Chu Qing wanted to lift the table and smoke another cigarette.
But there's no woman around, so there's no need to be cool.
If you don't make money, don't do it. As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Songling and the merchants all changed their expressions.
Everyone looked at Chu Qing, trying to figure out what the boy's purpose was.
Chu Qing used chopsticks to pick up the dishes on the silver plate, with an inexplicable smile on his lips.
"Master Chu."
Zhang Songling stood up and walked slowly to Chu Qing, his smile faded by three points, and his gray eyebrows raised slightly.
"Everyone says that merchants are despicable, but they are fat. That's not the case. Mr. Chu doesn't know the details. As Mr. Chu said just now, since you can't make money, it's better not to engage in this lowly business. But has Mr. Chu thought about it? What will be the consequences if the merchants in this courtyard are all selfish and no longer manage the property?"
Chu Qing held his forehead, looking like he was asking for advice humbly.
What are the consequences?
What else could the consequences be? A free market, healthy competition, and a hundred flowers blooming.
Zhang Songling casually pointed at the merchants behind him and sighed deeply: "If you all become rich men and don't stir up trouble, there will be chaos in the capital."
This time, Chu Qing was really interested: "Hey, Mr. Zhang, if you mention the word 'chaos', I, the deputy commander of Qianqiying, will not get drunk."
After finishing speaking, Chu Qing looked at the merchants with ill intentions.
Seeing this from Chu Qing, one of the merchants was so excited that he quickly explained: "Master Chu, please don't misunderstand me, please don't misunderstand me. What Master Zhang means is that if we don't carry out our humble business, the capital will be in chaos, and the capital will be in chaos." No, no, no, it’s because the shops are in a mess. If we leave, the shops will be closed. Where will the people’s food and rice come from, and where will their clothes come from…”
"Yes, there are also these chariots and horses, and these iron tools..."
"We are businessmen, but we are also loyal to the emperor and patriotic. Although life is tight, we still grit our teeth and support. If we don't support, the capital will be in chaos..."
"That's it. I don't dare to retreat. I can't retreat. If we retreat, we will be free and at ease. How miserable will the people in the capital be..."
Chu Qing grinned, really shocked, completely stunned.
Originally, he thought he was very thick-skinned until he met Qiu Wanshan.
Originally, he thought Qiu Wanshan was very thick-skinned, but now he saw this group of businessmen!
A group of capitalists, capitalists who monopolize the market, actually say that they are serving the country and the people? !
This group of capitalists are making a lot of money and sucking the flesh and blood of the people, and they say they are doing it for the people? !
Grinning and staring, Chu Qing didn't know how to refute for a moment.
Capitalists talking about patriotism is the funniest fucking joke in Zhongzhou.
Zhang Songling said slowly: "I also know that Mr. Chu has a good personal relationship with Yin Ma Rui of Jingzhao Mansion. Why don't Mr. Chu bring a message to Ma Rui for me? It's not easy for merchants. I grit my teeth and support him. If he is in Jingzhao The Zhao Mansion became so desperate that the merchants really closed their shops, and the consequences...were unimaginable."
With a "pop" sound, Chu Qing slapped his palm on the low table and stood up suddenly, making many businessmen lean back in fright.
"Ma Rui!" Chu Qing gnashed his teeth and growled: "The dog official is forcing merchants like this. I am ashamed to be associated with him!"
Zhang Songling burst out laughing. The merchants were stunned for a moment, and then laughed tacitly.
Chu Qing's "anger" came and went quickly. He picked up the wine glass and said, "I understand, Ma Rui, a dog official, is so blind that he dares to force you kind-hearted gentlemen who are loyal and patriotic and endure humiliation. He is extremely hateful. When I see him tomorrow, I will definitely scold him. Gentlemen, have a drink together."
Everyone raised their wine glasses and paid homage to Chu Qing from a distance.
In the Zhang Mansion Garden, laughter and laughter came again. Green Pearl, who took off her veil, began to play the piano. Dancers shuttled among them, dancing with light veils and graceful figures. The guests and hosts were enjoying themselves. Everyone was drinking and spraying Jingzhao Mansion Ma Rui. , Chu Qing squirted most enthusiastically.
Fu San looked sideways. In Chu Qing's eyes, he saw anger, a kind of sadness, and more importantly, an emotion he had never seen before. This emotion was a bit like what he had seen at the border. , those soldiers faced several times the number of cold thieves, and they had to fight to the death if they wanted to defeat the fish and trap the animals.
The alcohol content was not high, but it was intoxicating. The melancholy sound filled her ears. The dancer was pulled into the merchant's arms and held his hands up and down.
There were also two maids sitting next to Chu Qing, who were a little cautious.
When the sound of the piano stopped, Zhang Songling waved to Luzhu, who sat in Zhang Songling's arms.
Who would have thought that there would be such a scene at night in the residence of the right minister of the Ministry of Rites of Dachang Dynasty.
Luzhu snuggled into Zhang Songling's arms and said with a chuckle: "Master Zhang, I met Commander Chu a few days ago."
"Yes." Zhang Songling laughed and looked at Chu Qing: "I forgot. I just said that women should not go out and make people laugh. Why don't you go give Master Chu a drink to apologize?"
Lu Zhu covered her mouth and smiled sweetly, then walked over holding the wine glass.
Arriving in front of Chu Qing, Lu Zhu blinked at the former, and then cast a flirtatious look at Fu San at the same time.
Unfortunately, the third brother only had eyes for the silver plate on the low table.
"Master Chu, this little girl is blind, and I apologize to you."
Covering the wine glass, Green Pearl drank it all in one gulp.
Chu Qing didn't dare to speak casually because he didn't know what Lu Zhu told Zhang Songling and was afraid of revealing the truth.
Opposite me, an old and middle-class businessman who was about to be buried in the earth. He didn't know if he drank too much or something. He asked with his teeth: "I wonder if Mr. Chu is married now. If not, I have an adopted daughter in my family. She is both talented and beautiful. She doesn’t want to be a big wife, even being a concubine is fine. How about sending her to the Chu Mansion some other time."
Everyone knows about the so-called "adopted daughter". What kind of adopted daughter do you like? I will go and find some goddaughters right away.
Lu Zhu smiled sweetly: "Mr. Park, please don't say it's a joke. Master Chu is such a young and handsome man. His vision must be lofty and unattainable."
"That's right. What Master Chu can like, it has to be someone as stunning as Miss Luzhu."
Luzhu's smile made her branches tremble: "I can't get into Mr. Chu's eyes. You think so, Mr. Chu."
After finishing speaking, Lu Zhu poured another glass of wine for Chu Qing, and then gave the third brother a wink as usual.
Chu Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Just when he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed that Zhang Songling's face looked a little unnatural.
Chu Qing didn't understand women, so he didn't understand men. He was afraid of causing trouble for Lu Zhu, so he waved his hand and said, "I'm drinking and don't like the company of women, so go and accompany Mr. Zhang."
But who knows that Chu Qing is not willing to flirt with Lu Zhu. Mr. Park, who had drunk too much, laughed and said: "Lv Zhu, come on, Mr. Chu has a high vision, and I have a low vision. Come sit here quickly."
As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of several sober merchants changed slightly, and there was a hint of anger in Zhang Songling's eyes.
The only person present was Fu San, who was still staring at the silver plate on the low table, as if thinking about the philosophy of life.
