Single-handedly stopping the heart of the Qing Empire, Emperor Qin and Emperor Wu of Han had to boast about this achievement, "Six Sons are True Six!"
"You are threatening me!"
The old rich man was shocked and angry.
He knew very well that if he wanted to politically solve the three groups of troops that Qianlong secretly sent to Beijing, the prerequisite was that these three groups of troops could not enter Beijing.
But if Guiziliu wants to let people in, it will be useless even if Qianlong is in their hands.
Because the power in their hands is not enough to fight against those three groups of soldiers and horses, plus the treacherous guy Guiziliu.
"It's not a threat, it's just to present the facts to my brother and make sense. Let's be honest. With your few broken guns, do you really not care about the world's heroes?"
This world of heroes is obviously headed by Jia Liu.
"Guiziliu, you are so fucking despicable!"
The old man was so angry that he gritted his teeth. For a long time, it was not that he was using Guiziliu, but that Guiziliu had been using him.
"It's not the first day you've met me,"
Jia Liu felt that Lao Fu was a bit unreasonable. Everyone had clearly understood this in depth, so why did Lao Fu's impression of him still remain at the primary stage?
"traitor!"
A mouthful of saliva flew out from the old rich man. Jia Liu accurately predicted it and stepped aside in time, without being injured.
He dusted off the crumbs of the cake that fell on his body and said with an annoyed look on his face: "Brother, it's pointless for you to talk about this. This is my ancestral craftsmanship."
After saying that, he pointed at his face and said proudly: "Look at my nose, my eyes, and the seeds on my head. Tsk, tsk, you are as brave as Lu Bu and as powerful as Wu Sangui, but you are not even half as powerful as me, right?"
""
The old rich man is stuck alive.
In all my life, I have never seen such a shameless person.
"I said it clearly, without hiding anything. As I said before, if you give me 50 million taels, I will not only help you settle the city, but I will also help you settle the Rehe soldiers. Without this money, what kind of man will I be?
Don’t blame brother for being ruthless.”
Jia Liuyi was smiling but not smiling.
The old man's face was uncertain. After a while, he made a pleading look on his face: "Good old man, the big deal has been decided. As long as you bring someone to help me, can I still treat you badly afterwards? I guarantee that the new emperor will treat you well.
May I be of great use to you, and prosperity and wealth will be just around the corner.”
Jia Liu quickly stopped and said "Hmph": "Come on! Now you know that I am important, please beg me? You didn't even notify me of the meeting at the beginning!"
The happiest thing in life has been deprived of, and no one can try to persuade her to hate her.
The old man was wrong about this. It wasn't that he didn't want his six sons to participate in the meeting of kings and ministers, but that Prince Zhuang had some ideas about the position of admiral of the nine sects that had been promised in advance.
In order to win Prince Zhuang's support for the candidate for the new emperor proposed by him and Yu Zhongtang, he could only apologize to the six sons and wait until the new emperor ascended the throne to help him find a general in Chengdu, or reinstate him as the admiral of Sichuan, and then release two
Returning to Beijing and joining the Military Aircraft Department in three years would be considered a complete meritorious deed.
Who would have thought that this boy had no patience at all, and in the blink of an eye he would become a key figure in deciding the direction of the capital.
"Liuzi, this is my brother's fault, but don't worry. As long as you are willing to help, my brother will help you join the military department, and ask the new emperor to give you three-eyed feathers. How about becoming a minister? It's not impossible to make you a marquis or a duke."
The old rich man knew that the Nine Admirals couldn't take action directly.
There is nothing we can do, the other party's tide has lifted all boats.
"Shut up! Daydreaming!"
Jia Liu was desperate, "There is no way to discuss it. If you don't give me 50 million taels, I will let the Rehe soldiers enter the city to protect the emperor's restoration. By then, you bunch of rebellious officials and traitors will all be dead!"
"Guiziliu, if you do this, you will become the enemy of the Mutual Aid Association. You'd better think about the consequences!"
The old rich man, who had nothing to do, came to force again.
