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Zhang Zhou collected the money and gradually became familiar with these merchants. Because the merchants supported him in their gestures and words, the two parties could be said to have a very happy conversation.
Zhang Zhou had a good drinker. According to his habit, he originally only drank a small amount. Now that he relaxed and was being fawned over by these businessmen one by one, he drank a little more.
But he was just drunk and talked a little more.
He still didn't say what he shouldn't have said.
As a steward of the palace, I still keep this point of propriety in mind at all times.
You know, the higher the level, the greater the rules for speaking. If you say things you shouldn't say, more people will be scolded, exiled, and disappear, even more than those who do wrong things.
Just as Zhang Zhou took another sip of wine, he listened to the businessman sitting on the left saying with a smile: "Have you heard of Yuzhou's thin horse? He is beautiful, obedient and talented. Shen Xuechen, everyone, actually That’s where I come from!”
Zhang Zhou was a little surprised: "I've heard about her reputation, but she was born as a thin horse? By the way, isn't it said that Yangzhou is a thin horse?"
"Steward, you are from the north and don't know much about it. In fact, prostitutes in the south are loved by everyone. They buy people from all over the country and send them to Yangzhou for further study. There are also many people who learn Yangzhou dialect."
"But in this matter, there is always a certain style."
"Yangzhou Slim Horse was famous all over the world, but once it became famous, a large number of people invested in this industry. The quality varied. As the skin and meat business gradually opened up, the price plummeted, and finally gradually declined."
"Yuzhou, on the other hand, strives for excellence and is taught by famous teachers. He can play music, chess, calligraphy and painting, play and sing, talk about the past and talk about the present. He can also accompany guests with drinks, but after drinking, he must keep a foot away from the guests to show his self-esteem. Self-love.”
"Although it's superficial, everyone does this. Rich businessmen often spend a lot of money but it's hard to sell a beautiful woman a smile. If you want to have a good relationship, you have to work hard. They all have names. They are called studies. Everyone in Xuechen is the outstanding one."
"If the steward likes it, we can buy one..."
"Just listen, just buy it. The palace will not allow outsiders like this to enter." Zhang Zhou squinted his drunken eyes and quickly waved his hand to refuse.
The scene was a little awkward. Someone beside him put down his cup and changed the subject: "Manager Zhang, I have only been in Beijing for a short time and I don't know anything about the affairs in the capital. I heard that these powerful people in the capital are all serious on the surface, but privately But there are a lot of interesting things to talk about.”
"You are the steward of the palace and the most respectable person in our table. You must know a lot of such anecdotes. Can you introduce them to us? So that we, the country people from other places, can also open their eyes?" gain knowledge?"
"It's easy!" Zhang Zhou laughed, with a rather relaxed expression: "I'm a little drunk, please think about it carefully first!"
As this man said, he was the steward of the Prince of Shu's Mansion, a decent man, and the people and things he came into contact with were not comparable to those of these businessmen.
Not only does the visitor please you, but you also need to show off your connections and abilities!
"Yes!"
After recalling the gossip of powerful people that he knew, Zhang Zhou picked out a part that he could share with outsiders and came up with the matter of Marquis Wei Jian removing ashes.
This matter has become well known in the circles of the powerful, which means that ordinary people below are unaware of it.
Talking about this matter to these businessmen is not considered as offending. After all, there are too many people who know about this matter, and there must be people like me who tell this matter to outsiders as an anecdote.
One more of yourself is not too much, and one of less of yourself is not enough.
Besides, it's very safe to discuss this kind of erotic news in bed.
Even though he was drunk, Zhang Zhou still knew very well what things could be gossiped about and what things should not be gossiped about.
"Speaking of the Marquis Wei Jian's family, the eldest son is said to be dying. He has been married for seven years and has no children. He is about to pass the title to his second wife. The eldest son has been thinking about it for a long time and actually wants to borrow a seed..."
"Unexpectedly, Marquis Wei Jian found out about this. He asked how he could lend seeds to foreigners, so he drank too much and went to his daughter-in-law's room."
When the businessmen heard these things from the powerful, they couldn't help but be stunned. Some people swallowed and asked, "Is the wife here pretty?"
"She is the third young lady of the servant's family. I took a look at her and she was very dignified and beautiful. It's a pity that she married this useless man."
"Then her husband isn't embarrassed?"
"Why is there any embarrassment? Holding my son and laughing happily. It was originally a top secret and no one knew about it. But if there are one, there will be two. If there are more, it will naturally get through the wall."
Zhang Zhou opened his mouth to talk about the matter of picking up ashes. He admired the playful expressions of the people in the merchant city and wanted to stop. He was a little drunk, but as soon as he finished speaking, his head suddenly buzzed. Then, his words One turn.
In the eyes of outsiders, Zhang Zhou continued with a weird smile: "What expressions are you looking at? You are shocked at this. You are really ignorant... Let me tell you something sensational. Do you know the secret of the prince's death? ?The death of the prince back then was not that simple!"
When he said these words, he also raised his voice, which was not quiet.
There were several people sitting in the next room, and they were drinking to make orders. The loser was punished with a drink, and they were pouring the wine. Suddenly they heard this and their movements stopped.
I had no intention of eavesdropping on what the people in the private room were saying, but when they heard the words "death of the prince", the people in the next room felt that the wine was a bit unpleasant to drink.
They even looked at each other with hesitant expressions, wondering which idiot was so bold that he dared to talk about the death of the prince in the confines of the capital, and said that it was a big secret?
Good guy, you are really not afraid of death!
But the seriousness of this matter is not comparable to that of the current emperor and grandson. After all, no matter how noble the prince is, the prince who has been dead for twenty years is far inferior to a living prince.
When one person was pouring wine, he spilled some, and then ordered the dishes with chopsticks: "Master Yang, are we..."
A certain man named Mr. Yang leaned over and said with a smile: "Don't panic. This hotel is not small anymore. It is a time-honored hotel. No one can come here. There are really stupid people out there. Let's listen."
"Manager Zhang..."
When Zhang Zhou said these words, he had not yet realized what he had just said. The businessmen sitting next to him stiffened and looked a little unnatural.
Is Zhang Zhou drunk?
Wasn't it quite measured when you talked to Zhang Zhou before?
Why are you suddenly talking about the dead prince?
It's not right to say that my companion started the fight first! The companion just asked Zhang Zhou to tell some interesting gossip about the powerful circles in the capital, but he didn’t ask about the royal family!
Besides, what kind of interesting story is the death of the prince?
But then I thought about it, how many years has it been since the prince died?
The deterrent effect has long been gone. Even if Zhang Zhou was drunk and mentioned the prince and said a few words, it would not be considered a big deal.
Of course, if it is no longer a deterrent, it is ultimately the royal family’s business and should not be discussed.
The businessmen were stunned for a moment, and they all spoke one after another, trying to lead the topic elsewhere.
"I heard that there are so many marquises in the capital that you can easily meet one while walking on the road. I wonder if it's true or not?"
"Manager Zhang, drink, drink first!"
"I have always heard that His Highness the King of Shu is the most kind-hearted. Manager Zhang is really envious of us to follow such a master."
A group of people persuaded him to drink and tried to stop Zhang Zhou's mouth, but Zhang Zhou was lost in the lake and seemed to be awake. He always felt that he still had something to say, and he had to say it all to feel happy.
"You guys are too cowardly. What can't you say?" Zhang Zhou ignored the merchant's sudden change of expression and started shouting drunkenly.
