Chapter 20 Making Friends
Song Jian turned his head and instructed Huang, the steward, "Go to the backyard and clean up a quiet courtyard for the child to stay in. Also, assign him two steward maids, two personal maids, and four servants."
"Monthly allowance... fifty taels per month, I guess."
Steward Huang was surprised, "That's more than the young master!"
Song Jian said in a deep voice, "Once the money fell into Song Fu's hands, he squandered it all and didn't use it for good. But that kid is different..."
Steward Huang hesitated for a moment and said, "You won't let the young master come to see you?"
Song Jian shook his head. "Didn't the servants in the mansion say that he hadn't slept all night? Let him rest first, and then let him come to see me later."
"Yes, sir."
Manager Huang accepted the order and bowed before leaving the central courtyard.
The early spring night wind was still chilly. Song Qianzhao walked through the corridor, which made her wince after coming out of the warm hall. She dragged her exhausted body back to the front yard.
Two maids were already waiting outside the wing where he had washed and dressed yesterday. Seeing him return, they silently bowed in greeting. Song Qianzhao had no time to care for anything else. He only nodded slightly in their direction and then headed straight for the inner room. Without even taking off his outer clothes, he collapsed heavily onto the soft bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Xunjiu hugged a coarse cloth bundle and squatted in the shadow under the corridor column, glancing at the people around him vigilantly.
The bundle contained the five hundred taels of silver that Song Qianzhao had won from the Ruiqi Casino.
This money was Song Qianzhao's personal property. Since he had no intention of confiscating it, the accountant in the mansion naturally did not dare to take it away by force.
Xun Jiu always took Song Qianzhao's instructions to heart. Now that his master had entrusted him with the important task of looking after the money, he naturally paid close attention.
Manager Huang didn't care about the mere five hundred taels. He just glanced at the package and had a plan in mind, so he didn't ask any more questions.
Steward Huang asked the nanny standing at the door, "Where is the young master?"
"Shh~"
A maid made a hushed gesture to Steward Huang and whispered, "The young master just fell asleep, don't disturb him."
Steward Huang understood and whispered, "Then remember to tell me when he wakes up.
Mammy nodded and said, "I'll remember that."
The room was quiet.
On the bed, Song Qianzhao was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling gently with her breathing. Her hair was a little messy and spread out on the pillow. One hand was resting outside the quilt, her fingers slightly curled.
She slept soundly at home.
Fan Zhiyu at the door of Xiangyun Pawnshop was so excited that he was going crazy.
Wang Yang reluctantly pushed the three boxes in front of Fan Zhiyu.
Fan Zhiyu's eyes lit up, he rubbed his hands excitedly, and couldn't wait to open the box.
In one box, the house and land deeds were neatly stacked; and when the other two boxes were opened, a dazzling golden light suddenly hit us in the face.
Wang Yang forced a smile and said in a tense voice, "These two boxes of gold bars total 40,000 taels. This box of house deeds, land deeds, and farm deeds total 60,000 taels. A total of 100,000 taels. Please keep them..."
Fan Zhiyu slammed the lid shut, pulled her close to him, and smiled brightly, "Then I won't refuse it!"
Wang Yang smiled and said, "Of course I should. If I had no extra money, I would definitely give it to you as a gift."
Fan Zhiyu grinned and said, "I only take what I deserve."
"Here, here's the receipt from Xiangyun Pawn Shop. Now we're even!"
Fan Zhiyu handed over the bill readily, raised his eyebrows, then picked up the box nimbly, turned around and left with light steps.
Wang Yang took back the pawn ticket and called out to him, "Wait, Master Fan, do you have time to introduce me to the Duke?"
Fan Zhiyu was about to leave, but upon hearing this, he stopped and fell into deep thought.
He was wondering whether he should tell Wang Yang the truth to make him angry.
After thinking it over again and again, he decided not to say it.
It’s not that I’m afraid of complications, but it’s really pitiful to see Wang Yang being deceived.
Wouldn't it be even more pitiful if we knew the truth?
"That's easy. The day after tomorrow, you prepare a small gift and come to my house to find me. I will take you to meet my father." Fan Zhiyu responded casually.
Wang Yang took it seriously, excitedly stood up, bowed and said, "Thank you, Master Fan!"
"You're welcome. I'm leaving first."
Fan Zhiyu carried three boxes and walked out of the tavern with brisk steps, feeling as if he was walking on cotton.
As he walked on the road, he couldn't help but look down at the box in his arms, then look up and look around. His heart was filled with joy, and the corners of his mouth were almost grinning to his ears.
He had never had so much money in his life.
He excitedly asked his men around him, "What do you think? Should I go back home first, or go find Brother Song?"
"Of course we should go back to the mansion first. Once we get there, we can put these things in front of the master. The master will definitely look at you differently!" said a subordinate in a flattering tone.
Fan Zhiyu spat at his men and cursed, "Of course I'll go to Brother Song first. This money was earned by Brother Song and I together, so naturally I have to split it with him."
"But Song Qianzhao didn't ask for your share of the profits?" the subordinate asked in confusion.