Jia Liu laughed heartily, and then his laughter suddenly stopped, and he shot his semen at the old rich man: "Fullehun, do you know who killed Wen Fu?"
"Um?"
The old man was stunned, and the heroic voice of Deb, the commander of Chang Weijun, sounded in his ears: "It's my lord!"
"Do you know who killed Hailancha?"
"It's my lord!"
"Do you know who killed brothers Fukangan and Fuchangan?"
"By the way, you are still my master!"
"Do you know who killed Mingliang?"
Jia Liu braided his hair, "No need to guess, it's me! It's all me, it's all me! Yes, and Agui, that old banger, do you think you killed him? In a dream, I killed him! I'm just
It’s killing someone with a borrowed knife!”
As he spoke, there seemed to be an invisible aura trembling behind him.
""
The old rich man was shocked beyond words.
My pupils are almost dilated!
For a moment, I could neither digest nor accept that this kid in front of me had done so many treasonous things.
Jia Liu withdrew his eyes, stared at the old man who looked like a wooden man, and smiled sinisterly: "I've told you so much, what do you mean?"
"That's all,"
After a long time, the old man sighed and laughed at himself: "It's true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and talented people emerge from generation to generation. I lost my sight. I didn't expect Master Jia to be such a hero and powerful."
He stood up slowly, punched his sleeves, and glared angrily: "Kill or behead me, please do as you please, you traitor to the Qing Dynasty, traitor!"
"You can say that my old lady, my grandfather, and my father are traitors, but you can't label me as a traitor. I am an old Manchu from a genuine Red Flag Manchuria!"
Jia Liu must correct this identity error.
"The villain succeeds!"
The old rich man looked at Deb next to him: "Why don't you kill this good man!"
Deb drew the knife in his hand and looked at the adults.
But Mr. Jia gently pulled the old man, with a kind expression, gentle eyes, and whispered softly: "Brother, why are you so anxious? It's not easy to die? The problem is, isn't it good to be alive? What do we want to be officials for?
What? Aren’t you just making money and enjoying your life? So, don’t be so stubborn.”
The old rich man snorted slightly: "What exactly do you want to say?"
"Fifty million taels, you definitely can't come up with it, and the clan can't come up with it, but as long as the Qing Dynasty is still here, we can always come up with this money. If you can't come up with it in one year, you can take two years. If you can't take it in two years, you can take it out.
Three years, just take it slowly."
Jia Liugan smiled and agreed to pay in installments.
"Will you help me?"
The rich man will get it wrong.
Jia Liu shook his head and pulled the old rich man to sit down, "Those clans have no money to live in. I think it's better for me to ask the emperor to restore his throne with me."
"What?!"
The old rich man's frightened instinct stood up again: How can this be done?
"After this is accomplished, you will be the chief military minister, and I will be the general. You and I will work together as brothers. Are you afraid that we will not be rich and glorious?"
In order to let the rich man with relatively wide connections get on the road, Jia Liu even offered a temptation that the rich man could not refuse.
That is, the real estate of Prince Jian's mansion belongs to the old rich man.
"you you you!"
The old man said "you" three times in a row, his breathing became extremely rapid, but in the end he shook his head: "Qianlong will not let me go."
"Look, you're confused, aren't you?"
Jia Liu chuckled: "All the Shangsanqi are about to be killed. Even if Qianlong is restored to power, who can he point at?"
The old rich man was silent.
"Don't forget, the emperor is a Han. If he doesn't know what's going on, it won't be a big deal if the queen mother steps in front of the emperor and follows behind."
Jia Liu continued to enlighten, saying that without the rich man presiding over the court, it would be impossible for Jia Liu to do anything in Beijing.
After all, politics is not as simple as fighting and killing.
Only with a stable court can there be stable money.
"We have to get rid of Prince Zhuang and Prince Jian, leaving the Five Flags Manchurians leaderless, otherwise there will be trouble."
Old Fu Mosuo put his hands in his hands, hesitating and blushing, "For the sake of the emperor's safety, I am enduring the humiliation, right?"
"Yes, yes, we are all loyal to the emperor."
Jia Liu nodded his head, the old rich man did it, and so did he.