Ten million dollars, all gone in one day.
Black, too dark, it’s like a money grab.
Wang Wan was sitting in the carriage and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
The only consoling news now is that all the money belongs to Huaiguzi. Anyway, I borrowed it with no intention of paying it back, so if I lose, I’ll lose.
After thinking about it this way, Wang Wan felt much better.
But then I thought about it, wouldn’t it be better to keep these tens of millions of dollars to buy land? It's such a waste to waste money like this.
Wang Wan sighed and said to the coachman: "Let's go back home."
The carriage was not very fast, and the carriage Wang Wan was riding in did not have the sign of the Prime Minister's Palace. He didn't want others to know that the dignified prime minister came to the Exorcist Tower to inquire about the news.
That would be too embarrassing, and I really can't afford to embarrass this person.
Therefore, what Wang Wan was riding today was an ordinary carriage, which was often seen on the streets and common people were accustomed to it.
Just because the people were accustomed to it, some people did not deliberately avoid it, but talked freely around the carriage.
Their voices were loud and Wang Wan could hear them clearly.
One of the people said: "You think this gentleman is poor, who is he?"
Another person said: "Isn't there news that this person is Chun Yuyue?"
Someone else said: "Otherwise, Chunyu Jia, the steward of Chunyu Mansion, just refuted the rumor and said that this matter has absolutely nothing to do with Dr. Chunyu."
The other people sneered: "It may not be irrelevant. If it were really Dr. Chunyu, they wouldn't admit it."
Then someone said: "Whether he is Dr. Chunyu or not, this gentleman is a fool because he is poor."
Other people agreed: "Yes, if it weren't for this person, how could we make money? We really made a fortune this time."
After a while, there was another group of people outside the carriage. They are also talking about the gentleman being poor.
After a while, it was the third wave of people...
Wang Wan became more and more puzzled as he listened: A gentleman is always poor? What it is? Listening to the opinions of these people, there is a person who calls a gentleman a poor man? What did he do? Why do so many people seem to be mocking him?
Wang Wan asked the coachman: "Do you know why this gentleman is so poor?"
The coachman replied respectfully: "The villain has been working outside, so he heard some rumors."
"It is said that before the draw for the Exalted Immortal Literature Award, someone opened a handicap and invited everyone to bet. Most people bet on Princess Weiyang or Beiming Youyu."
"After all, their books are widely circulated. From the princes and nobles to the common people, everyone reads them. Everyone likes them very much."
"But there is a person named Junzi Guqiong. This person is particularly optimistic about Dr. Chunyu. He is just optimistic about Dr. Chunyu, but he goes to place a bet. It's just a bet, but he bets ten million yuan at once."
When Wang Wan heard this, his heart sank.
The coachman was completely unaware and kept talking: "These ten million dollars immediately caused a sensation in the entire Xianyang City."
"A few hours later, the results of the literature award came out. This gentleman is so poor that he has become a laughing stock."
"Because he lost the tens of millions of dollars, allowing Princess Weiyang or the people who bet Beiming Youyu to make a huge profit. Therefore, while everyone was mocking the wind, they also gave him a nickname, called Live God of Wealth.”
"Nowadays, many people are speculating on this person's identity. Some people say that no wonder this person is called Junzi Guqiong. With such vision, how can he not be poor."
Wang Wan was very angry after hearing this. She clutched the newspaper tightly with her hands, almost crushing the paper into pieces.
But at this time, there was another group of people outside who were discussing how a gentleman should be poor.
I only heard one commoner say: "We have received the news. The gentleman is poor, and he is Zhou Gui, who sells compasses. When he pledged 10 million yuan, several people saw it and recognized him."
Several others said: "Where did Zhou Gui get all that money? Your news is probably untrue."
The common people said before: "Why is it not true? Zhou Gui is indeed bankrupt, but don't forget that there are always rumors that there are people behind him. Some people even say that the medals he is selling are not his. But it belongs to a big shot.”
The other people suddenly realized: "So, this time Zhou Gui directly deposited 10 million yuan, and he also deposited it for the big shot?"
The people before said: "This must be the case."
Suddenly someone said: "It would be great if we could know who the person behind Zhou Gui is."
Others asked: "What's the use?"
The man said: "Haven't you heard? The newspaper run by Mr. Fu Yao widely solicits news that is novel and interesting and of concern to the people. As long as the news can be verified to be accurate, a reward will be given."
