Fang Zheng laughed and thought, look at how pitiful this kid is, let him go, barely let him pay five thousand taels of silver, and let him go. If the emperor hadn't repeatedly asked Fang Zheng to keep a low profile recently, according to Fang Da

The young master's temper, how can this matter be solved with just five thousand taels? The word "low profile" kills people, and even this young master's financial path is cut off...

Fatty and Chang Ping also laughed. They had kept their postures so low, and they were too embarrassed to actually take action. Just now, they could have said that they didn't know Pan Wu's identity, so they just hit him. Now they know that Pan Wu is Pan Shangshu.

His son, if he were to be beaten again, it would be unjustifiable. If word spread, it would be like slapping Pan Shangshu directly in the face.

But the money still had to be paid. How much would he have to pay? Fatty and Chang Ping were not sure either. Fatty looked towards the stairs hesitantly and saw Fang Zheng dancing and gesticulating with five fingers repeatedly. A hint of understanding flashed in Fatty's eyes.

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"Ahem, this way, I won't embarrass you. You smashed this store into this state and paid for... fifty thousand taels. This matter will be revealed and never mentioned again."

The fat man grew up in the palace and had no idea about silver. When he saw Fang Zheng gesturing with five fingers, he casually said fifty thousand taels. Chang Ping often caused trouble outside, so he still had a certain understanding of the prices in the capital.

, knowing that 50,000 taels of silver is more than enough to rebuild the Yaoyue Building, but this guy smashed my mother’s shop, so it’s a big mercy not to let him pay 100,000 taels. How can you mind if this guy named Pan pays too much?

"thump!"

Pan Wu looked at the stairs in confusion: "What's the sound?"

"Uh, it's nothing. There's a rat making noise upstairs. Stop talking nonsense! Bring the money! Get out of here! Stay away from Fang's house from now on. I will keep this confession. If anything happens to Fang's shop again, I won't look for it.

Others will look for you." Changping said impatiently.

Fifty thousand taels is not a small amount for Pan Wu, but it is not too much. With his wealth of bullying men, dominating women, and extorting merchants for many years, he can easily pay it out. So when he heard the fat man's price, Pan Wu was not too surprised.

, without saying a word, he took out the banknote from his arms and handed it to the fat man respectfully.

The fat man seemed very happy. When he saw Pan Wu struggling to get up and leave, the fat man couldn't help but asked with concern: "Is everything okay? Do you want me to send someone to see you off?"

Pan Wu showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "Thank you, His Highness Prince Fu. The civilians are fine. The civilians have resigned."

The fat man said goodbye to him warmly: "It's a good walk. I'll come here to eat when I have time in the future..."

Pan Wu's tears couldn't stop flowing. Are they coming again? Do I have a lot of money? Am I that stupid? It's unlucky. It's really unlucky today. Go home and stay there and never go out again...

After all, he is a person who has practiced martial arts, and his recovery and ability to withstand beatings are much better than ordinary people. Struggling to stand up, Pan Wu didn't even look at the gangsters lying on the ground, and moved out of the Yaoyue Tower step by step with difficulty.

Chang Ping saw a group of unconscious gangsters lying all over the floor in the store. He frowned in disgust and said loudly: "Come here, throw these scum outside!"

I get annoyed when I see them!"

——Since the last time Fang Zheng and the others were beaten by gangsters, Chang Ping now hates the gangsters on the street. He leads his guards around all day long and beats the gangsters to death whenever he sees them.

The public security in the capital has improved a lot. The roads are not picked up, the houses are not closed at night, many evil forces have been almost uprooted, and the atmosphere of the capital has been greatly reversed. This is all due to the contribution of Changping, and it is a pioneer who is ahead of his time in cracking down on crime. Mr. Chen, the Yin of Jinling Prefecture, is happy to cooperate.

Her mouth was wide open, and she wished she could send a banner to Chang Ping in recognition of her noble sentiments in eradicating evil.

Fang Zheng, Fatty and other four people stood at the window, silently watching Pan Wu's staggering and lonely figure gradually go away. The setting sun dragged his shadow long, and the whole picture looked so desolate and sad. If it continued again

Paired with an erhu solo song "Er Quan Ying Yue", it can achieve a tear-jerking effect without much sensationalism...

"Are we too cruel?" The fat man was affected by this picture and seemed a little intolerable.

"It's okay? I just got a beating and paid some money, so I don't count him as bullying..." Fang Zheng was also a little unsure, was it a bit too much today? Why did he feel like he was being bullied by a group of adults?

Like a little kid, with a unique sense of guilt.

"I said he deserved it! Humph, are you stupid? He brought this on himself, who is to blame? Several grown men have such soft hearts, don't you hate it?" Chang Ping pointed out the essence of the matter to the point.

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Everyone suddenly woke up, then looked at each other and laughed. One thing must be admitted, everyone is a good person. Even if they are not good people now, at least they have the idea of ​​​​being a good person. This is already very good, Pan Shangshu certainly does not have this

idea.

