However, looking at Xu Wenshu's attitude, asking him for help is probably a no-go, and most people think so.
Fang Zheng stood up and cupped his hands and said, "Thank you so much, Mr. Xu, for clarifying my doubts today. I won't bother you if you go about your business first. I'll treat you to dinner another day."
Xu Wenshu also stood up and returned the greeting.
Just as Fang Zhengyi was about to turn around and leave, he caught a glimpse of the book on the table and became happy.
"Master Xu, are you still reading Journey to the West? To be honest, I wrote it. Don't tell others."
"Ah?" Xu Wenshu was a little embarrassed at first, but was shocked when he heard Fang Zhengyi's words. He picked up the book and said, "Did you write this Journey to the West?"
"Yeah, okay, okay, you just need to know about this, but don't spread it to me. Being too famous is not a good thing."
Xu Wenshu gave a thumbs up: "I admire it! I really admire it, but I have a question. How come the Eighty-one Difficulties of Learning from the Scriptures were written down to the Daughter's Kingdom? There should be more in the future, right?"
"No way? We have already reached the Paradise."
"Ah! That's it!"
The two of them smiled at the same time as all men knew.
...
After Fang Zheng left, Xu Wenshu showed a thoughtful expression.
Until I got home from work, I still felt like something was wrong.
But I can't say what's wrong with it.
After the meal, Xu Wenshu leaned on a chair in the hall, and his son Xu Hongcai came forward to serve tea.
Seeing that something was wrong with his expression, he asked, "Dad, what's wrong with you today? You feel a little distraught. Could it be that something happened to you?"
Xu Wenshu said oh, and picked up the tea cup: "There is something really strange today. Fang Zheng came to see me at the household department. Tsk... He said some nice things, which is not like his personality. The more I think about it, the more something is wrong."
Xu Hongcai became interested: "Is this the Fang Zhengyi you said is troublesome?"
"Haha, there is such a number one person in Beijing, who else could it be? By the way, that Journey to the West was written by him. Don't read it again."
"Ah? This person is actually the author of Journey to the West!"
"Well...it's indeed a bit unexpected, and the writing is quite good." Xu Wenshu was still thinking about it in his mind.
Seeing this, Xu Hongcai asked: "Dad, since he only said good things, what else is there to think about? Maybe it's nothing."
"Impossible!" Xu Wenshu put down the tea cup heavily and warned: "Hongcai, as an official in the court, you have to walk on thin ice at all times."
"Especially when dealing with people like Fang Zhengyi who don't follow common sense, you have to be a hundred times more careful. You might be hurt by a hidden arrow one day."
"But he's pretty good. The Jin Yiwei has great power, and I haven't heard of anyone he killed."
"Everyone in the court thought he was a dog that was biting randomly, but now they know he is a hedgehog. As long as they don't provoke him, nothing will happen to him."
"But now that the hedgehog is actively approaching, there must be something fishy!"
Xu Hongcai hesitated for a moment and said hesitantly: "Dad, I feel that you are overly concerned."
Xu Wenshu sneered: "Careless? Dad has been in the officialdom for half his life. Some things cannot be judged with common sense, but with intuition!"
"Did you know that animals will behave strangely before the earth collapses? Rats come out in groups, and ducks and geese don't want to go into the water."
"Today, a dog is spitting out human words. This is an ominous sign!"
Xu Hongcai: "Uh..."
...
In the Zhenfu Division, Fang Zhengyi still hasn't returned home.
Xu Wenshu was a bit reluctant, so it seemed that he would have to use some means to persuade him.
Qian Desheng was also accompanying him. Seeing that he had not spoken for a long time, he couldn't help but ask: "Master, have you hired any help today?"
Fang Zheng shook his head: "No."
"Who are you talking about? Let me see if I can think of something. Our Jinyiwei have been collecting information from all sources in the capital, maybe it can be of use."
"The Minister of Hubu, Xu Wenshu."
Qian Desheng fell into deep thought. He had an impression of the name Xu Wenshu.
Not long after, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind: "Master, wait a moment, I'm going to get something."
After saying that, he hurriedly ran out of the public room. After a while, he returned with a stack of documents and placed them in front of Fang Zheng's table.
"Sir, these are the news about the Secretary of the Ministry of Finance. There are detailed records of the family members, as well as the business in the capital, and whoever has been contacted."
Fang Zheng frowned: "Did you send someone to his house? Didn't you stop him from going too far?"
Qian Desheng waved his hands repeatedly: "No, sir, what you asked for is all publicly collected from the market. Anyone who wants to find it can find it. Our Jinyiwei has close contact with the newspaper and the people in the street. It couldn't be easier to find out about these things." "
Fang Zheng nodded and then started to read the documents.
After looking through it for a long time, Fang Zhengyi smiled and handed the document to Qian Desheng.
Qian Desheng read: "Xu Ping, Xu Wenshu's nephew, opened a jade shop in the capital called Qingguang Pavilion. He had a lot of business with officials and businessmen."
"Master, do you want to start with this person?"
Fang Zheng said: "Yes, no one is more suitable than him. Tomorrow you take Zhang Biao to negotiate a deal with him, give him some extra benefits, and get it back to me after signing the contract."
"By the way, where is Zhang Biao? Why can't you stay home recently? Where have you gone?"
Qian Desheng smiled: "Where else could I go? I went to Taoyuan Medical Clinic. Didn't that Wang Meng dissect death row prisoners? He studied muscles with others, and last month he published a book called Prisoner Fitness. He Isn’t it several months since my son was born? He said he would use it to train his son in the future, sir, you don’t know, right?”
"Holy crap! Is there such a thing?" Fang Zheng was speechless.
During this period of time, Jing was busy taking care of his wife and was in no mood to think about anything else.
Brother Biao gave birth to a son a few months ago, named Zhang Xiaobiao.
I was still taking care of him at home earlier, but then Zhang Biao disappeared. I didn’t expect that... his educational ideas were so advanced that he would publish a book for his son!
However, his son is a potential fitness stock. He looks like a small fist stone since he was born. He may surpass Zhang Biao's achievements with practice.
"Oh my God, his son is still practicing. When he is three years old, he can break my legs when he jumps." Fang Zhengyi sighed.
"Who says it's not the case? His son looks like a rock. What will he be like in the future?" Qian Desheng sighed.
"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it. Hey, how are the sales of his books going?"
"It sounds unlucky for prisoners to exercise. Who would buy it? He printed a batch and sent it to the guardhouse. They are all piled up in the hut. This time the paper is enough."
Fang Zheng smacked his lips, poor Brother Biao, it was the first or last time in his life to publish a book and he faced such an embarrassing situation.
It seems that I am the only one who can save it!
As soon as Fang Zheng picked up the brush, he wrote a line of words on the paper and handed it to Qian Desheng: "Go to the printing shop tomorrow and ask them to change the title of the book and print a new batch."
Qian Desheng unfolded the note and looked at it, then fell silent.
[Follow me and you too can become a muscle tyrant. 】
"Ahem, sir. I'm off topic. You haven't told me how to do business with Xu Ping?"
"You will take Zhang Biao with you tomorrow, just like this... like this..."
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