The morning in Bianliang is very dry, much better than in Fangzhou.
Cao An opened his eyes and saw a bowl of hot porridge and two plates of side dishes on the table.
"Mr. Lang, you're awake."
Arhat opened the door and came in.
This time he changed his title again, replacing the less elegant title of 'eldest brother' with 'Lang Jun', a title that everyone in the Song Dynasty liked, which was an honorific title.
Cao An smiled, picked up the porridge and drank it all in one gulp, "You carried me back?"
Arhat stood aside respectfully and said a little unnaturally: "Yesterday, you and the young master were drunk, so I, Chang Chun and Wu Han carried you back."
Changchun, Wuhan?
I'm still in Xi'an...
Cao An cursed and said suddenly: "You said they were the two guards left by Yun Sheng?"
"Exactly!"
"The young master said that since you have just come back, it is not appropriate for him to show up frequently. So I asked these two people to stay and be responsible for protecting your safety."
Arhat's eyes showed some admiration and said: "Lang Jun, these two people are masters at first glance. Especially Chang Chun, whose hands are covered with calluses from holding knives, he is from the military at first glance!"
No matter what happens, masters are worthy of respect.
Cao An glanced toward the door and said, "Tell them to come in."
Two very powerful men from the Central Plains, no less tall than Arhats.
"The villain is Wuhan and Changchun. I have met Lang Jun."
The two of them bowed respectfully as soon as they entered the door. Apparently Zhao Yunsheng had already told them in advance.
"Would you like to follow me?"
Cao An nodded slightly, put the last two rice grains in the bowl into his mouth, picked up a towel and wiped it with his hands, his every move and frown was very natural.
The two looked at each other, and after a while they said softly: "My young master said, you will be our master from now on."
This is unwillingness...
Cao An smiled inwardly, stood up and took out a money bag from under the bed.
"Three times a month, double salary at the end of the year. In addition to the benefits during the New Year and holidays, every time a business is completed, another 20% will be added."
Based on the current per capita income in Bianliang, excluding those who hold the iron rice bowl, the average family's annual income is only three to five thousand yuan.
Although Chang Chun and Wu Han worked as errands in the Prince of Chu's Mansion, they only had two dollars per month to support them. Even if the Prince's Mansion often provided rewards, they were never as generous as Cao An.
Cao An didn't say much and asked again: "Are you willing to work with me?"
"willing!"
Wu Han was the kind of rough and honest man, and he immediately said: "Since the young master has transferred a certain class to the husband, and he still has so much money every month... there is nothing I don't want to do!"
The two may be loyal enough, but loyalty and money are not in conflict at the moment.
"And you?"
Cao Anxiao looked at Chang Chun and said calmly: "If you don't want to, just say so. I won't blame you. You can go back to Prince Chu's Mansion now... Don't worry, I won't sue you."
You won't complain, but there's no guarantee that the young father-in-law won't get angry.
Chang Chun hesitated and said: "I am willing to be your guard, but..."
You let a former royal guard go to the streets with you to collect protection money and act like a gangster... No matter how you hear this, it sounds like forcing a good girl into prostitution.
Cao An looked at him and asked, "Are you getting married?"
"No."
"Follow someone and buy a car and a house! Get a wife and have children!"
"..."
Chang Chun was moved.
Mainly because Cao An's tone was too confident.
Have you ever seen such a confident gangster? And his ancestors were powerful...
…
"The location is good, but the house is too dilapidated and needs to be renovated."
On Bianhe Street, Cao An stood in front of a shop at the intersection: "Arhat, go find the shopkeeper."
This is a clothing store that has been closed for a long time due to poor management.
The shopkeeper was in a hurry to rent it out. When he heard someone came to inquire, he immediately greeted him with a smile.
"Cao...Cao..."
The shopkeeper was an honest man. After meeting Cao An, he didn't know how to address him.
Many people knew exactly what happened to Li Saner and his gang yesterday, and the news spread in just one day.
