However, judging from Xu Wenshu's attitude, there is probably no hope of asking him for help, and most people think so too.
Fang Zheng stood up and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Lord Xu, for clearing up my doubts today. Now you go ahead and do your work. I won't bother you anymore. I'll treat you to dinner another day."
Xu Wenshu also stood up to return the greeting.
Fang Zhengyi was about to turn around and leave when he caught sight of the books on the table and smiled.
"Master Xu, are you still reading Journey to the West? To be honest, this is what I wrote. Please don't tell anyone else."
"Ah?" Xu Wenshu was a little embarrassed at first, but was greatly surprised when he heard Fang Zhengyi's words. He picked up the book and asked, "Did you write Journey to the West?"
"Yeah, yeah, it's OK for you to know about this, but don't tell anyone. Being too famous is not a good thing."
Xu Wenshu gave a thumbs up and said, "I admire you! I really admire you, but I have a question. Why does the story of the 81 trials of the journey to the West end at the Kingdom of Daughters? There should be more to come, right?"
"How could that be? I have already reached paradise."
"Ah! I see!"
They both smiled at the same time, a smile that all men understand.
...
After Fang Zheng left, Xu Wenshu looked thoughtful.
Even when I got home from the next shift, I still felt something was wrong.
But I can’t tell what the problem is.
After dinner, Xu Wenshu leaned back in a chair in the hall, and his son Xu Hongcai came forward to serve him tea.
Seeing that he looked a little strange, she asked, "Dad, what happened to you today? You seem a little absent-minded. Did something happen to you?"
Xu Wenshu said, "Oh!" and picked up the teacup. "Today, something really strange happened. Fang Zheng came to see me as soon as he arrived at the Ministry of Revenue. Tsk... He said some nice things, which is not like his character. The more I think about it, the more something seems wrong."
Xu Hongcai became interested: "Is that the trouble-making Fang Zhengyi you mentioned?"
"Oh, there is only one person like him in the capital, who else could it be? By the way, he wrote Journey to the West, so don't read it anymore."
"Ah? This person is actually the author of Journey to the West!"
"Well...it's indeed a bit unexpected, and it's well written." Xu Wenshu was still pondering in his mind.
Seeing this, Xu Hongcai asked, "Dad, since he only said good things, what else is there to think about? Maybe it's nothing."
"Impossible!" Xu Wenshu put down the teacup heavily and warned: "Hongcai, as an official in the court, you must always walk on thin ice."
"Especially when facing someone like Fang Zhengyi who doesn't play by the rules, you have to be extra careful. You never know if you'll be hit by a hidden arrow one day."
"But he's still relatively lucky. The Jinyiwei holds great power, and I've never heard of him killing anyone."
"Everyone in the court originally thought he was a dog that would bite randomly, but now they know he is a hedgehog. As long as you don't provoke him, you will be fine."
"But now the hedgehog is coming close to me, there must be something fishy going on!"
Xu Hongcai hesitated for a moment and said hesitantly: "Dad, I think you are overthinking."
Xu Wenshu sneered: "You're too suspicious? Dad has been in the officialdom for half his life. Some things can't be judged by common sense, you have to use intuition!"
"You know that before a landslide, animals will show unusual movements. Rats will come out in groups, and ducks and geese will be reluctant to go into the water."
"Today, a dog speaks human language. This is a bad omen!"
Xu Hongcai: “Uh…”
...
In the Zhenfu Division, Fang Zhengyi still hadn't returned home.
Xu Wenshu seemed a little stubborn and it looked like we would have to use some tricks to persuade him.
Qian Desheng was still accompanying him. Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, he couldn't help but ask, "Master, did you find any help today?"
Fang Zheng shook his head: "No."
"Who are you talking about? I'll see if I can think of a solution. Our Jinyiwei has been collecting all kinds of information in the capital, maybe it can be useful."
"Minister of Revenue, Xu Wenshu."
Qian Desheng fell into deep thought. He had some impression of the name Xu Wenshu.
It wasn't long before an idea flashed through my mind: "Master, wait a moment, I'll go get something."
After saying that, he hurried out of the public housing, and returned a while later with a stack of documents in his hands, placing them in front of Fang Zheng's desk.
"Master, these are news about the Minister of Revenue. There are detailed records of the family members, the business in the capital, and who he has contacted on a regular basis."
Fang Zhengyi frowned and said, "You sent someone to his house? Didn't I forbid you from going too far?"
Qian Desheng waved his hands repeatedly: "No, sir, what you requested is all collected publicly on the market, and it can be found as long as you are willing. We, the Jinyiwei, have close contact with newspapers and the people in the streets, so it is easy to find out these things."
Fang Zheng nodded and continued to look through the documents.
After looking through it for a long time, Fang Zheng smiled and handed the document to Qian Desheng.
Qian Desheng read: "Xu Ping, Xu Wenshu's nephew, opened a jade shop in the capital called Qingguang Pavilion. He has a lot of business with officials and businessmen."
"Master, do you want to start with this person?"
Fang Zheng said, "Yes, no one is more suitable than him. Tomorrow, take Zhang Biao to negotiate a deal with him, give him some benefits, and bring it back to me after the contract is signed."
"By the way, where is Zhang Biao? Why has he been away from home lately? Where has he been?"
Qian Desheng smiled, "Where else could he go? He went to Taoyuan Medical Clinic. Didn't Wang Meng dissect death row prisoners? He studied muscles with others and published a book last month called Prisoner Fitness. Wasn't his son born several months ago? He said he would use it to train his son. Master, you don't know that, do you?"
"Fuck! Is there such a thing?" Fang Zheng was speechless.
I've been busy taking care of my wife during this period and have no mood to think about anything else.
Brother Biao gave birth to a son a few months ago, named Zhang Xiaobiao.
I was taking care of him at home earlier, but later Zhang Biao disappeared. I didn’t expect...that his educational ideas were so advanced that he even published a book for his son!
However, his son has great potential in fitness. He looked like a little rock since he was born. It is estimated that after practicing, he can surpass Zhang Biao's achievements.
"Oh my God, his son is still practicing. When he grows up to be three years old, he can break my legs when he jumps up." Fang Zhengyi sighed.
"Who says it's not true? His son looks like a stone pillar. What will he become in the future?" Qian Desheng sighed.
"I didn't expect that. I really didn't expect that. Hey, how are his books selling?"
"Prisoner fitness, it sounds unlucky, who would buy it? He printed a batch and sent it to the garrison, and they are all piled up in the toilet. This time there is enough paper."
Fang Zheng smacked his lips. Poor Brother Biao, he was facing such an embarrassing situation when publishing a book for the first time or perhaps the last time in his life.
It seems that I am the only one who can save it!
Fang Zheng picked up the brush and quickly wrote a line of words on the paper, then handed it to Qian Desheng: "Go to the printing house tomorrow and ask them to change the title of the book and print a new batch."
Qian Desheng unfolded the note and fell silent.
【Learn from me, you can also become a big muscle master. 】
"Ah, sir. I'm getting off topic. You haven't told me how to do business with Xu Ping yet."
"You will take Zhang Biao with you tomorrow, just like this...like this..."
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