"why are you laughing?"
Bao Li's face darkened and he stared at Fan Yuliang with an unfriendly tone.
Fan Yuliang's laughter stopped abruptly.
"I laugh at your naiveté!"
Fan Yuliang walked to the table and sat down, wiping the sweat from his forehead, not taking Bao Li seriously at all.
His Fan family is well-known to the emperor. In the court's wars over the years, the Fan family has contributed a lot of money and manpower. If Bao Li was not the emperor's confidant, how could he agree to cooperate with them?
He knew very well how terrifying the longevity cream was.
"Explain to me clearly what I mean by naive. I am the emperor's confidant. I just smuggled some opium. The emperor would never kill me. But you, a mere businessman, think highly of yourself. Aren't you afraid that if I go out, I will ruin your business?"
Paulie sat up on his good arm, his tone full of undisguised threat.
Opium was not something that was expressly prohibited. He shared the silver he earned from smuggling with his subordinates, and the total amount he got was only a few tens of thousands of taels of silver.
This amount of money is not small, but it is not taken from taxes, so it is not enough to make the emperor want to kill him.
Having been Kangxi's confidant for so many years, Bao Li prided himself on knowing Kangxi well enough. He knew that as long as it did not infringe on the interests of the royal family, Kangxi would turn a blind eye to their making money. Otherwise, Cao Yin's families would have been confiscated and exterminated long ago.
What really worries Paulie is that he uses the addictive nature of opium to win people's hearts, and those he wins are all children of noble families with excellent family backgrounds. Once these families know the truth, they will definitely take mad revenge on him.
Even if he gets out of here safely, his future life will probably not be easy.
So when he was awake these days, he was thinking about what chips he had in his hand to make those families shut up.
Fan Yuliang smiled and shook his head.
"Paulie, Paulie, how long are you going to keep deceiving yourself? Are you listening to the voice outside? Can you not recognize who he is?"
"Isn't it just Tong Haifu? What do you want to say?"
Paulie's expression grew increasingly grim.
"You know the person who screamed was Tong Haifu, yet you are still so arrogant? Even if he is a loser, he is from the Tong family!"
Paulie was stunned, and then he felt as if a basin of cold water was poured over his body, and he completely calmed down.
Fan Yuliang was right. Even if Tong Haifu was a loser, he was from the Tong family, and Tong Haifu was the only one left in his lineage. Without the emperor's tacit approval, no one would dare to torture anyone from the Tong family.
Not even the prince can do that.
Bao Li privately felt that among them, only Fan Yuliang, who was of Han descent, could be manipulated at will, and the next was him.
Tong Haifu should be ranked last.
But the first person to be pulled out was Tong Haifu. This is really unreasonable!
The more Paulie thought about it, the uglier his expression became.
Fan Yuliang was in no mood to appreciate the change in Bao Li's expression. He spoke frankly.
"You probably don't know yet, but that foreign devil Henry has been captured by the Eighth Prince for several days. I'm afraid he's in a cell right now!"
Hearing this, Paulie completely lost his composure.
"What did you say? How many days has Henry been arrested? When?"
"He was arrested early the next morning after the merchant ship arrived, and even his house was thoroughly searched. I think he's in grave danger this time. Didn't you say he was extremely popular among those missionaries?"
"If there's a way to plead for mercy, I advise you to do it as soon as possible. Otherwise, if the Eighth Prince really drags us both out to be tortured, then we'll be in vain!"
Bao Li only felt a buzzing sound in his ears and did not hear what Fan Yuliang said next.
Regarding whether Henry was favored, he did not lie to Fan Yuliang. The emperor attached great importance to all missionaries. Their food, clothing, housing and transportation were comparable to those of high-ranking officials of the third rank. Moreover, if any missionary died, the emperor would order a grand funeral. Things like confiscating property and arresting people would never happen to missionaries.
But it just happened.
Paulie's head began to ache.
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