Why not go?
Immediately afterwards, Yu Haixing's somewhat angry voice rang out.
Even without hearing Yu Xiangrong's voice, Jing Zhe could imagine her adorable, innocent look as she shook her head cautiously, and his heart seemed to melt.
"My...dad won't let me go out...and...and I don't...want to go out either...it's too, too far away..."
"Don't you want to go out?"
Yu Haixing snorted coldly, "Don't think I don't know. Is it because you're afraid of me that you don't want to go out with me? If that guy surnamed Jing invited you, would you have gone?"
"..."
After a moment of silence, Yu Xiangrong's sweet and innocent voice rang out again: "I...you...this...is different."
"What's different? Do you have a crush on him?"
This time, Yu Xiangrong's voice was noticeably more disordered.
"I...I...what? We've only met once...just once..."
In the end, the words seemed to be swallowed back down his throat before he could even finish speaking.
"You're like this after just one meeting? If you meet him again, are you going to run off with him? Let me tell you, he's not a good person. Don't be fooled by him! I've seen plenty of people like him. He's only favored by His Majesty because His Majesty loves poetry and he happens to be able to write a little. Otherwise, what is he?"
"Let me tell you, he's only in Jingzhou. If he went to Ruzhou, Jinxi, or Jiangling, those places are full of powerful sects. Who would care about a mere fifth-rank official like him? Especially Ruzhou, that's our Wuxian Pavilion's territory. If he dares to go there, I'll show him what I'm capable of! Besides writing poetry, what else can he do?"
"..."
After a moment of silence, Yu Xiangrong spoke again: "His calligraphy is also excellent!"
This time, the voice was no longer hesitant, but rather resolute.
"Ha, it's nothing but fancy moves. In front of our Wuxian Pavilion, these things are not worth mentioning!"
"..."
...
Outside the garden, Yu Haixing's words were overheard by everyone, making Yu Zecheng feel somewhat embarrassed.
"General Yu, Young Master Yu has asked me a question. It seems I must go in and answer him!"
"that…"
Although they hadn't known each other for long, Yu Zecheng felt he knew Jing Zhe quite well. Although he was handsome and looked harmless, he was actually very ruthless!
The Wu family offended him and were completely eradicated!
Who can match this method?
He could already foresee that Jing Zhe would definitely teach Yu Zecheng a lesson once he went inside, so he reminded him, "President Jing, when you're about to strike... go easy on him..."
"What are you saying, General Yu? I'm a civilized man, why would I do anything like that? You're overthinking it!"
Then he strode inside.
"Young Master Yu, I could hear you asking me questions from all this way?"
The person arrived before the voice.
Yu Haixing was nearly scared out of his wits. He turned around and saw Jing Zhe striding in, and he froze.
What's he doing here?
"What else do you think I can do besides poetry? Today's the perfect opportunity to tell you!"
So he reached into his robe, pulled out the ledger, and handed it over: "Today I'll give you a performance of collecting a debt, three hundred taels!"
"..."
Yu Haixing was taken aback at first, then took it and glanced at it before realizing it was the account book of Wenxiangju.
How did you get Wenxiangju's account books?
"Because Wenxiangju is mine now! It seems you didn't read our newspaper today, otherwise how could you not know that Manager Song went to jail? Before he went in, he transferred Wenxiangju to me, so naturally I'm here to collect the debt from you!"
"..."
Yu Haixing was silent for a moment, then scratched his head and said, "How come I don't remember owing that much at Wenxiangju? It was probably only two hundred taels. How come there's an extra hundred taels out of nowhere?"
Xiong San, standing nearby, thought to himself, "It's not just a hundred taels more, because he watched as Jing Zhe asked them for a pen before entering the Duke of Huguo's mansion and changed 'two' to 'three'."
Having witnessed Jing Zhe turn three thousand taels into five thousand taels, Xiong San felt that Jing Zhe had already given Hai Xing a very good deal.
"What? Young Master Yu thinks it's too much? He's trying to renege on his debt?"
Jing Zhe's voice suddenly rose an octave, startling Yu Haixing, who muttered, "What are you yelling about? It's only three hundred taels, here you go!"
As for Hai Xing, his father was in charge of Ruzhou and collected countless amounts of silver every year. He really didn't care about a mere three hundred taels!
Moreover, he had just been caught red-handed by Jing Zhe for saying something bad, and feeling guilty, he decided to accept the three hundred and didn't intend to dwell on it, so he reached into his pocket.
"Wait..."
Jing Zhe didn't expect him to agree so readily—how was it possible to beat him up then?
So he took the ledger, asked Xiong San for a pen, and changed the numbers right in front of Yu Haixing.
"Here, it's five hundred taels now!"
"???"
If Yu Haixing was just being submissive because he knew he was in the wrong, then Jing Zhe's act of changing numbers and extorting money from him in front of him was somewhat intolerable.
"You paid three hundred taels a moment ago, now it's five hundred taels?"
"It's just interest."
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
"Yes, you could say that."
"Pooh!"
Yu Haixing spat fiercely, "With your arrogance, believe me or not, I'll have my uncle kick you out! And I don't need to pay back the three hundred taels of silver. Who told you to extort me? Believe me or not?"
Jing Zhe shook his head and said seriously, "I don't believe it."
Then he shouted at the top of his lungs, "What? You're going back on your word? You don't want to pay it back? Young Master Yu, I'm letting you off the hook because you're the nephew of the Duke of Yu, but I'll ask you one more time: are you going to pay it back or not?"
"Not paying me back? This is the last time, are you still not paying me back?"
"Give it back now!"
"..."
Yu Haixing looked at Jing Zhe as if he were an idiot, thinking to himself, "Is he crazy? I haven't even said anything, and he's already asking and answering himself?"
What happened next was something he never dreamed of.
After Jing Zhe shouted, he glanced at Xiong San behind him. The chubby man rushed up, his face full of excitement and anticipation.
Before Yu Haixing could even open his mouth, a fist the size of a clay pot came crashing down from the sky and landed directly on his face.
"Ouch~"
My first reaction was pain.
My second reaction was that I had no sense of martial ethics; you shouldn't hit someone in the face!
Third reaction—
"Stop hitting me, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, okay?"
Yu Haixing came to terms with it. Compared to face, dignity, money, and life, Yu Haixing felt that life was more precious. Money was just an external thing, so what did it matter if he gave it away first?
They extorted money from him on the spot, and afterward he went to his uncle, he didn't believe his uncle would continue to favor Jing Zhe!
Upon hearing this, Xiong San, who was engrossed in the fight, suddenly froze, and then spoke to him in a tone that seemed to be requesting and negotiating.
"Young Master Yu...can you give it to me later?"
"???"
"Because... I haven't had enough yet..."
After Xiong San finished speaking shyly, his fist, as big as a casserole dish, came down again.
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