Lao Fan sighed, looked around at everyone in the courtyard, and barely suppressed the laughter in his heart: "Brothers, I'm sorry, it seems that he really failed this test and let you down..."
He twisted his fat body, squatted on the ground and began to count the gambling money, his eyes reflected the color of silver.
This wave is really profitable!
Brother Yang, don’t worry, I’ll burn some more paper money for you! .??.
Lao Fan muttered.
"Hey, Lao Fan! Lao Fan!"
"What's it called? Didn't you see that I was counting the money?"
"Stop counting, look who's back!"
Lao Fan, who stuck his butt out and bent over to count the money, finally raised his head and saw Yang Fan standing in front of him.
"You, why are you back!"
Lao Fan's eyes suddenly bulged, and looking at the exaggerated size, Yang Fan was afraid that they would jump out and fall on him.
"Lao Fan, you knew your brother was coming back, so you counted out the money in advance?"
Yang Fan looked at him with a smile on his face, reached out firmly and took out the silver from Lao Fan's clenched hand, one piece, two pieces, and three pieces.
Soon, most of it was dug out.
Yang Fan weighed it with his hands and found that one hundred and forty taels was just right. The smile on his face deepened: "Old Fan, you must bring one with me next time the market opens!"
After saying that, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked away.
Lao Fan looked at the remaining silver in his hand and felt like crying without tears. He felt as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis in his mouth. Just as he was about to get up, a group of eunuchs gathered around him in the yard.
"Lao Fan, shouldn't we also pay for our money?"
"..."
Lao Fan felt his eyes go dark and almost lost his breath. He counted with his fingers and his heart trembled. Even if it was one for one, he would still have to pay nearly three hundred taels of silver!
Not only did he lose all the money he won last time, he even had to Go in and get one hundred, fourteen and fifty taels!
When a group of eunuchs left, Lao Fan's pants were almost taken away, and even his shoes were stuck in them.
When the wind blows, air leaks all over the body.
Lao Fan squatted on the ground with bare feet and hairy legs, feeling only full of desolation in his heart.
"I can't get through this day!"
He felt sadness rising in his heart, sat down on the ground, and couldn't help crying.
It really goes with that sentence - Betting on dogs will lead to a bad death!
Compared to Lao Fan, who was full of regrets, Yang Fan was in a good mood. His seventy taels of silver doubled in one go. This business was so profitable.
This made him give up the idea of harvesting a handful of Lao Fan's leeks immediately.
After all, the other party just lost such a large sum of money, so it must be nurtured and then cut off.
Humming a tune and singing a song, Yang Fan strolled back to Changqing Palace. When he saw a group of eunuchs and palace maids talking about receiving monthly money, he also cheered up.
He was promoted to be in charge, and his monthly salary must be quite a lot!
Yang Fan, who was already troubled by money, was quite excited. It was like the two days before his salary was paid in his previous life. Even though he knew how much money he would be paid, he was still looking forward to it.
Only when you see the money in hand will you calm down and make a few criticisms.
Just this little money?
Who are you insulting?
Do you work like me just for this little stinky money?
Come to think of it, I have to get the monthly money.
As soon as Yang Fan turned the corner, he ran towards the private treasury of Changqing Palace where Manager Song was located.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Manager Song sitting behind the desk, with a big black face full of seriousness. There was a black abacus and a book in front of him.
A list of palace personnel and a pile of sealed money bags.
"Manager Song, I'm here to collect this month's payment."
Yang Fan nodded and said hello.
He was not familiar with Manager Song and had never interacted with him before, but judging from his expression, he didn't seem to be an easy person to deal with.
"Here, this is yours."
Manager Song waved his hand and threw a sealed money bag over.
Yang Fan saw his name written on the money bag and reached out to take it, but as soon as he took the money bag, he immediately felt that the weight was wrong.
This is only three taels of silver!
As a manager, how could he only have this little money?
Yang Fan stared into Manager Song's eyes and asked, "Manager Song, is there something wrong with this money?" ??
"There's nothing wrong. This is your monthly payment."
Manager Song's tone was cold.
Yang Fan felt cold in his heart and said in a deep voice: "I remember that the manager's monthly salary is twenty taels of silver, why is there only three taels here? Manager Song, do you want to give me an explanation?"
"statement?"
Steward Song put down the abacus in his hand and said with a sneer, "Then let me give you an explanation. Now that the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, the palace's private treasury expenditures are too large. Palace officials above the steward level have reduced their monthly money to balance the palace.
expenses."
After a pause, the sarcasm in his eyes became even stronger, "Is this enough?"
Yang Fan stared at Manager Song's face, looked at him intently for a long time, and then left expressionlessly.
"I don't know what to say, but I really think of myself as the boss!"
Manager Song looked at Yang Fan's leaving figure and sneered.
Yang Fan paused for a moment and then continued to move forward. He knew in his heart that Manager Song had deliberately said these words to him.
There is no concealment at all, which further proves the other party's confidence. After all, in their eyes, Yang Fan was just lucky enough to win the favor of Concubine Chen and be promoted to steward.
Eunuch Li's thirty lashes successfully made people lose their respect for him.
Yang Fan returned to his room in silence.
He put away his own capital and the money he won from gambling, and hid it under the stone bricks under the bed. The three taels of silver in the money bag were not left behind.
"Seventeen taels of silver and three and a half Qi and Blood Pills were just taken away from me."
Yang Fan was calculating in his mind, staring expressionlessly in the direction of the private treasury. A trace of blood came out of the corner of his mouth, and he had to take out his handkerchief to wipe it clean.
Night falls.
Manager Song has finished handling today's accounts, locked his private treasury, and is ready to return to his residence.
Just as he was halfway there, he felt the sound of wind in his ears, and a figure suddenly rushed towards him from the side, as fast as thunder.
"who!"
Manager Song subconsciously responded.
But this punch hit the man, as if hitting iron armor, his hand felt a sharp pain, and the next second, the opponent's fists hit him hard.
Bang bang bang bang!
The heavy iron fist was like a sledgehammer, knocking him to the ground.
Manager Song was hit hard instantly.
"Damn it, who are you?"
He never expected that someone would attack him in the palace. When he wanted to struggle to get up, a foot kicked him hard in the face and then ran him over.
His head hit the bluestone on the ground with a "Peng" sound, and he passed out completely.
Yang Fan pulled out the money bag from Steward Song's sleeve and was about to turn around and leave. He turned back with an expressionless face and plundered Steward Song's entire body.
Then he grabbed his body and threw it into the flowers on the roadside.