Fan Zhiyu raised his leg and kicked him, cursing, "You think you can call me Song Qianzhao? Even I have to call him Brother Song, who do you think you are? How dare you call him by his name?"
"Damn it, little one! Damn it, little one!"
Fan Zhiyu snorted coldly: "Remember this clearly, I am your little master, and Brother Song is older than me. From now on, when you see him, you must call him uncle."
"Yes, yes, I'll remember it..."
After Fan Zhiyu finished scolding his men, he asked coldly, "Do you know why I have to go find Brother Song first?"
"I am stupid, please enlighten me..."
"I'm looking for Song Qianzhao first because of my future financial resources. If he can get 100,000 taels, he can get 1 million taels.
As long as I am on good terms with Brother Song, he will definitely not forget me.
If I take all the money, and Brother Song doesn't take me with him when he gets rich in the future, then I will miss out on a million taels, or even more..."
"Master is brilliant!"
Several followers followed behind Fan Zhiyu, flattering him with smiles on their faces.
Fan Zhiyu was flattered and felt very comfortable. He smiled with narrowed eyes and said, "I will allocate one thousand taels of silver earned from this trip to you as hard work reward."
"Thank you for the generous reward!"
Several followers shouted in delight. After following Fan Zhiyu for so many years, this was the first time they had seen such a generous reward.
The group walked towards the Song Mansion laughing and joking.
When the doorman saw a group of thugs gathered outside the door, he was shocked.
After finding out that they were looking for Song Qianzhao, the doorman's expression changed slightly. He asked them to wait outside the door and turned around and walked quickly inside to report.
He walked quickly across the front yard and reported loudly, but happened to wake up Song Qianzhao who was sleeping soundly.
The nanny guarding the door frowned when she heard the sound and was about to scold the doorman, but she saw Song Qianzhao had already pushed the door open and walked out.
"Young Master, please forgive me. It is because I failed to take good care of you and disturbed your peace."
Seeing this, several maids hurriedly bowed and apologized to Song Qianzhao.
Song Qianzhao shook his head and said to the doorman who looked terrified and ready to be scolded, "Who did you say was looking for me?"
The doorman bowed and replied, "It's Fan Zhiyu from the Fan Mansion."
Song Qianzhao looked puzzled when he heard this, and whispered to himself, "Why is he here?"
Then she turned around, closed the door, straightened her clothes, and then reopened the door. She nodded to the doorman and said, "Lead the way."
The doorman bowed his head and led the way attentively. Song Qianzhao followed him through the courtyard to the door.
As soon as I walked out, I heard him shouting enthusiastically, "Hahahaha...Brother Song, you missed me so much!"
Before Song Qianzhao could react, Fan Zhiyu shouted to his men, "What are you still standing there for? Call for help!"
A row of strong men with tattoos on their arms lined up neatly and saluted Song Qianzhao politely.
"uncle!"
Song Qianzhao looked at the scene in front of him and felt a strange feeling in his heart.
Did she enter a brothel or become a gang boss?
Fan Zhiyu didn't care what Song Qianzhao thought. He held the box, came closer to her warmly, and was about to snuggle into her arms.
Song Qianzhao was stunned, subconsciously took a half step back, and reached out to stop him, "What are you doing?"
Fan Zhiyu excitedly rushed forward and wanted to give Song Qianzhao a bear hug, but ended up missing. He could only stand there and said happily, "Brother Song, we're rich!"
Song Qianzhao's eyes fell on the box in his arms, "Wang Yang helped you cash the pawn ticket?"
Fan Zhiyu raised his chin, "Need I say that? He dares to refuse my debt?"
After Fan Zhiyu finished speaking, he moved closer to Song Qianzhao and said with a low voice, "I tell you, Wang Yang doesn't know who schemed against him. He still thinks it was my father who schemed against him, and he even begged me for mercy."
Song Qianzhao was obviously stunned for a moment: "Wang Ju didn't tell Wang Yang what I said?"
Fan Zhiyu asked in surprise, "What did you say to Wang Yang?"
"Without that rhino belt, the Wang family is truly finished."
Fan Zhiyu curled his lips and said disapprovingly, "The Wang family is finished, so what does it have to do with us? I only care about their money. Now that their money belongs to us, who cares about them anymore?"
"Let's find a place to divide the spoils." Fan Zhiyu changed the subject.
Song Qianzhao couldn't help laughing: "What's the point of sharing the spoils? We are not bandits. This money is the reward I promised to give you. I won't take a penny."
"no!"
Fan Zhiyu shook his head. "We share the joys and sorrows together. That's what true brothers are, unless you don't consider me a brother."
Upon hearing this, Song Qianzhao raised his eyebrows and said with a playful smile: "Oh? We... can become brothers?"
"Yes!" Fan Zhiyu said sincerely.
Song Qianzhao was delighted and laughed brightly. She patted Fan Zhiyu on the shoulder and said cheerfully, "Okay, I accept you as my brother. Let's go find a place to divide the money."
Fan Zhiyu nodded.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around and asked, "Wouldn't it be more convenient to go to the Song Mansion and divide it directly?"
Song Qianzhao said with a subtle expression: "My grandfather is here, are you sure you want to go in?"
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