Of course, even if good people fight, it is for justice. For example, the thirty-odd female guards behind Changping fight for justice.

Fang Zheng walked forward with a smile, cupped his hands to the girls and said, "Sisters and sisters, thank you for your hard work today. To express my gratitude, I would like to treat you all to a drink..."

Looking at the messy hall, Fang Zheng laughed dryly and said: "...let's drink somewhere else, my family also has a restaurant elsewhere..."

These words caused several female guards to snicker in low voices. The head guard said calmly: "Thank you Master Fang for your kindness. There is no need to drink. Treat my princess better. This is your thanks to us."

Already." He said and bared his teeth and smiled at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng knew that she had not finished her words. If he did not treat the princess well, the gangsters lying on the ground would be his example.

Huh! Threate me! Is this young master someone who is afraid of threats?

Turning his face, Fang Zheng said to Chang Ping diligently: "Oh, Chang Ping, are you tired? Are you thirsty? Are you hungry? Can I ask someone to bring you something to eat?"

Chang Ping was obviously flattered by Fang Zheng's sudden hospitality. He touched Fang Zheng's forehead in confusion: "What's wrong with you? Did you eat something dirty?"

Look, Changping doesn't understand what a man's tenderness is, and he doesn't buy it at all.

The restaurant was smashed into such a state, so of course we couldn't eat the meal. So everyone left one after another. At this time, the shopkeeper of Yao Yue Lou came out from nowhere, and said to the other party with a sad face: "Young Master, this...

…What should we do?”

Fang Zheng took the 50,000 taels of silver notes from the fat man and stuffed it into the shopkeeper's hand. After thinking about it, he felt it was a bit too much, so he took out another 40,000 taels, glared at him and said, "What should I do? Someone else will open it for you."

It's an old decoration, and I'm giving you money to redecorate it. Where can I find such a beautiful thing? You should be happy."

The shopkeeper held a 10,000-tael banknote in his hand and silently calculated the approximate cost of the renovation. He felt that there was still a lot of money left. The other party's master also had an explanation, and he immediately beamed with joy.

Fang Zheng pulled Feng Qiudao aside, took out a large stack of silver notes from his arms and stuffed it into his hand: "I know that there is not much silver in the imperial treasury. Even if the pension of more than 10,000 fallen soldiers is allocated, it will be divided.

In the hands of each bereaved family, there are only three melons and two dates, and their lives are not much easier. Brother Feng, please distribute this money to the brothers, so that the brothers who died in the battle can have enough food and clothing at home.

You have to be warmer. After all, alas! After all, I am responsible for their deaths."

These silvers were nothing more than gifts from the prince and court officials when Fang Zheng first became an official, extorted from Mr. Wu, and compensation from Pan Wu just now, etc. The total amount is nearly one million taels, which is a large amount of money.

, if distributed, each surviving family member could receive dozens or even hundreds of taels, which would be enough to live a life of sufficient food and clothing for several years.

Feng Qiudao clutched the banknote tightly, his eyes were red with emotion, he lifted up his clothes and was about to bow down, but Fang Zheng quickly held him back.

Feng Qiudao wiped his eyes and choked up: "Brother Fang, I want to thank you on behalf of the brothers who died in the battle! These are their life-saving money! Your great kindness, whether alive or dead in the battle, is

Brothers, we will all remember it for the rest of our lives!"

It was a rare moment for Young Master Fang to show kindness. He looked at the banknotes in Feng Qiudao's hand with pain. He turned away with a painful expression and waved his hand: "Take it away quickly, take it away quickly! I can't bear to see these copper-stinking things."

…”

Looking blankly at Feng Qiudao's retreating back, Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps, this is the only compensation he can do. Huh? When did this young master's personality become so noble? Could it be that my

Has your personality been sublimated again?

Behind him, a light green figure quietly approached. Chang Ping stared deeply at the man he loved deeply, and the deep love in his eyes could not be concealed, like a lingering spring water, tightly wrapped around him.

"You are a good person, I saw you right." Chang Ping looked at Fang Zheng and said affectionately.

Fang Zheng curled his lips: "That's wrong, I'm a poor man. I was a millionaire just now. Alas, it is said that when the wind blows away the egg shells, wealth disappears and people are happy. It seems that I will be poor in this life just like in my previous life.

ah."

"Pfft." Chang Ping was happy and gave Fang Zheng a green and seductive look, "As long as I'm here, I won't let you be poor, hee hee."

"Why don't you go back?" Although the little girl's charming eyes were not perfect enough, they still made Fang Zheng's heart shudder.

"If they don't want to go back, they just want to follow you." Chang Ping twisted his body to act coquettishly, and said softly in a sweet voice.

I can't stand it anymore! Fang Zheng couldn't help but shiver, and then he took Chang Ping's little hand with a smile: "My dear, let's fall in love."

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My head hurts. Yesterday, someone took advantage of my illness and asked me to go out for a drink. How could I lose my momentum? After drinking four bottles in a row... Oh, my head hurts so much now...

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