Chen Xian felt a slight sense of regret when he received the message.
Unfortunately, two other people ran away beforehand.
At lunchtime, Liu Quan's wife cautiously asked Chen Xian, "Master, where did my husband go?"
Chen Xian: "He went to work for me in another city, and he probably won't be back for three to five days."
"Oh."
The woman finally understood why Chen Xian had paid her such a high wage; it was entirely a test of her mentality.
Living in fear is never a good life.
There's nothing going on here for now.
Affordable clothing store.
Chen Xian would occasionally wander around cloth shops, bookstores, and clothing stores whenever he had a spare moment.
Uncle Fu overheard his shop assistant complaining, "Boss, in the last ten days, three or five men have come to the cloth shop to cause trouble."
"And the cloth shop's employees were often cursed by those men."
Some even went so far as to physically assault the workers. They were quick to pay up, but it was incredibly frustrating, and many young people were complaining and refusing to continue.
"What's wrong?"
"They say those young men lured those women into buying ready-made clothes. They only needed one or two outfits, but they ended up buying one outfit after another. They say it's fraud."
Uncle Fu said helplessly, "Then how about this, temporarily transfer the young people from the clothing shop to help out at the fabric warehouse."
...
Wei Yihong of the Wei family was stunned when he learned that Gu Er of the Gu family had died.
No, how could he die?
What the second son of the Gu family did back then caused quite a stir, he was a ruthless person, and the whole family slept soundly.
He always felt like there was a hand pushing him forward from behind the scenes.
After finding the jailer in the cell and inquiring about what had happened, they were even more surprised.
Did Gu Lao Er commit suicide?
I feel guilty.
It's absolutely bizarre.
If Gu Er felt guilty, he wouldn't have sent his whole family away in the first place.
The more I think about it, the more frightened I become; someone is pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Could it be the Chen family?
Back then, it was the Gu family who came to tell me that the Chen family woman was still living a good life.
It's no longer safe to stay in Lushang County.
He went to a brokerage firm to sell his property and cloth shop, packed his things, and prepared to go to the prefectural city to see if there were any connections.
The second wife gave him another son.
Three days later, the whole family moved away completely. When he saw the tall city wall, a slight look of regret appeared on his face.
After all, he has lived here for decades...
"Let's go..."
...
This day.
Chicken Feather returned from the city outside the capital, looking travel-worn, and said to Chen Xian, "Master, I spent a lot of effort to find that old man a widow in her thirties with a son, and I also spent money to find him a job as a housekeeper. That old man is very grateful to me."
They think I'm a great philanthropist.
Chen Xian nodded: "Well done."
Chicken Feather: "I think the old man might not even live for another year or two."
Then, Chen Xian gave the other party an address.
"Go to the villages and towns below, find a man in his thirties with deep forehead wrinkles, who is the sixth in his family, and follow his instructions."
"Connection code: hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron..."
"Yes, sir."
...
Uncle Fu looked at the sales figures of the clothing store over the past few days.
The waiter said helplessly, "I don't know what's wrong. Ever since those young waiters left the shop, some wealthy women have stopped coming. Even if they do come, they just look around."
They tried on clothes, but didn't buy much. And no men came to the store to cause trouble anymore…
Uncle Fu went to the study and found Chen Xian.
"If we remove the young people, business will plummet; if we don't, they'll be cursed. It's tough, brother."
Chen Xian listened for a while, then became slightly dazed.
"Um?"
Chen Xian suddenly spoke again: "Has Song Shaobai left?"
Uncle Fu: "That guy already ran away with Qian Yunsha..."
"What a pity, otherwise we could have made some money off this guy."
Uncle Fu didn't quite understand what Chen Xian meant.
He continued, "My son Ping An is back too. These past few days, he's been sleeping at home during the day and going out with his servants at night, reeking of alcohol, and sneaking around like he doesn't know."
"The eldest son is much less troublesome."
Chen Xian smiled and said that Uncle Fu's eldest son seemed to be in the transportation business in the capital.
Chen Xian: "Brother, tonight, let's find an opportunity to call the Second Young Master out, and we can discuss new business together."
Uncle Fu chuckled: "No need for tonight, I'll have my men drag him out right now."
...
Qunfang Pavilion.
Qingqing leaned on Fu Pingan's shoulder and smiled.
"Second Brother, I used to think you were a real young master from a powerful family. I even compared the size of my hands with yours."
People will think you're a playboy, a regular at parties with women.
Who would have thought that once you got to the room, you'd insist on performing your amazing feat of falling asleep the moment your head hits the pillow?
The young girl, Qingqing, had a smile on her face.
Fu Pingan smiled faintly, "I came here on a mission. Mei Liulang is my nickname. In front of outsiders, I usually tell them that my name is Fu Mei Liulang; only close friends know that my name is Fu Pingan."
The young woman smiled gently.
"Erlang is joking."
Suddenly she asked, "I wonder when you plan to take me away, Erlang?"
The young woman gave a tentative smile.
Fu Ping'an's smile froze, and he said dejectedly, "I haven't dared to tell my father about this yet. Although my family are merchants, my father is stubborn and needs to give me some time."
The young woman rested her head on the man's chest.
"As long as Erlang has me in his heart, that's enough."
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