"If we knew who the person behind Zhou Gui was and sold the news to newspapers, wouldn't we be able to make money?"
Everyone else nodded.
Suddenly someone said: "Since Zhou Gui works for that big shot, he will definitely visit that big shot from time to time. We just need to keep an eye on him quietly and observe his whereabouts day and night. It will take less than three to five days. , don’t you know who that big shot is?”
The other people clapped their hands and nodded repeatedly: "This is a great plan."
Wang Wan was frightened for a moment after hearing this: These poor Guizhou leaders are very smart.
He whispered to the coachman: "Go home immediately, and be fast."
The coachman responded, cracked his whip fiercely, and the carriage immediately started speeding down the street.
The first thing Wang Wan did when she returned to the mansion was to send a servant to meet Zhou Gui secretly and warn him not to come to the Prime Minister's mansion recently.
Zhou Gui happily agreed.
He had just helped Wang Wan lose ten million yuan, and he was worried to death. Hearing that Wang Wan didn't see him was great news. How could he not agree?
That night, Zhou Gui took shelter in a broken thatched shed.
When he slept until midnight, Zhou Gui suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
He woke up from his sleep and found that there was another person in the straw shed.
This man was squatting next to him, staring at him with bright eyes.
Zhou Gui was a little scared and whispered: "Who are you? Xianyang City is at the feet of the Emperor, so don't mess around."
Suddenly, the man grinned: "Don't be afraid, Shopkeeper Zhou. I am a good person who keeps to myself and won't do anything to you."
Zhou Gui calmed down a little and whispered: "Then what do you mean by being here?"
This man took out dozens and a half taels of money, waved it in front of Zhou Gui's eyes, and said in a low voice: "As long as Brother Zhou tells me who the big shot behind you is, this money will be yours."
Zhou Gui has been in poverty for too long. Seeing money is like a fly seeing shit.
Although he was working for Wang Wan, Wang Wan was too harsh. He didn't care about food and accommodation at all. Sometimes when Zhou Gui's medals didn't sell well, Wang Wan would beat him up.
Later, Zhou Gui often had to do some hard labor and gave the hard-earned money to Wang Wan in exchange for a day's stability.
Therefore, Zhou Gui was having a hard time these days. He really hoped to get a few pennies to buy some snacks.
Alas, when Zhou's pastry shop was still there, Zhou Gui was tired of eating those pastries.
Now that Zhou's dim sum shop was down, Zhou Gui began to miss the taste extraordinarily.
So, now that Zhou Gui saw the money, he couldn't help but reach out and take the money away.
After Zhou Gui got the money, the common people whispered: "Please tell me quickly, who is instigating you."
Zhou Gui was a little embarrassed.
Tell Wang Wan? Even if he had ten more courages, he wouldn't dare.
But what if you don’t say it? The money you got is going to fly away again.
Zhou Gui thought for a while and whispered: "These dozens and a half taels are not enough."
The common people were also unambiguous and gave Zhou Gui another hundred coins.
Zhou Gui thought for a while and said in a low voice: "The gentleman behind me is actually Dr. Chunyu."
Zhou Gui said that the man was Dr. Chunyu, but he actually had his own agenda.
No one in the civil and military dynasty could afford to offend Zhou Gui.
After thinking about it, Dr. Chunyu is the only one who treats others generously.
If you offend others, you will definitely die, but if you offend Chun Yuyue, there may be a glimmer of hope.
Therefore, Zhou Guibing took risks and spread a rumor to Chun Yuyue.
After hearing Chun Yuyue's name, the people's eyes lit up and they thought: It seems that the rumors outside are true. I didn't expect Dr. Chun Yuyue to be such a person.
The man thanked Zhou Gui and left in a hurry.
After this person left, several more people came to ask Zhou Gui one after another.
Zhou Gui kept raising the price, and finally made two thousand yuan.
Zhou Gui looked at the money, and suddenly his ambition ignited in his heart: I still have the talent for business. As long as you give me a chance, I can definitely turn around.
Look, didn't I make two thousand dollars today by doing a little trick?
While Zhou Gui was complacent, the people were already trying to figure out how to leave the city as soon as possible and go to Shang Jun's Courtyard to report the news.
The city gates were closed at night and it was a grave sin to sneak out of the city.
In fact, these people had already taken a big risk by ignoring the curfew and seeking information from Zhou Gui.
It was still dark, so they could only wait patiently.
This wait lasts for several hours.
