Chapter 43 Who is the man drawing?
Giving money is impossible, Jiang Yuzhu is setting up a trap and also wants to skin the Zhao family.
After hearing this, Manager Zhao was at a loss: "This... this old servant doesn't know!"
Jiang Yuzhu rubbed her forehead and said, "Now you know, go back and tell your old lady. If you don't send me money, I can only ask my parents to come and ask for it together."
It is only natural to pay back debts, but if you are exterminated, you don't have to pay back the debts?
Jiang Yuzhu had reason to suspect that the Zhao family was refusing to pay back their debts, so they kicked Zhao Fendie out.
Manager Zhao: “…”
The Zhao family was clearly the creditors who came to collect debts, but after being manipulated by Jiang Yuzhu with just a few words, they were turned into treacherous villains.
Zhao Fendie had just woken up and when she heard that someone from the Zhao family was coming, she hurried over to stop them.
After sleeping for a while, Zhao Fendie's mind became clear and she regretted her outrageous words.
She doesn't care about extermination of the clan, but if you touch her money, you'll be killed!
Hearing what her good sister Jiang Yuzhu said, Zhao Fendie immediately cooperated and said, "Yuzhu, I'm sorry, I thought I could make the money back and compensate you."
Jiang Yuzhu took out the IOU and showed it to Manager Zhao.
The IOU was forged by a few maids, and the amount of money was clearly written on it.
Manager Zhao stood up in a panic and said, "Madam Xie, it is only natural to pay back debts, but the person who borrowed the money is the one in front of you, so don't implicate innocent people."
At least, the Zhao family was not aware of this money.
After Manager Zhao finished speaking, he slipped away.
Jiang Yuzhu escorted the people out of the yard and shouted, "It's not urgent to ask for money. Everything depends on my mood."
Manager Zhao trembled, as if there were wolves chasing him from behind, and ran even faster.
The alarm was temporarily lifted. Jiang Yuzhu said to Zhao Fendie, "Just follow my method. If the Zhao family comes to ask for money, we will turn the tables on them."
Anyway, as long as the person involved admits the debt, the Zhao family will be fine. If the Zhao family doesn't want to be implicated, they will have to suffer in silence.
"Yuzhu, it's great to have you. You have the best solution!"
Zhao Fendie looked at the portrait, and when she heard that it was Princess Yutan who helped her vent her anger, she was still a little bit unbelieving.
"Why is Princess Yutan suddenly meddling in other people's business? I have no friendship with her."
It’s not that Zhao Fendie has any evil intentions, but she always feels that Princess Yutan is not someone who cares about these things.
Jiang Yuzhu shook her head, she didn't know either.
In short, since Princess Yutan took action, we should consider it as someone we owe her a favor.
In the next two days, Jiang Yuzhu will prepare a banquet in the villa and treat Princess Yutan to a good meal.
In the evening, the Zhao Mansion was filled with gloom and sorrow.
When Mrs. Zhao heard that Jiang Yuzhu came to her house to ask for money and asked for tens of thousands of taels of silver, she was so angry that her head hurt.
The younger generation of the Zhao family didn't dare to say anything, only Master Zhao persuaded them: "Mother, Fendie is too conceited. She has found a backer. It's not that her son doesn't help, but that old man Jiang Fulu is too protective of his shortcomings."
It is not good to ask for the Zhao family's money again, otherwise you will be criticized for forcing your children to death.
This morning at the court, Censor Lu had already set his sights on him.
"Who knows what's wrong with Censor Lu? He actually went along with Jiang Fulu and was just like him!"
Unable to win, Mr. Zhao was filled with rage.
Old Mrs. Zhao got nothing and was so angry that her heart ached: "I have long advised you not to let that damn girl Fendie and Jiang Yuzhu play together. They are both troublemakers!"
Thinking of what Jiang Yuzhu said, "live a long life of a hundred years", I felt even more breathless.
Mr. Zhao had no choice but to comfort her: "Yuzhu may be sincere."
