After hearing this, Tongpao Chen had no trouble in his heart. Because he was not a member of the Liu Party, it was just a coincidence that the prefect had to flatter him in order to survive. Now, if you go to a place where there are many members of his party, you are entering the tiger's den alone. How can you be optimistic? But in order to win the trust of Liu Dang, he must behave vulgarly.
He only brewed his emotions for a while, but for some reason, he suddenly burst into tears with excitement. The muscles on his face twitched, and a few lines of hot tears hung down. He trembled all over and knelt down, with golden light in his eyes, and kowtowed to Kuang Chang as if he were worshiping Buddha. He rang his head five or six times: "Thank you, Lord Kuang, for your great kindness! Thank you, Lord Kuang, for your great kindness! Your sponsorship is enough to make this villain unforgettable!"
Kuang Chang laughed and said: "We have been over-reputed. How can such a lovable talent like you not be appreciated? You can have a bright future if you leave here."
"Don't dare!" The colleague wiped away his tears and took two more steps forward. "This little man's life was given by the adults. How could he forget about the governor just because he was trapped in wealth for a while? I should say more about you. The merit of recommendation..."
"Okay, okay," Kuang Chang waved his hand and motioned for his servants to help him stand up, "I know it all. You go back and rest for a few days and have a peaceful sleep."
Tongpao Chen pulled back his hands and retreated. When he saw him walking away, Kuang Chang sneered to his confidants: "This Magistrate Chen is really a slave. Seeing that I am annoying him, he is still chattering like that..."
"This little guy has never seen the world. If you make him a Beijing official, you will feel great." All the confidants also agreed.
"Judging from the one or two years since he took office, it seems that this person has some ability and there will always be no trouble in his rule. Look at what Nanjing has become in the past few years. But his vision is very low, and he only wants glory and wealth. In the end, you won’t be able to accomplish much.”
"I'm afraid General Liu is going to make a mistake..."
Chen Tongpao left the governor's office and walked straight to the government office. He entered the main hall, took off his official uniform, wiped the screen wall, and saw Hunan people dressed in brocade and hurriedly greeting them.
"Sixing," he called the Xiang people and said seriously, "You should wear less clothes like this. You are clearly violating the government's order. The fault is on me."
The Xiang man tugged at the hem of his clothes and said with a smile, "Senior taught me that. But I only wear these clothes at home, and ordinary cloth clothes are not breathable."
"But I can't control you from now on, so take care of yourself." Tongpao Chen didn't look at him and ate tea quietly.
"What...what do you mean?" Xiangren immediately frowned.
"Governor Kuang has informed me," he put down the tea bowl, "that the imperial envoy will arrive in two days and order me to take up a post in Beijing. For the sake of being a comrade for many years, I want to tell you in advance to avoid sharpening my sword before the battle."
The Xiang people immediately understood the meaning of his words, hurriedly clasped their fists, and said firmly: "I can't live here today without the help of Mr. Chen. Now that Mr. Chen has gone, even if he is sitting here enjoying his career, he also feels that I feel ashamed. I hope that for the rest of my life I will just follow the master's lead, and a mere dyeing workshop is nothing!"
"What a great ambition!" Chen Tongpao clapped his hands and said, "You are a clever boy. If you follow him to Beijing and buy a marquis, won't it be easy for you to participate in the government?"
"This junior thinks so too. But after all, this industry was founded by my elder brother, so we should not take the entrustment lightly." The Guoxiang man twirled his beard and looked at Chen Tongpao from the corner of his eye.
"How about leaving it to Shopkeeper Wen?"
"Him? I...I'll give it a try."
"Who?"
Wen Zhong was sitting on the second floor of the gambling house counting money when he heard the door knock twice.
"Brother Wen, me."
He opened the wooden door and invited the man in: "He's from Hunan. Come, sit down and talk about something."
The room was dimly lit, so the man from Hunan sat under the window, and a ray of white light shone on his face.
"Is Brother Wen willing to take over the family business of this dyeing workshop?"
"Oh?" Wen Zhong couldn't help but was stunned. He thought this was another plan of the Hunan people, so he couldn't help but be cautious, "What, Sixing doesn't want to do it anymore?"
"Master Chen is about to enter the capital. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me to honor my ancestors! I can't give it up in vain. I have to give up these properties because I have to choose between the two."
Although Wen Zhong's friendship with the family has faded away, he can't help but still retain a little anger when he thinks of his old friend who has been with him for many years. He didn't answer, but thought for a long time before speaking out from the corner of his cold mouth: "Sixing, your calculation is wrong."
"What?" Guoxiang stood up and his tone became increasingly rude.
"This business is your brother's hard work! It's not your own. You just step on it under your feet to pave the way for your promotion and wealth? I advise you to curb your impetuous temper and don't chase after these things. , don’t forget your duty!” Wen Zhong banged the table hard.
"Shopkeeper Wen, what does my late brother mean by giving me the word 'Sixing'? Isn't it just to help me revitalize the family and fulfill his unfinished wish!" People from Guoxiang's eyes were red, "Also, you know first What did my brother say before he died? He asked me to be a high official so that I could earn back the dignity and face I had lost by playing house! Don’t trample on others severely, don’t let others see my way of living in Hunan, and don’t let others see me. Why do you have to worry about the word 'Xing'!"
Wen Zhong smiled and shook his head: "That was your brother's mistake in the end... He has been striving for fame all his life, and he understands the principle of full moon and loss. But you don't understand, you have to fight for an illusory 'xing', and then lose it. My true intention is to be led by someone else’s nose!”
The Xiang people have realized that their two thoughts are completely conflicting, and there is no room for explanation. He no longer obsessed with verbal arguments, but raised his head high and replied coldly: "I have made up my mind. Brother Wen loves to guard one-third of an acre so much, so just guard it."
"I'm waiting for you to embark on a dead end," Wen Zhong turned around. "Everything you are chasing now will eventually be scattered to the ground."
"My name in the history of history is waiting for me. I also need to take the position of a big family..." Guoxiang knocked on the wall at the door and shook off a lot of dust, "But shopkeeper Wen is only qualified to live in Jiangdu County. .”
"Wen is willing!" Wen Zhong shouted desperately at the door where the person had left.
When the people from Hunan returned to the dyeing workshop, they gathered all the stewards together, told them what they were going to do, and ordered all matters to be handed over to Wen Zhong, without any obstacles.
Wen Zhong took over such a vast industry quite calmly, but he was not happy at all. After the Hunan people left, too many dignitaries came to pay homage to the new leader. However, he himself had witnessed the vicissitudes of these years and looked at the dense accounts, but his expression seemed dull. He sighed with his confidants: "It's too late." When my brother was still alive, who inside and outside Yangzhou was not afraid of him? However, during his life of wealth, he could not even control his family property at the end of his life, leaving it to others for nothing. As for the people from Hunan, they were obsessed with fame and fame, even more than his brother. He wanted to come to Beijing. There are ups and downs, and if there is no way out and there is no way out, everything will be in vain! It is better to live with peace of mind, which seems to be leisurely and happy." Then he stopped working in other industries such as pawnshops.
The house has become desolate at a rate of a month, and there are only a few dyeing shops as before.
