Fan Xian chatted with Wang Gang for a while, and then returned to Fan's house. However, the next day he came to Bufang again, bringing two more people with him.
"Shopkeeper Wang, I brought my younger brothers and sisters to your business. Quickly bring out the best fabrics." Fan Xian stood in front of Wang Gang in a humble manner.
He is survived by his sister Fan Ruoruo and his brother Fan Siche.
Wang Gang's face twitched, he really wanted to take out the Zhenqi King Kong and slap Fan Xian twice.
Fan Xian's intention was obviously that he just wanted his younger siblings to meet his eldest brother.
"Fan Xian, is there nothing wrong with you? You called us out of the house so early in the morning just to visit Bufang? Isn't it okay for your servants to do this kind of thing?" Fan Siche said impatiently.
"I heard that Aunt Liu's birthday is coming soon. If you buy some fabric and make a dress as a gift, Aunt Liu will be happy." Fan Xian made a casual excuse and said.
Fan Siche said speechlessly: "How can I know how to make clothes!"
"So I brought Ruoruo here. You buy fabrics and Ruoruo makes clothes. It's a partnership between you and me to give Aunt Liu a birthday gift. My father will definitely praise you for being sensible." Fan Xian laughed.
After all, Fan Siche was still young, so he was quickly fooled into lameness by Fan Xian, and then he and Fan Ruoruo selected fabrics.
"Boss Wang, please introduce me to my younger brothers and sisters." Fan Xian enthusiastically pulled Wang Gang and refused to let him go.
Wang Gang was extremely speechless, but he still had to maintain his character as the shopkeeper of Bufang.
Fan Qing (Baiyan), as Fan Xian's bodyguard, has been standing at the door of the store, pretending not to recognize Wang Gang.
Fan Xian was picking and choosing, but he couldn't choose the fabric, but he didn't let Wang Gang leave. He just wanted Wang Gang to spend more time with Fan Ruoruo and Fan Siche.
Fan Ruoruo didn't pay much attention to it at first, but as time passed, she realized something was wrong with Fan Xian.
"Brother, haven't you just come to Kyoto? How do you know Shopkeeper Wang?" Fan Ruoruo asked.
Fan Xian said: "I met Shopkeeper Wang when I first came to Kyoto. He even helped me with a little help. We hit it off immediately and we regret meeting each other so late."
Fan Siche said disdainfully: "Fan Xian, you are also the young master of the Marquis Palace. You hang out with merchants all day long. Be careful that the censor interferes with you and brings trouble to your father."
"Fan Siche, why are you talking to me?" Fan Ruoruo said angrily.
Wang Gang discovered that Fan Sichue seemed to dislike Fan Xian very much. If Fan Ruoruo hadn't suppressed him, Fan Sichue might not have given Fan Xian face.
"Fan Xian, if you have time to fool around, you might as well write a few more volumes of "Red Mansions". Let me tell you, "Red Mansions" is very popular in Kyoto. Many rich girls are following it. If you write more volumes, we can make a lot of money."
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"You don't care about money, so you know how to push for updates." Fan Xian rolled his eyes.
"Have you considered my previous proposal? Let's open a bookstore in partnership and sell "The Red Mansion", and the profits will be split 50-50." Fan Siche said tirelessly: "At most, it's six for you and four for me! Any more and I won't make any profit!"
Fan Xian glanced at Wang Gang, his eyes lit up and said: "Fan Siche, you can do business if you want to, but I don't trust you because you have no business experience. Why don't you study with Shopkeeper Wang for a while, and when you are successful, we will
Let’s open a store together again.”
Fan Siche refused without even thinking: "I don't want to sell cloth. The competition in this business is huge and the profit is small. It's better to open a brothel to make money."
"What, you still want to open a brothel!" Fan Xian and Fan Ruoruo said in surprise.
Fan Siche realized that he had let something slip, and quickly added: "No, I just said that opening a brothel is more profitable, not that I want to open a brothel."
Wang Gang looked at Fan Sichue strangely. Calculating his age, he was only eleven or twelve years old, right? At such a young age, he wanted to open a brothel and engage in such a dishonest and smoky business. Fan Jian was really "good at educating his children."
In the original work, it seems that Fan Siche really opened a brothel with the third prince, and even forced girls into prostitution. When Fan Xian found out, he broke one of his legs, and then sent him to Northern Qi to endure hardships and reform, and finally became the richest man in his generation.
Turning eighty at the age of three, Fan Siche has lost sight of money at a young age. If he is not educated well, he will definitely go down a wrong path in the future.
"Shopkeeper Wang, we need these two pieces of fabric. Send someone to Fan's house as soon as possible." Fan Ruoruo selected two pieces of fine fabric and said to Wang Gang.
