Zhang Zhou collected the money and gradually became familiar with these merchants. Because the merchants supported him in their gestures and words, the two parties could be said to have a very happy conversation.
Zhang Zhou has a good drinker. According to his habit, he originally only drank a small amount. Now that he relaxed and was being fawned over by these businessmen in turn, he drank a little more.
But he was just drunk and talked a little more.
He still didn't say what he shouldn't have said.
As a steward of the palace, I still keep this point of propriety in mind at all times.
You must know that the higher the level, the greater the rules for speaking. There are even more people who have been scolded, exiled, and disappeared for saying things they shouldn't say than those who have done wrong things.
Just as Zhang Zhou took another sip of wine, he listened to the businessman sitting on the left saying with a smile: "Have you ever heard of the thin horse in Yuzhou? He is beautiful, obedient and talented. Shen Xuechen, everyone, actually
That’s where I come from!”
Zhang Zhou was a little surprised: "I've heard about her reputation, but she was born as a thin horse? By the way, isn't it said that Yangzhou is a thin horse?"
"Steward, you are from the north and don't know much about it. In fact, prostitutes in the south are loved by everyone. They buy prostitutes from all over the country and send them to Yangzhou for further study and learn the Yangzhou dialect. There are also many people there."
"But there's always a certain style to this matter."
"Yangzhou Slim Horse was originally famous all over the world, but after it became famous, a large number of people invested in this industry. The quality varied. As the skin and meat business gradually opened up, the price plummeted, and finally gradually declined."
"But Yuzhou strives for excellence and is taught by famous teachers. He plays music, chess, calligraphy and painting, plays music, plays and sings, talks about the past and the present, and has everything. He can also accompany the guests with drinks, but after drinking, he must keep a foot away from the guests to show his self-esteem.
Self-love.”
"Although it's just a superficial effort, everyone does it. Rich businessmen and wealthy businessmen often squander a lot of money but it's hard to sell a beautiful woman a smile. If you want to have a good relationship, you must put in a lot of effort. They all have names, known as study rooms, and Shen
Xuechen, everyone is the outstanding one."
"If the steward likes it, we can buy one..."
"Just listen, just buy it. The palace does not allow outsiders like this to enter." Zhang Zhou squinted his drunken eyes and quickly waved his hand to refuse.
The scene was a little awkward. Someone next to him put down his cup and changed the subject: "Manager Zhang, I have only been here for a short time and I don't know anything about the affairs in the capital. I heard that these powerful people in the capital are serious on the surface, but privately
But there are a lot of interesting things to talk about.”
"You are the steward of the palace and the most respectable person in our table. You must know a lot of such anecdotes. Can you introduce them to us? It will open the eyes of us countrymen from other places."
Knowledgeable?"
"It's easy!" Zhang Zhou laughed, with a rather relaxed expression: "I'm a little drunk, please think about it carefully first!"
As this man said, he was a steward in the Prince of Shu's palace, a decent man, and the people and things he came into contact with were not comparable to those of these businessmen.
Not only does the visitor please you, but you also need to show off your connections and abilities!
"Yes!"
After recalling the gossip of powerful people that he knew, Zhang Zhou chose a part that he could share with outsiders, and he thought of the matter of Marquis Wei Jian removing ashes.
This matter has become widely known in the circles of the powerful, which means that ordinary people below are unaware of it.
Talking about this matter to these businessmen is not an offence. After all, there are too many people who know about this matter, and there must be people like me who will tell this matter to outsiders as an anecdote.
One more of yourself is not too much, and one of less of yourself is not too much.
Besides, it is very safe to discuss such erotic stories in the bed room.
Even though he was drunk, Zhang Zhou still knew very well what things could be gossiped about and what things should not be gossiped about.
"Speaking of the Wei Jianhou family, the eldest son is said to be dying. He has been married for seven years and has no children. He is about to pass the title to his second wife. The eldest son has been thinking about it for a long time and actually wants to borrow a seed..."
"Unexpectedly, Marquis Wei Jian found out about this. He asked how he could lend seeds to foreigners, so he drank too much and went to his daughter-in-law's room."
When the businessmen heard these things from the powerful, they couldn't help but be stunned. Some people swallowed and asked: "Is the wife here pretty?"
"She is the third young lady of the minister's family. I took a look at her and she was very dignified and beautiful. It's a pity that she married this useless man."
"Then her husband isn't embarrassed?"
"What's the point of embarrassment? I hugged my son and laughed happily. It was originally a top secret and no one knew about it. But if there are one, there will be two. If there are too many, it will naturally get through the wall."
Zhang Zhou opened his mouth to talk about the matter of picking up ashes. He admired the playful expressions of the people in the merchant city and wanted to stop. He was a little drunk. But just after he finished speaking, his head suddenly buzzed. Then, his words
One turn.
In the eyes of outsiders, Zhang Zhou continued with a weird smile: "What expressions are you looking at? You are shocked at this. You are really ignorant... Let me tell you something sensational. Do you know the secret of the death of the prince?
?The death of the prince back then was not that simple!"
When he said these words, he also raised his voice, which was not quiet.
There were several people sitting in the next room, serving orders with wine. The loser was punished with a drink, and they were pouring wine. Suddenly, when they heard this, their movements stopped.
I had no intention of eavesdropping on what the people in the private room were saying, but when they heard the words "death of the prince", the people in the next room started to feel a little uneasy about the wine.
They even looked at each other with hesitant expressions, wondering which idiot was so bold that he dared to talk about the death of the prince in the confines of the capital, and said that it was a big secret?
Good guy, you are really not afraid of death!
But the seriousness of this matter is not comparable to that of the current emperor and grandson. After all, no matter how noble a prince is, a prince who has been dead for twenty years is far inferior to a living prince.
When one person was pouring wine, he spilled some, and then ordered the dishes with chopsticks: "Master Yang, are we..."
A certain man named Mr. Yang leaned over and said with a smile: "Don't panic, this hotel is not small anymore. It is a time-honored hotel. It is hard for idlers to come. There are really stupid people out there. Let's listen."
"Manager Zhang..."
When Zhang Zhou said these words, he had not realized what he had just said. Several businessmen sitting next to him stiffened and looked a little unnatural.
Is Zhang Zhou drunk?
Wasn't it quite measured when you talked to Zhang Zhou before?
Why are you suddenly talking about the dead prince?
It’s not right to say that it was his companion who started the fight! His companion just asked Zhang Zhou to tell some interesting gossip about the powerful circles in the capital, but he didn’t ask about anything about the royal family!
Besides, what kind of interesting story is the death of the prince?
But then I thought about it, how many years has it been since the prince died?
The deterrent effect has long been gone. Even if Zhang Zhou was drunk and mentioned the prince and said one or two words, it would not be considered a big deal.
Of course, if there is no deterrent, it is ultimately the royal family’s business and should not be discussed.
The businessmen were stunned for a moment, and they all spoke one after another, trying to lead the topic elsewhere.
"I heard that there are so many marquises in the capital that you can easily meet one while walking on the street. I wonder if this is true or not?"
"Manager Zhang, drink, drink first!"
"I have always heard that His Highness the King of Shu is the most kind-hearted. Manager Zhang is really envious of us to follow such a master."
A group of people persuaded Zhang Zhou to drink and tried to stop Zhang Zhou's mouth, but Zhang Zhou was lost in the lake and seemed to be awake. He always felt that he still had something to say, and he had to say it all to be happy.
"You guys are too cowardly. What's wrong with that?" Zhang Zhou ignored the merchant's sudden change in expression and started shouting drunkenly.