"Hahaha, General Feng, you're finally here. His Majesty specifically asked you to come this time."
Feng Yun was delighted. He had a premonition that the Eight Captains of Xiyuan would probably be formed.
He pretended to be shocked and said:
"What happened? Did I do something wrong that made His Majesty angry?"
Zhang Rang continued with a smile:
"No, no, you are a lucky general of our Han Dynasty. How could His Majesty have any objection to you?"
At this time, Zhang Rang deliberately raised his voice and said:
"It's like this. To quell the rebellion in Xiliang, His Majesty has reappointed Dong Zhuo. But he still feels uneasy. There have been too many turmoil in recent years, and His Majesty's health has been declining. He feels insecure, so he wants to form an army that will be loyal only to him. I asked you to come here this time to ask if you would like to join?"
Zhang Rang's question was unnecessary. How could Fengyun refuse?
This is rare political capital.
If you want to make a big splash in the coming chaotic times, you must have a certain reputation and resume.
Otherwise, how can we attract capable people to join us?
"How dare I refuse your Majesty's summons? Don't you know I'm going to the palace to see you now?"
Zhang Rang smiled obscenely and said:
"Don't worry. I have something more important to discuss with you."
Fengyun thought that he must be looking for wood from him, as he had some savings this time.
After two years of development, all the territories brought him tens of billions of profits.
It can be said that it is too easy for him to make money now.
But last time, because of this wood donation task, he made trillions of dollars.
He didn't know how much the other party was offering now.
If the request is still too high, he will still refuse.
So he asked, "I wonder what the Master wants to discuss with me?"
Zhang Rang was a little unhappy when he heard this, and said with a stern face:
"General Feng, you are a noble man who forgets things easily. When we last met, you said you were short of money and couldn't afford the wood we have. I wonder how much capital you have now?"
Feng Yun was now a veteran in the martial arts world. In response to Zhang Rang's probing, he said with embarrassment:
"Sir, you know that the Han Dynasty is in chaos right now, and many places are suffering. Although I have made a little money, it is also hard-earned money."
Fengyun will not release the eagle until he sees the rabbit, and Zhang Rang doesn't know what kind of industry Fengyun has.
Although he didn't believe Fengyun's claim that the money was not much, he knew that making money was definitely not easy.
In recent years, he has also felt that it is becoming increasingly difficult to collect this money.
He has been trying to sell these woods, but no one wants them.
When others heard the quantity and price, they immediately shook their heads.
No one can eat so much.
Zhang Rang didn't dare to say more this time. He also stretched his head out to test the waters:
"How about selling it to you at the current market price?"
Fengyun casually opened the auction house and searched the price, although the current price has dropped.
But the price was not something he could afford.
According to today's prices, the timber would have been worth at least 500 billion.
This is a far cry from the cash he currently has on hand.
Then he just continued to shake his head and said:
"Sir, you still think too highly of me. At this price, I can't even afford a fraction of it."
Zhang Rang looked at him in disbelief, his expression becoming serious as he said:
"No way? I know you made a lot of money from this. To put it bluntly, you took advantage of His Majesty once, and I suppressed the matter. You are quite greedy."
Fengyun waved his hands quickly, he didn't dare to wear this hat.
"No, no, no, your Excellency has misunderstood. I did make a little money from this, but it wasn't much. But you accuse me of taking advantage of Your Majesty, which I absolutely dare not do. To be honest, I only have three million gold coins. If there's anything left, you can punish me however you want."
Feng Yun saw that the other party had begun to threaten him. If he didn't tell him his limit, he would really be killed.
Zhang Rang really couldn't have imagined such a small amount of money.
"So little? Lumber prices were soaring back then, and that's all you made?"
Feng Yun shook his head helplessly and said:
"Sir, you have a large family and great wealth. You don't know how expensive food and oil are until you manage the household. Let's not even talk about the expenses of the Han Dynasty. The expenses of Yingzhou alone are not a small sum. I have to pay back money like water every day."
There is no doubt that money is spent like water in the Fengyun Territory.
But the speed at which he makes money is like a flood.
The speed at which money is spent is not worth mentioning.
After Feng Yun finished speaking, he saw that Zhang Rang still looked a little puzzled, so he raised his fist and said:
"Sir, I swear to heaven that this is all I have."
Fengyun really only has this much cash now. At most, he has left a few hundred million in cash as a reserve fund in case of emergencies and he is unable to raise money.
Seeing that Feng Yun did not seem to be faking it, Zhang Rang chose to believe him.
"Come on, don't swear. I think that's what you said. But it's a little price for so much wood. It's a little unreasonable."
Zhang Rang would naturally not do such a loss-making business. He felt that these timbers would have to stay in the garden.
However, Fengyun obviously didn't want him to do this, so he asked:
"Master Zhang, how is His Majesty's health now?"
Zhang Rang, of course, didn't know Feng Yun's purpose for saying this, so he asked:
"Your Majesty is getting worse day by day, alas..."
After Zhang Rang finished speaking, he felt something was wrong. He knew that the other party definitely didn't want to hear just this.
Then he continued, "I wonder what the general means by asking this?"
Feng Yun smiled mysteriously at this time, deliberately raised his head and looked around, then whispered in his ear:
"Sir, you must plan for yourself as soon as possible. I have a physiognomist in my territory, and I had him calculate your Majesty's lifespan. I'm afraid your time is running out."
There is indeed a fortune teller in Fengyun Territory, but asking him to calculate the life span of Your Majesty was a fabrication of his own.
Anyone in this world who dares to calculate how long the Emperor's life will be must be tired of living.
However, if Fengyun said it now, even if Zhang Rang agreed, he would definitely give up.
Zhang Rang originally wanted to scold him. It was not like he had not thought about this kind of thing before, but he would never dare to say it out loud in public.
But thinking that the other party was doing this for his own good, he lowered his head and began to think.
After a while, he said:
"Don't talk nonsense. Your Majesty is now in the prime of his life, and you still have His Highness. The orthodoxy of the Han Dynasty will not change."
Zhang Rang felt extremely guilty about what he said, but he didn't dare say anything else excessive.
Fengyun immediately smiled and whispered again:
"Master Zhang, please don't forget that His Majesty has two sons. One of them has an uncle who is a great general and is quite at odds with you, the Ten Attendants."
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