"Miss Fan is really discerning. This Yun brocade is the best in the store." Wang Gang greeted the waiter, served Fan Ruoruo, and took the opportunity to escape.
Fan Siche said, "Why are you still waiting for delivery? Let Fan Qing send it back and then pick us up."
Fan Xian frowned and said, "Fan Qing is a guard, not your personal servant."
Fan Siche said indifferently: "They are not all the same. They are all slaves raised by my Fan family. What's wrong with running two extra steps?"
Wang Gang and Fan Xian frowned, feeling that Fan Sichue was being raised crookedly by Aunt Liu!
"Fan Siche, you're itchy again, aren't you?" Fan Ruoruo said angrily.
Fan Sche's neck shrank, as if he was having a stress reaction, but he still said firmly: "What did I say wrong? Fan Qing was originally a servant raised by his father?"
Fan Xian said angrily: "What's wrong with inferiors and superiors? All people are born equal. There is no distinction between high and low."
Fan Siche was even more disapproving. After all, the idea that everyone is equal was inconsistent with the idea of distinction between superiority and inferiority that he had accepted since childhood, and it was difficult to understand.
?Wang Gang actually doesn’t think so. The so-called equality of all people is just a slogan even in modern times, but in fact, everyone is born unequal, and classes are everywhere.
Fan Qing (Bai Yan) came over at this time and took the initiative to help Fan Sichue. "Young Master, I will send the cloth back to Fan's house quickly."
"Look, Fan Qing said so." Fan Siche said happily: "Fan Qing, you have done a good job. I will ask dad to give you a salary increase later."
Fan Xian said displeased: "Fan Qing, you are not only a guard, but also my savior. Those delivery tasks are not your responsibility."
Fan Qing shook his head, took the cloth anyway, and left the cloth workshop silently.
Fan Sichue became even more proud and said to Fan Xian: "Fan Xian, I'm treating you today. Let's go to a restaurant for a meal."
Fan Ruoruo said displeased: "Fan Siche, how can you call your brother by his first name? There is no courtesy at all."
Fan Siche didn't take Fan Xian's illegitimate son seriously at all, and naturally he didn't respect him at all, but for Fan Ruoruo's sake, he restrained himself a little.
"Sister, I'm hungry and want to eat the roast duck from Quanfulou." Fan Sichao said coquettishly, "Why don't I treat my brother to roast duck?"
Fan Siche pulled Fan Ruoruo and walked out of the cloth shop, ignoring Fan Xian at all.
Fan Xian smiled bitterly and said to Wang Gang: "Brother, I'm sorry, I originally wanted you to meet your younger brothers and sisters."
Wang Gang said expressionlessly: "Follow me quickly, the guards are not here, be careful of something happening."
"Don't worry, Teng Zijing is guarding outside." Fan Xian said: "Fan Qing will be back soon. With them here, no one can hurt us in Kyoto."
As soon as Fan Xian finished speaking, Teng Zijing stumbled into the cloth shop.
"Fan Xian, be careful!"
A big hand grabbed Teng Zijing's back, lifted him up hard, and threw him heavily to the ground.
Fan Xian's expression changed, he didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly.
Teng Zijing was thrown to pieces, revealing a man like an iron tower behind him.
"Cheng Jushu, the eighth-level master of the Northern Qi Dynasty." Wang Gang whispered in Fan Xian's ear: "He should be here to kill you."
The people in the cloth shop were in a mess, screaming and running out the door. The man from the iron tower ignored the others and came straight towards Fan Xian.
Fan Xian is currently at the seventh level, and Teng Zijing is even worse, unable to deal with Cheng Jushu, who is at the eighth level.
Wang Gang didn't want to reveal his identity, let alone the cloth workshop be destroyed, so he secretly transferred a domineering energy to Fan Xian.
The two of them were practicing the same technique, and their Qi was easily compatible. Fan Xian felt a surge of power pouring into his body, and he felt an unpleasant swelling sensation.
"Ah!" Fan Xian yelled wildly and punched Cheng Jushu, who was running towards him.
The next moment, the Cheng Jushu, which was more than two meters tall and weighed three hundred kilograms, flew out upside down as if it was weightless and fell to the street outside the cloth shop, completely silent.
Fan Xian looked at his hand in disbelief. Wang Gang reminded: "Go and see Ruoruo."
"Yes, Ruoruo." Fan Xian came to his senses and hurriedly ran out of the cloth shop to find the whereabouts of Fan Ruoruo and Fan Siche.
"The second young lady and the third young master were kidnapped by a group of mysterious people." Teng Zijing got up and shouted to Fan Xian.
