Ever since Zhenguo's fast food business got involved with the imperial court and the Ministry of War, there has been a steady flow of various incomes.
Even Li Changkong himself didn't know how much money he earned.
But what is certain is that there are definitely quite a few.
There is at least a net profit of 100,000 taels per month. According to dividends, Li Changkong can account for almost half. That is to say, just lying around and doing nothing every month can make a net profit of 50,000 taels.
This income made Zhu Ben's eyes wide open.
Although Li Changkong gave him 100,000 taels of silver, it was a one-time deal after all, and there was no reward for getting dividends every month.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and the angrier I get, the more I want to stage a show of fatherly kindness and sonly filial piety.
The money was available, and because Liu Yu made several correct judgments in succession, his image in Emperor Jing Xing's mind had improved somewhat.
Nowadays, he is not as harsh as before.
Of course, it may also be that he trusts Li Changkong, the young master of the East Palace.
All in all, I don't care much.
This also led to the five-person team gathering in the East Palace every day, either killing spies or drinking and having fun, and their life was very happy.
On this day, the five of them were finishing a round of spy killing. Logically speaking, it was time for a small talk.
Zhang Han spoke first.
"Everyone, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. What are your plans?"
"What other plans do you have? Just do whatever you have to do, say hello to your father, the queen, and by the way, the royal sister." Liu Yu said boredly.
"His Highness's sister? Princess Huaiqing?" Zhang Han asked, while giving Li Changkong a silent look.
He knew that Uncle Li had gone to great lengths to persuade his father to act as a matchmaker between Princess Huaiqing and Li Changkong.
"Of course it is. Sister Huang is good at everything, but she has a very strong aura. I don't know if she will be able to get married in the future."
"What are you talking about, Your Highness? There have been rumors for a long time that Princess Huaiqing is a virtuous and virtuous person who is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting."
"He is Your Majesty's favorite child again. If someone can marry His Highness the Princess, it will be a blessing earned in eight lifetimes, right, Lao Li?" Zhang Han pushed Li Changkong.
He feels that what his father cannot do, he may not be able to do.
Being a matchmaker doesn't rely on brute force, it relies on brains!
"Ah, yes, yes." Li Changkong recalled the princess Huaiqing in the goose-yellow dress in his memory. She was indeed gentle and generous, like the eldest daughter of the royal family.
Although she has a stunning appearance, her temperament is more dignified. Compared with Princess Zhaoyang, she is undoubtedly much more mature.
"Huh, what you heard from the rumors is naturally good. How dare others say something bad about the princess? When you actually talk to the princess, you will know how domineering she is."
"My father often said that it's a good thing that the emperor's sister is not a man, otherwise I would most likely not be in the position of the crown prince."
"But if that's really the case, that would be great. It would be good if the imperial sister becomes the crown prince and I become a general who conquers the north and south."
"That's too far-fetched, let's talk about what you are planning to do during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"
"The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, so Autumn is not far away, so I naturally have to make some preparations." Zhang Han said.
Everyone was surprised when they heard this.
"Lao Zhang, you are a noble son, do you still want to take part in the imperial examination to gain fame?" Zhu Ben said in surprise.
"Of course it's not for gaining fame. It's just that since I started studying, I have suffered a lot of rumors because of my status as a noble disciple. This time I just used the wind of Qiu Wei and Chun Wei to clear my name and kill these scholars. It's just a sharpness." Zhang Han took a sip of tea with a sharp look in his eyes.
"Okay! When the time comes, I will unveil the ranking for you personally. I will already be unhappy with those scholars!" Liu Yu suddenly clapped his hands and cheered. How could he, a master who dreams of going to the battlefield and becoming a general, look down on scholars all day long?
The only one I felt good about getting along with was probably Zhang Han.
As for Li Changkong...Liu Yu didn't regard this guy as a scholar at all.
"In that case, there is a poetry party in the palace during the Mid-Autumn Festival. It is organized by the imperial sister. Lao Zhang, do you want to come and join in the fun?"
"I heard that all the talented candidates who are more famous in Qiandu City will come."
"You might as well recognize your face in advance and think about your opponent."
Hearing this, Zhang Han nodded immediately: "If this can be done, it would be great, but on the Mid-Autumn Festival, I'm afraid it won't be possible to enter the palace on duty."
"What's so difficult about this? I just want to ask my father for a pardon. My father has always been very supportive of things like participating in poetry gatherings."
"Thank you, Your Highness." Zhang Han cupped his hands and said gratefully, then glanced at Li Changkong, and suddenly felt that this might be a great opportunity to bring Li Changkong and Princess Huaiqing together, so he said again: "Old Li, why don't you come and join in the fun? "
"I'm going too? What good will this poem do? The poems they wrote are not as good as mine."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's lips twitched.
You are too arrogant, but...it seems you are right.
After killing so many bureau spies, Li Changkong contributed quite a few poems to them.
Every song is astonishing!
Especially the frontier fortress poems are simply exciting!
He is really qualified to say this.
"How about you help me out and kill those scholars with all their might?" Zhang Han said.
Li Changkong waved his hand and said: "You have said so, what else can I do? Of course I will go."
"I knew Lao Li was interesting!"
"No, all three of you are going? What should Lao Jia and I do? Isn't the Mid-Autumn Festival a bit boring?" Zhu Ben felt a little depressed.
Well, actually he has some little ideas of his own.
Although his level of spy killing is not very good these days, he has at least collected some poems from Lao Li, and he plans to use these poems to show his saintness in front of people at the poetry meeting.
That was a big scene, it’s exciting to think about it!
"How about I ask for more orders from my father and everyone comes to join in the fun?"
"Okay, okay, His Royal Highness is very loyal!" The image of himself being praised after appearing as a saint in front of people at the poetry meeting appeared in Zhu Ben's mind, and he suddenly became excited.
Jia Taisui didn't care. As the son of the chief minister of the dynasty, he was invited to countless poetry gatherings on weekdays.
Although this poetry fair is hosted by Duke Huaiqing, if he wants to go, he can go directly without having to ask for an order from His Highness the Crown Prince.
It’s just that I usually find this poem to be boring, so I ignore it.
But since several brothers wanted to go, I had no choice but to go there.
"Okay, let's just say this. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, we will meet at the gate of the East Palace at noon, and then I will take you to the poetry meeting."
"OK!"
"Don't worry, Your Highness, I will be the first to arrive!" Zhu Ben said excitedly.
He has already decided that when he goes back, he will memorize the poems Li Changkong wrote for him. After all, to be a saint in front of others, you need to have good skills.