Xu Jinhuan patted Xia Zhiying on the shoulder and comforted her, "It's okay, I'll help you get it back with interest."
After saying that, she waved her hand, indicating that Xia Zhiying and the others should leave first.
After they left, Xu Jinhuan used his invisibility ability to hide himself around a corner. He then quietly sneaked into the Fu residence.
She hadn't gone far when she heard voices, so she followed the sound and soon arrived at the main courtyard, where she saw an old man and a young man talking.
"Father, please give me some more money, I swear I'll never gamble again," the young man pleaded shamelessly with the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man tapped the young man's forehead with a look of exasperation.
"Fu Dongsheng, can't you vent your anger a little? Look around, which kid your age still asks me for money?"
Let's talk about your gambling. You've promised me eight hundred times, but when have you ever kept your word? It always comes down to one thing: no money.
Upon hearing this, Fu Dongsheng pouted unhappily, "Dad, what are you saying? How could our family be short of money?"
"As long as this business continues for a long time, I believe our family will definitely become the richest family in Tongqiao County."
The middle-aged man sighed and said, "Do you think doing business is so easy? Besides, although Xia Zhiying is not in Tongqiao County now, what if she suddenly hears rumors one day?"
"If they find out we secretly sold the goods, we're in big trouble!"
After saying that, he glared at Fu Dongsheng again.
"Originally, all I needed was a house, but instead, you secretly took it out and sold it to pay off your gambling debts."
Selling it is one thing, but signing a supply agreement with people in the black market is really making things worse. I don't even know how to bail you out.
Fu Dongsheng smiled slyly and said, "Father, you're wronging me. The reason I signed the agreement with the Ghost Market was just in case."
"If Xia Zhiying suddenly causes us trouble, we have backup plans."
After hearing this, the middle-aged man looked at his spendthrift son with some surprise, seemingly not expecting that he would have such a brain.
But then he shook his head. "Even if the Ghost Market helps, it's just a temporary fix. Xia Zhiying is the one who created this thing. If she dies, this thing will be gone."
"Our whole family will still be finished then, it'll just be a different person carrying it out."
Upon hearing this, Fu Dongsheng smiled even more cunningly, "Hehe, Dad, I've thought it through too. When the time comes, I'll tell the people at the Ghost Market that I've taken a liking to Xia Zhiying."
"Ghost Market will probably give me face because of that thing, and then this person will be back in our hands."
After listening, the middle-aged man thought about it for a while and also thought it was a good idea. He chuckled and patted Fu Dongsheng on the shoulder.
"Good lad, I never knew you had such a brain. You really are just like your father."
He then stroked his beard smugly and said, "Although the Xia family has declined, Xia Zhiying is still from a prominent family and is indeed qualified to be my daughter-in-law, your wife."
To everyone's surprise, Fu Dongsheng waved his hand dismissively, "Father, how can a woman whose family was wiped out be my legal wife? She's only fit to be a concubine in the backyard."
My legal wife must have a more prestigious status; who knows, I might even become a prince consort someday!
The middle-aged man frowned as he looked at Fu Dongsheng, who stood with his hands on his hips and an arrogant expression. He said, "You little brat, you want to fly before you can run. What kind of family do we have? You dare to dream of a princess."
Fu Dongsheng pointed to a side room in the main courtyard and said, "Father, you still don't understand the value of that thing. As long as we can produce it continuously, we can become emperors, let alone princesses."
The middle-aged man was startled by his son's bold words. He covered his son's mouth while looking around in a panic. Only after confirming that no servants were around did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
"Are you out of your mind? How dare you say such treasonous things?"
Fu Dongsheng pulled his father's hand away and smiled mysteriously, "Dad, you must not have seen how powerful that thing really is. The first time I went to the Ghost Market, the people who inspected the goods there took that thing to a bamboo forest."
With just one packet, the entire bamboo forest collapsed; those closest to it were instantly reduced to ashes. With such power, how can we not become emperors?
The middle-aged man only knew that the thing was valuable, but he didn't know its true purpose. After hearing his son's description, his face turned pale.
"You little brat, why didn't you say so sooner? We can't stay here any longer, we have to leave as soon as possible!"
Fu Dongsheng asked, puzzled, "Father, with such a good business opportunity, why leave?"
The middle-aged man said irritably, "What kind of good deal is this? This thing is a death warrant! We might have the life to take the money, but not the life to spend it!"
After he finished speaking, he looked up and saw Fu Dongsheng looking at him with a puzzled and stupid expression, so he could only explain in an annoyed tone.
"If this thing leads to a murder, the government will definitely conduct a large-scale search. At that time, the ghost market will have someone backing it up, so it will definitely be fine."
But we ordinary people with no power or influence will inevitably become scapegoats.
Fu Dongsheng, however, said dismissively, "What's there to be afraid of? As long as we can supply these things, the people in the Ghost Market will definitely not abandon us."
The middle-aged man sneered, thinking his son was still too naive.
"This stuff is so profitable, do you think they wouldn't want to know the recipe? Do you think they might take advantage of your arrest to bribe officials to torture you and force you to reveal the recipe?"
At that time, telling the truth will get you killed, and saying nothing will also get you killed. So, you little brat, do you want to live or die?
Fu Dongsheng shuddered at the scene his father had described, and mumbled in a daze, "Want to live? Of course I want to live!"
The middle-aged man said irritably, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go now!"
Fu Dongsheng turned around to pack his things, but then shook his head violently. "No, Dad, we can't leave today."
"Why?" The middle-aged man looked at Fu Dongsheng in confusion. If he wasn't even trying to escape, wouldn't he be waiting to be caught?
Fu Dongsheng sighed and said, "Today is the delivery date that I agreed with the Ghost Market. If we leave now, the Ghost Market will definitely find out that we ran away very quickly."
The middle-aged man sighed again upon hearing this, "So, does that mean you'll have to go to the ghost market this evening?"
Fu Dongsheng nodded, "We can only finish this job first. Then our family will go to the capital. Since we can't sell that stuff to ordinary people, we can sell it to powerful people."
The middle-aged man patted Fu Dongsheng on the shoulder. "Alright, I'll go to the capital with you to try your luck. By the way, how many are you going to sell to them this time?"
“We used to sell three packs at a time, but let’s change it to five packs this time. We need travel expenses to go to the capital.” Fu Dongsheng said as he walked toward the side room where the gunpowder was stored.
Xu Jinhuan, who remained hidden, silently followed behind them.
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