Fang Zhengji transmigrated to the Great Jing Dynasty, becoming a small county magistrate. He spent seven years building his own secluded paradise, originally intending to live a carefree life as a ...
"Then... could Brother Fang please help me..." Paba stared at Li Yuanzhao and winked at Fang Zheng.
"Of course I can help you, but... there are many difficulties!" Fang Zheng looked conflicted.
"If there's anything I can do for you, Brother Fang, just let me know!"
Fang Zheng thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "I can be alone, but the problem is... I need money!"
"Eunuch Guo loves money, and my uncle loves tea, especially the Dapin Tianxian Tea!"
"Eunuch Guo is extremely powerful, and he has countless godchildren. He naturally doesn't care about ordinary small benefits."
"You know how expensive the high-quality Tianxian tea is... Without money, you can't move forward. I'm sorry I can't help you!"
Paba smiled slightly and whispered, "Brother Fang, I will pay you whatever money you need! In addition... I will give you a small gift!"
Fang Zhengyi immediately glared at Paba: "What are you talking about! I need your little gift!"
"I think this matter is a win-win cooperation between our two countries, so I am willing to help you. You actually want to bribe me? Then I think it's unnecessary! I, Fang Zheng, was blind and made a mistake in choosing the right person!" After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.
Pa Ba was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to grab Fang Zhengyi's arm and comforted him: "Brother Fang! Brother Fang, I spoke out of turn, don't be angry, calm down!"
"Brother, I apologize to you!"
Paba stared at Fang Zhengyi nervously.
His chest was rising and falling, and after a long while he spoke seriously, "I can help you, but don't mention courtesy anymore. I'm not that kind of person."
"Yes...it's my fault. Brother Fang, how much money do you need to operate it?" Paba smiled apologetically.
Why didn't I think of this? This kind of honest and loyal person cares about face the most! What a mistake!
"I think...it should be at least 50,000 taels."
Fifty thousand? Paba felt the pain in his flesh. If he could get the job done, fifty thousand taels would be a good deal.
He didn't doubt Fang Zhengyi. No one in the world was bold enough to lie about such a thing!
If you dare to use people around the emperor as a cover, aren't you seeking death?
Pa Ba gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Fang, if 50,000 taels is not enough, I will add another 10,000 taels!"
"Yeah, OK!"