Chapter 26: Being Rejected at the Duke's Mansion
That is the most prosperous area besides Yunque Street, every inch of land is worth a lot of money!
"An acre of land there can easily fetch tens of thousands of taels."
"Tsk, that's really expensive..."
Li Chun'e muttered softly.
Wang Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Song, to tell you the truth, no one I know can afford to buy that piece of land."
"This is going to be difficult."
Song Qianzhao tapped the table lightly, as if thinking about something.
After a while, she said to Wang Feng, "Brother Wang, why don't you buy this piece of land?"
Wang Feng was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly waved his hand to refuse, "I can't afford it..."
Song Qianzhao calculated carefully, "Since we're brothers, the money doesn't have to be paid all at once. My two acres of land is a bit out of the way, and at the market price of 3,500 taels per acre, that's 7,000 taels for two acres. I can pay it off over seven years, 1,000 taels per year, which works out to less than 100 taels per month."
Wang Feng was not overwhelmed by this sudden good news. Instead, he frowned and stared at Song Qianzhao.
"Are you pitying me?"
Song Qianzhao said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about! If you give me the money in batches, I will calculate the interest."
Song Qianzhao turned around and asked Fan Zhiyu, "How is the interest calculated for lending money on the street?"
Fan Zhiyu was not stupid, so he naturally realized that Song Qianzhao wanted to help Wang Feng.
He immediately gave a number.
"One cent and a half..."
Song Qianzhao immediately said, "Since it took you a long time, I'll charge you three percent interest. This interest is even worse than the interest charged by a bank. I don't think it's sympathetic to you, do I?"
Wang Feng looked at Song Qianzhao with a strange expression.
Although he had heard of interest rates of 1.5%, it was rare among merchants. The lowest interest rate in the market was only 3%.
Song Qianzhao seemed very cruel for doubling the interest, but Wang Feng always felt that Song Qianzhao was pitying him and helping him.
This kind of help is the most taboo among friends and siblings.
Once pity and charity were mixed into the relationship, the original relationship of equality changed its nature. Especially in this dynasty that emphasized hierarchy, the relationship between benefactors and beneficiaries could quickly turn into that of master and servant.
"Brother Song, thank you very much for your kindness, but..." Wang Feng politely declined.
Before he could finish, Song Qianzhao interrupted him and said, "Brother Wang, you think I'm pitying you, but I think I've taken advantage of you."
Song Qianzhao pointed at Fan Zhiyu and said, "To be honest with you, the land belongs to the two of us, but with our status, it is not convenient for us to take care of it ourselves all the time. We have to find someone familiar and reliable to take care of it for us."
"We can't watch the shop every day while it's being rebuilt. And we can't stay there forever after it's repaired and reopened."
"We'll need you to come forward and take care of those chores for us then."
"It looks like I gave you a piece of land at a low price. It's better to say that we found a shopkeeper for free."
"If you think about it carefully, neither you nor I have suffered any loss in this matter. On the contrary, we have both gained something."
Song Qianzhao persuaded them with emotion and reason.
Wang Feng was still a little hesitant after hearing this, but Li Chun'e was moved.
Having rented a shop from someone else for many years, Li Chun'e has suffered from cold eyes and harsh treatment.
Now that she finally has the chance to own her own shop, how can she not be excited?
Li Chun'e pulled Wang Feng's sleeve and advised, "Boss, what Brother Song said makes sense. He is a man who wants to do great things. How can he spend all his energy on these businesses? Since he has a shop, he needs someone to look after it..."
Song Qianzhao nodded and said, "I don't trust others, I only trust Brother Wang."
Now that things have come to this, Wang Feng can no longer refuse.
His shop had been smashed, and judging by Fan Zhijue's expression, he clearly wasn't going to give up easily. If he stayed in Mingchuan Street again, Fan Zhijue would inevitably come and cause trouble every few days.
Moving to Changle Street was different. Fengtian Prefecture was right next to Changle Street, and patrol offices were set up every hundred steps on the street, often manned by officers. Most of the people walking on the street were dignitaries.
If Fan Zhijue wanted to look for work in Changle Street, he also had to consider Fengtian Prefecture and the nobles in the street.
Wang Feng bowed to Song Qianzhao and said, "Brother Song, since you are so sincere in inviting me, I will accept. But let's make it clear first, you must take back the land money I give you every month. If you refuse, we will have nothing to do with each other."
Song Qianzhao immediately laughed and said, "My dear brother, who in this world would complain about having too much money? I'm afraid that you won't be able to make that much money, and I'll have to collect the debt."
Wang Feng was amused by Song Qianzhao's joke and started laughing too.
A few people gathered together and chatted for a while.
After the conversation, Wang Feng hosted a home-cooked meal for Song Qianzhao, Fan Zhiyu and Xun Jiu.
Fan Zhiyu was so busy eating here that he forgot one thing.
A very important thing is that he has made an appointment with Wang Yang to visit Fan Mansion today.
Outside Fan Mansion.
