Zhang, who is this?" the tall middle-aged man with big eyes looked at Tang Wen and asked.
"Hahaha, Mr. Zhou, you don't know yet, right? He is the owner of Koh Samui Island, Earl Tang Wen." Zhang Hongjiang said with a smile.
"Zhou Zhao has met Lord Count." Zhou Zhao cupped his hands and said, but his attitude was slightly cold.
"Master Zhou is a colleague of our government, and this is Master Tian Shilong, general judge." Zhang Hongjiang said and introduced another person.
"How do you two adults?" Tang Wen nodded lightly.
You, Zhou Zhao, are showing off your authority in front of me, so of course I won’t be polite to you either.
"Master, bring the Lord's things over here." Zhang Hongjiang said to Master Zhou Tong.
Below, Zhou Tong took out the newly made turban, documents, robes and tokens, but the old ones had to be handed over.
"The Great Chu Sect's government order comes at a time when the war in the northwest is becoming tense.
Tang Wen generously donated a large amount of silver to help our great army recover the lost territory.
In addition, he led the personal guards to annihilate seventy-two pirates, achieving military exploits for this purpose...
The royal family granted him the title of Third-Class Yanling Bo..."
After the formalities were completed, Zhou Zhao and Tian Shilong exchanged a few polite words and found an excuse to leave.
Seeing the attitude of the two of them, Tang Wen certainly didn't need to be a bitch.
"Master Zhang is a master of painting. This time I came here to ask you to taste a painting." Tang Wen said with a smile.
"Oh? Bring it to me and take a look." Zhang Hongjiang said with a smile.
Tang Wen opened the box. The moment he opened the oil painting, Zhang Hongjiang suddenly became excited and blurted out, "That's it, that's it."
Of course Tang Wen understood it. What Zhang Hongjiang was referring to was the oil painting "Apollo, the God of the Sun".
This painting was originally given to the ancestors of the Zhang family by the royal family, but it was burned in a fire. Zhang Hongjiang's father became obsessed with painting and remained paralyzed in bed.
At that time, a traditional Chinese painting master from the Chu State was asked to copy a painting. However, the material was different and the essence was rare. The Zhang family has always been amazed by it.
Tang Wen stole the copy painting through Yang Yun's mobile phone, and after traveling back to the sea of clouds, he specially asked a European oil painting master to copy it.
In this way, the material is the same and the essence comes out.
Not to mention Zhang Hongjiang, even Yang Captou on the side was stunned. He was probably saying why they were exactly the same?
"That's it, Mr. Zhang, what do you mean by it?" Tang Wen looked at him deliberately pretending to be confused.
"To be honest with you Sir, my father has been in bed for more than ten years because of this disease," Zhang Hongjiang said.
"Yes, back then, that painting was brought back from the West by an official of the imperial court..." Yang Captou immediately made up his mind.
"Can you resell this painting to me?" Zhang Hongjiang asked.
"Resale is definitely not possible." Tang Wen shook his head.
"Sigh... Then lend me a while. I want to show my father, but his lifelong wish has been fulfilled." Zhang Hongjiang sighed.
"Master Zhang, your calligraphy is outstanding. I would like to ask for two paintings. This painting will be the perfect tool for polishing your calligraphy. What do you think?" Tang Wen said.
"Sir, you have found the right person. Mr. Zhang's name is famous in the court.
Back then, Mr. Zhang was the most popular tester in the palace.
There are many people who come to ask for calligraphy, but Mr. Zhang usually doesn't use a pen." Yang Captou said.
"It seems that I have really found the right person. I wonder if Mr. Zhang favors him." Tang Wen cupped his hands and said.
"What word does Sir want to ask for?" Zhang Hongjiang asked.