And the point is...
This man was once a powerful son, and he was very close to the young prince of the Prince of Chu!
The shopkeeper hesitated, shook his head wildly like he was avoiding a savage beast, and said: "Little... little man... I won't rent it anymore, I won't rent it anymore."
"You're so unreasonable. There's a lease sign on the door, but when people come, you're going to regret it?"
Wu Han stood behind Cao An, pinching his waist and glaring at the shopkeeper.
Perhaps the majesty he had developed in a wealthy family was too strong, and the shopkeeper immediately softened: "Don't be surprised, Mr. Cao, I'm renting something, isn't it okay for me to rent something?"
The feeling of bullying is really...
Cao An sighed inwardly and showed a smile that he thought was kind: "Don't be afraid, shopkeeper. Since it's a lease, it means the money is paid in full. Don't worry, the rent will not be reduced."
How could the shopkeeper feel at ease? He quickly said: "Cao Langjun will give it to you as long as he sees it."
"How about fifteen coins a month?"
"good!"
"In addition, someone in the back yard also needs to use it."
"Can!"
The shopkeeper agreed almost without hesitation.
Judging from the flow of people on Bianhe Street, January 15th is considered fair. As for the courtyard, it is idle anyway, so the shopkeeper will naturally not say much.
In his opinion, it was extremely rare for someone like Cao An to be able to discuss things well with him.
Otherwise, what will happen to Li Saner!
I heard that their whereabouts are still unknown after they were taken away by the nursing home of Prince Chu’s Mansion...
It is said that people are born with three parts of their own flesh and blood, and this is absolutely true.
Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, undermining the superior and flattering the inferior, this tradition has been passed down in China for thousands of years, and it is truly enduring.
After successfully renting the shop and giving a deposit of 50 yuan, Cao An didn't have much money left.
However, he did not panic and continued to order: "Chang Chun, you and Luo Han go to the street to find some craftsmen who are repairing houses. Make an agreement in advance and pay for the work materials first."
"ah?"
Chang Chun was stunned for a moment.
Why don't you just say it's ready?
Arhat looked indifferent, patted Chang Chun on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Brother Chun, I may not be as good as you in fighting, but I am good at this!"
After the two left, Cao An looked at Wu Han again and said with a smile: "I heard that you two are the most powerful guards in the Chu Palace?"
When Wu Han heard this, he showed an extremely reserved expression, "The villain once fought a wild bear with his bare hands in the mountains! A villain like Arhat can kill ten of them!"
The new owner was generous and gave him three thousand dollars as soon as he came on board.
Although Wu Han is upright, he also knows that there is no free pie in the world.
Cao An stood up with a smile and patted Wu Han on the shoulder, "Then it's up to you from now on. Let's make a fortune together..."
"Don't worry, Mr. Lang, I will protect you!"
Wuhan's chest clattered loudly.
…
The next day.
There are more than 200 shops on Bianhe Street. At the same time, they received invitations from Cao An, inviting shopkeepers to come to the Cao Chamber of Commerce for a banquet three days later.
"Cao's Chamber of Commerce?"
Jia Changjun, the shopkeeper of Yichun Tower, played with the invitation in his hand, "Oh, it seems that this Cao An wants to set up a stick in Bianliang!"
In the room, many storekeepers were present.
One of the elders sneered: "Just him?"
Everyone also agreed.
"How many years have it passed? There has never been such an arrogant ruffian in Bianliang City! Do you really think that we are all made up of mud?"
"He swept away half the street as soon as he took action, and he offended more than just our family? If we all join forces to get him into Kaifeng Mansion, he will be sentenced to at least ten years!"
"Shopkeeper Jia, is the person behind your family willing to take action? If possible, each of us can take ten guan, which will be regarded as money for a cup of tea for the nobleman."
Those who can do business in Bianliang will have several backers behind them.
How could they be frightened by a rogue?