Wang Yang prepared a generous gift and went to visit Fan Sheng. As soon as he arrived at the door, he was stopped by several fierce-looking servants of Fan's mansion and driven out without any explanation.
He mentioned Fan Zhiyu's name several times, but the servants outside the door ignored him.
Wang Yang was panicking - he suspected that Fan Zhiyu had deceived him.
Wang Yang felt vaguely uneasy, always feeling that as soon as the ten-day fast was over, disaster would befall him.
He didn't dare to leave and could only wait at Fan's house.
He still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that Fan Zhiyu was not deliberately deceiving him, but was just tripped up by some unexpected event.
Wang Yang lingered outside the Fan Mansion for a long time. As the sun set and the number of carriages and horses in front of the gate gradually decreased, his heart sank deeper and deeper, almost to despair.
Just when he was about to give up, he finally got what he wanted.
But what he was waiting for was not Fan Zhiyu, but Fan Zhijue.
Fan Zhijue was beaten by Song Qianzhao and was covered with bruises. His followers carried him all the way back to Fan Mansion.
When Wang Yang saw Fan Zhijue, he rushed forward like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood.
"Master Fan, help me!"
Fan Zhijue was scolding his servants when he heard Wang Yang's scream, which made him stunned.
When he saw Wang Yang clearly, he found that he was kneeling at his feet like a stray dog.
"Master Fan, help me! Please save me..."
"As long as you can save me, I will repay you with my life!"
Wang Yang kowtowed desperately, completely disregarding his face.
He threw all the nobleness and integrity of the censor behind him.
He didn't want to lose his official position, and even more so, he didn't want to lose his wealth and glory.
Fan Zhijue was shocked by Wang Yang's actions.
He forgot the pain in his body for a moment and just stared at Wang Yang blankly.
It took a long time before I came back to my senses.
"Who are you?"
Wang Yang immediately said, "I am Wang Yang, the Imperial Censor."
"Imperial Censor?"
Fan Zhijue's eyes widened and he cried out in horror, "There's actually an imperial censor kneeling down and begging me to save him! Did you see that? There's actually an imperial censor kneeling down and begging me to save him!"
Fan Zhijue shouted excitedly to the men around him.
The Censor was a noble official, and he always looked down upon the royal relatives and nobles, and never gave them any good looks.
Such a rebellious and noble official is now kneeling on the ground begging a playboy.
No wonder he lost his composure like that.
Fan Zhijue made a promise to Wang Yang without hesitation: "I promise to help you. Stand up and talk."
After hearing this, Wang Yang was overjoyed and bowed down to express his gratitude repeatedly.
Fan Zhijue held his head high and said with a look of pride, "If you have anything to do, just ask. In this capital, there is nothing I can't handle!"
Wang Yang was stunned, feeling bitter in his heart.
He thought he had met his savior, but he turned out to be a frivolous young man.
Wang Yang hesitated for a moment, then spoke hesitantly, "I need to discuss my affairs before the Emperor's uncle."
"Looking for my dad? Don't you trust me?" Fan Zhijue's face suddenly fell.
Wang Yang said with a sad face, "Can Master Fan handle the affairs of the officialdom?"
Fan Zhijue's face suddenly turned red.
"Follow me into the mansion. I'll send someone to inform my father."
Fan Zhijue knew his own status. He could still deal with those prodigals, but he could not handle the affairs in the officialdom.
Fan Zhijue led Wang Yang into the Fan Mansion.
He asked Wang Yang to sit in the hall for a while, told the servants to go and inform his father, and went directly to the pharmacy in the mansion to treat his injuries.
Although Song Qianzhao was ruthless, he avoided the vital points everywhere.
Although Fan Zhijue was beaten badly, he only suffered skin and flesh, without any injuries to his bones.
After Fan Zhijue asked the doctor in the mansion to apply medicine and bandage him, he hurried to the main hall.
Just arrived at the main hall door.
The servants in the mansion came to report: "Second Young Master, the master has returned home."
Fan Zhiyu's face lit up with joy: "I'll go see my father right away."
Fan Zhiyu rushed outside the mansion and saw Fan Sheng, wearing armor, dismounting from his horse.
Fan Sheng was fat and looked particularly bulky in his armor, so it was quite difficult for him to get off the horse.
When Fan Zhijue saw Fan Sheng, he quickly went over to him and said with a grin, "Dad, you're back?"
Fan Sheng took off his helmet and casually tossed it to his follower. He stroked his mustache and frowned sullenly as he asked, "You're so attentive, but you've gotten into trouble again?"
Fan Zhijue pouted and said with a look of grievance, "In your eyes, my son is just a troublemaker?"
His childish look was very naive, but it was exactly what Fan Sheng wanted.
Seeing his son looking so aggrieved, Fan Sheng swallowed back the blame that was about to come out of his mouth and could only say helplessly: "What kind of person are you? Don't you have any sense of self?"
Upon hearing this, Fan Zhijue's expression brightened and he said, "I really didn't get into trouble this time. Instead, I found a good helper for my father in the court."
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