"Sincerity is bullshit, isn't wishing me a long life the same as thanking my eight generations of ancestors? Do you think I can't hear it?"
Old Mrs. Zhao took a sip of tea, but the tea was too hot and blisters formed on her mouth.
In a rage, he had to take it out on the servants around him.
There was chaos in the mansion, but Zhao Zhe stayed in his room, carefully considering Ji Chengyun's portrait.
The servant Chongyang brought the teacup and glanced at him from time to time and said, "Sir, you have nothing to do with the kidney deficiency described in the portrait."
After the portrait came out, it was said that all the men in the capital who saw the portrait were comparing it with their own, fearing that they might have kidney deficiency like Ji Chengyun.
The standards have been released. It would be embarrassing if they were the same!
Zhao Zhe shook his head and said, "Chongyang, your master has come up with a good plan."
Zhao Fendie was expelled from the clan, and Zhao Zhe had no help.
If he wants to deal with Jiang Yuzhu, he has to use his intelligence.
After seeing the portrait, Zhao Zhe suddenly had an idea.
Chongyang was a little scared and advised, "Young Master, calm down. You have seen what the Jiang family did. If they find out that you bullied Jiang Yuzhu, the Zhao family will have a hard time."
One person's mistake will bring consequences to the entire family.
The Jiang family members banded together and took revenge swiftly without delaying for a single day.
Zhao Zhe had a clear mind, but since it concerned his lifelong affairs, he had no choice but to take the risk.
How can I win the beauty if I don’t satisfy Wei Jing?
With such a huge temptation ahead, that little panic can almost be ignored.
The servant Chongyang's mouth trembled, and he asked bravely: "So what plan have you come up with?"
God bless you, I hope you can be more efficient and not be discovered by the Jiang family.
Zhao Zhe took out a booklet from the secret compartment in the room, handed it to Chongyang and said, "Do you understand now?"
Erotica, this is an erotica book.
Just one look and Chongyang's face turned as red as a cooked shrimp.
"Sir, you, you..."
Chongyang’s head was buzzing. Was that not what he wanted?
"That is, what would happen if Jiang Yuzhu's face was used as the heroine of a pornographic film and sent to people in the capital?"
The more Zhao Zhe talked, the more he thought the idea was good and highly feasible.
Chongyang couldn't help but pour cold water on her: "You have to think it over clearly. If you leak even a little bit, you might end up in a ghost marriage with Miss Wei."
Chongyang was certain that the Jiang family would definitely beat his son to death with sticks.
No matter what, this is a bit dirty for women.
Zhao Zhe said indifferently: "Do you think I am Jiang Yuzhu's only enemy?"
Now that I have made the decision, I will never bow to the evil forces of the Jiang family.
Zhao Zhe is not stupid. He can unite with the Jiang family’s enemies to share the risks.
"If your son is the only one behind this, he will probably be silenced by the Jiang family. What if there are ten or eight people behind this?"
They all come from rich families, how far can the Jiang family reach?
Chongyang knew that he could not persuade her, so he stopped talking.
After making the decision, Zhao Zhe found out that Feng Qing was drinking in a brothel again, so he rode over to look for her.
Feng Qing was drinking happily with the two women in his arms. When he saw Zhao Zhe coming, he was a little surprised and said, "Brother Zhao, you don't seem to come here before, do you?"
The two of them were not very familiar with each other, so what did Zhao Zhe want to do with him?
Feng Qing put down his wine glass and drove the two women away.
Zhao Zhe sat opposite Feng Qing and threw out Ji Chengyun's portrait and a book of erotic paintings.
"It's about Jiang Yuzhu, let's do something about it?"
Among smart people, only subtle suggestions are needed.
Feng Qing quickly turned around and asked with a smile, "Who is the man drawing?"
If possible, Feng Qing wouldn't mind being the male lead, but he was afraid that if the news got out, the Jiang family would come to his house without any explanation and target him first.
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