After daybreak, these people quickly ran out of the city.
…………
Chunyu Yue also stayed up all night.
It was such a shame and humiliation yesterday. Two of the three candidates won the award, and I was the only one left.
Chunyu Yue even suspected that Li Shui was deliberately causing trouble.
He ate breakfast gloomily, read for a while, and gradually calmed down.
After all, the key to cultivating one's moral character and nourishing one's nature is to nourish one's Qi and be broad-minded, so that one can be successful in all directions.
After dinner, Chunyu Yue asked the housekeeper: "Is there any news on the street today?"
The steward said: "The review team is reviewing the winners of several other awards. It is said that the winners have been identified and will be announced in the next couple of days."
Chunyu Yue gave a faint hum, and then asked: "About the literary award, do the people have any further discussion?"
Chunyu Jia hesitated for a while and said, "Master, there are some rumors outside..."
The more Chunyu saw his hesitant expression, he knew that his words were not good.
However, Chunyu Yue is not afraid, and he is not stunned when people don’t know him. Isn’t he a gentleman?
Chunyu Yue smiled slightly and said calmly: "Tell me about it. You don't have to worry, I'm not afraid of any rumors."
Chunyu Jia looked at his master with admiration, and then said: "There are rumors on the street that the gentleman is poor and belongs to our house."
Chunyu Yue suddenly frowned.
Junzi Guqiong, this guy, inexplicably bet ten million dollars on himself yesterday.
Logically speaking, this is a man with vision, and Chunyu Yue has a good impression of him.
But who would have known that later there were rumors that this gentleman was poor, and it was Chunyu Yue himself. This made Chunyu Yue very embarrassed.
Yesterday, Chunyu Yue had asked the housekeeper to declare that this person was definitely not from Chunyu Mansion.
Why is this rumor still spreading today after making the statement?
Chunyu Yue looked at the housekeeper in confusion.
The housekeeper hesitated for a while, took out a newspaper from his body, and whispered: "It probably has something to do with this."
Chunyu Yue took it over curiously.
There was a big headline in the newspaper: Who is the gentleman Guqiong?
Below are lines of small print.
Let me first narrate the heroic feat of the gentleman yesterday, so that readers will not know what happened.
This is followed by the writer's analysis.
This person analyzed that a gentleman is poor, and he spends ten million yuan at a time, which shows that he has a lot of wealth and is quite powerful.
This alone excludes many poor people.
Therefore, a gentleman's status as a poor man should be a wealthy businessman, a powerful person in Guandong, or an important minister in the court.
The writer eloquently analyzed a large number of things, but did not explain why.
The key news is below.
In an inconspicuous corner, there are a few words written:
Today, several people provided information to this newspaper.
According to these people, the merchant Zhou Gui bet on the ten million yuan that the gentleman was so poor.
The person behind Zhou Gui is the rich man who provided ten million yuan.
Who is this person? According to Zhou Zhougui, it was Dr. Chunyu.
There are two reasons.
First, Dr. Chunyu was a wealthy man from Xianyang. He had a huge fortune and could spend tens of millions of dollars.
Secondly, Dr. Chunyu is a strong contender for the Exalted Immortal Literature Award. Bet on yourself, and if you really win the prize, you will gain both fame and fortune.
It's a pity that people's calculations are not as good as God's calculations, and they failed miserably.
Immediately afterwards, the writer added that these reports were all hearsay and unconfirmed. This newspaper believes in Dr. Chunyu's character and would never do such a thing.
After Chunyu Yue read it, he was so angry that his mouth was full of smoke.
This newspaper is really deceiving people. If you don’t believe that I did it, why would you publish an article here?
The thousands of words in front of me are all proving that I am a gentleman and a poor man.
Finally, I said lightly that I believe in my character.
Do you believe it, do the people believe it?
Chunyu Yue held the newspaper and gritted his teeth and said to Chunyu Jia: "Prepare the car, I want to enter the palace, I want to see Your Majesty, I want to see Young Master Fu Yao. I want to confront Young Master Fu Yao in front of Your Majesty."
Chunyu Jia said worriedly: "Master, please don't get angry. Anger is very harmful to the body."
Chunyu Yue nodded and began to take a deep breath.
But after taking a few deep breaths, it didn't work at all.
Suddenly, he shouted: "It's tolerable, but what can't be tolerated? I just got angry today. Why don't you prepare the car quickly? I will enter the palace immediately."
