That night, Xianle Building, Zhouchengfang City.
This building is four stories high, with semi-open private rooms on the second to fourth floors, and a patio-like lobby on the first floor. There is a stage right in front of the lobby, and diners upstairs can see the performances of the female nuns on the stage from different angles.
However, performances do not take place every night. For example, tonight the stage was empty, so there were many fewer diners in the restaurant. There were only a few tables occupied in the lobby on the first floor.
Wang Shaohe, wearing a robe that represented his family's status, occupied a table by himself and ordered a glass of spiritual wine to taste slowly.
Yang Zhen and Chen Fuzhen stood outside the restaurant. All three of them were wearing brand-new clothes and looked towards the end of the street from time to time.
With a neighing sound, a carriage stopped at the door of the restaurant. Manager Gong jumped out of the carriage as nimbly as a young man, then turned around and respectfully waited for the other person in the carriage to get off.
The car curtain opened, and a thin old man who looked to be in his sixties appeared in front of several people. He glanced around and saw Chen Fuzhen and three others waiting. He nodded slightly and then moved down.
This person is the protagonist invited to tonight's dinner, Manager Cui of Prince Ju's Mansion.
In order to invite this person out, Yang Zhen used a well-known name card.
It was a blue badge printed with the Zhao family's Zifu family, which meant that the holder came from the Zhao family. Yang Zhen only had three in total, which she specially applied to Caiyan when the trading company was established.
This time he had to use one of them. On this blank name card, the identities such as "Dexingtang, shopkeeper, Fu Yuxiu" were marked. This post was forwarded through Manager Gong, and I made a promise in order for him to help me say a few words of beauty.
Things went smoothly, and Manager Cui agreed to attend the banquet tonight.
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Several people gathered around Manager Cui and came to a private room on the second floor. The private rooms in the Xianle Building are all soundproofed. The sound inside cannot be transmitted out, but it does not affect the sound coming in from outside. This is the reason why Yang Zhen chose this restaurant.
Tonight he needed to use Wang Shaohe's identity without letting him hear the content of the conversation, and it took a lot of effort.
Manager Cui looks approachable and has no airs about the palace manager. He quickly figured out that the real owner tonight was the teenage boy in front of him, who was called the Young Master by the shopkeeper.
He didn't feel dissatisfied, but talked to her like a spring breeze. After a while, Yang Zhen's eloquent talk, coupled with some anecdotal stories and even short jokes she heard in her previous life, greatly surprised this well-informed old man.
The two quickly became friendly, like a pair of friends who had forgotten their friendship.
"What's the relationship between my little brother and the Zhao family in Shuyang?" After having enough wine and food, the old man took a sip of tea and asked.
"Young Madam Zhao is my adoptive mother." Yang Zhen told the truth.
"Young Madam, which Young Madam?" the old man asked curiously. There are so many high-status women in the Zhao family, who knows which one is the Young Madam.
But there was a whisper in my heart, stepmother? Is this kid just a servant? If so, this meal tonight is simply humiliating me!
But can a servant have such insight? He was suspicious.
Yang Zhen explained Qin’s identity. Seeing that Manager Cui looked a little unhappy, he knew that the word "adopted mother" made him suspicious.
He pretended not to know and just laughed: "Young man, there are two more gifts for the two elders. Please wait a moment."
After saying that, he turned around and went downstairs.
He came behind Wang Shaohe on the first floor and shouted, "Uncle Sixteen!" as if he wanted to scare him deliberately.
The sound could be heard almost throughout the building, and several people in the box on the second floor could hear it clearly.
Wang Shaohe responded to his request and had been drinking downstairs. Seeing him coming at this time, he took out the calligraphy, painting and teapot from the storage bag according to the agreement between the two of them.
Yang Zhen took the gift, thanked her, and ran upstairs again.
He respectfully presented the calligraphy and painting to Manager Cui: "A small gift cannot be regarded as respect."
The teapot was given to Chief Gong.
The calligraphy and painting were not sealed, half of it was exposed. Manager Cui reached out to take it and unfolded the painting directly.
"Dong Chang? "Travel to Xishan"!" The old man was startled, his eyes flashed with light: "Qing'an Wang family! Who are you from the Wang family!"
As the general manager in charge of purchasing in Prince Ju's palace, he would not fail to recognize that he obtained this painting from Dong Chang's family and gave it as a gift to the fourth elder of the Wang family.
Yang Zhen smiled and didn't answer, but she came close to the old man and whispered: "Can you take some time later? I have something I want to talk to the manager alone."
Although his voice was low, the room was relatively quiet, so everyone could hear him clearly.
Aunt Fu had received his instructions before and stood up when she saw this:
"Why wait later? We are already full. Why don't the manager and the young master discuss it here. Let's take a walk around the city."
Yang Zhen helped them get some vouchers from the restaurant, allowing them to stay in Fangshi until Haishi.
Chen Fuzhen stood up. He didn't speak much all night. He just immersed himself in eating and was eager to leave.
Chief Gong didn't want to leave, but the two of them were leaving, so he was reluctant to follow them.
Manager Cui did not stop him. He was now full of curiosity about Yang Zhen's identity.
What is the relationship between the Zhao family and the Wang family, the two established Zifu families, and this child?
He glanced downstairs. The monk was still sitting there drinking, obviously waiting for the child.
Can a monk, judging by his attire, be a monk from the Wang family, as a follower, what is the identity of this child?
The room became quiet again, Yang Zhen poured a cup of tea with her own hands and handed it to Manager Cui.
The old man sipped his tea and said nothing. He wanted to see what this kid wanted to do.
Yang Zhen got straight to the point: "I have a batch of Xuanyang wood. I wonder if the manager would like to eat it?"
He had just finished building momentum, and now it was time to get down to business.
The old man did not answer, but continued the question just now: "What is the relationship between the Wang family, and the Zhao family, and you?"
Yang Zhen put down the teacup, sighed like an adult, and told a story:
"After the fourth elder retired from the sect more than ten years ago, he traveled to Yunzhou and visited many places, including Shuyang County..."
"In Chuyang, he received warm hospitality from the Zhao family, big and small banquets, fine wine, beautiful women..."
"Not long after my mother died, the young lady of the Zhao family took pity on my loneliness, so she adopted me as her adopted son..."
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"Stop, stop." Manager Cui pointed at Yang Zhen in surprise: "You mean, you, you are the illegitimate son of the fourth elder of the Wang family?"
"I didn't say anything, I don't know anything," Yang Zhen smiled miserably: "There is no evidence, and no one will admit it, but..."
"The fourth elder told the Zhao family that they could help me find a way to ensure that I would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of my life. This way is Xuanyang Wood..."
"It is impossible for the Wang family and the Zhao family to do business with you directly. I am different. I am trying to make a living for myself and have nothing to do with them. So, you don't have to worry about avoiding suspicion..."
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