Han Bairen shot, and with a big kick, Wang Hai was shot to the door frame, and at the same time, he could reach out and grab a pile of banknotes.
Not to mention anything else, this hand and foot coordination ability is not something that ordinary people can develop.
"Pocket money?"
Han Bairen grabbed a handful of banknotes and said with contempt on his face: "Even a father like me doesn't have so much pocket money, so you fucking deserve it. Damn you."
Han You: "..."
Han Bairen stuffed all the banknotes into his arms and laughed loudly: "I've got the money, that's enough, that's enough. I'm going to go rob the rich families in the south."
Han You didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Dad, if you are short of money, just ask, my boy is rich."
"Oh, this money, every penny spent is worth a penny, but you can spend it wisely."
Wang Hai, who was rubbing his belly, stood up, turned around and went out.
Brother Hai's expression was indifferent, what a big deal, I thought you were going to snatch the "Book of Songs" in my arms.
Han Bairen was pleased with himself: "You'er, all this money was earned by businessmen?"
"Well, almost."
"In just over a month, you actually made nearly 3,000 guan?"
"Um..." Han You scratched the back of his head: "I don't have a rough estimate. I just sold books, memberships and pre-sales. Yes, and in the two days when the villa opened, I probably made a few thousand gu. I originally had 20 yuan left. There are many thousands of dollars, and a lot has been invested."
"How many?!"
Han Bairen was so excited again that his eyes almost popped out of his head: "How could the villa make so much money if it failed to rob it?"
"How should I put it? It's just... I made it blindly, and most of it was stolen."
"false?"
"It's mainly because of Lei... No, it's mainly because the Ma family is rich. Didn't I fight with people from Majiazhuang before? Because I broke dozens of their legs, the Ma family paid me 200,000 yuan."
Han Bairen's CPU couldn't turn around.
No, I often break other people's legs. Why do I always pay for it myself instead of the person who suffers from it? Does it differ from person to person?
Han Bairen made up his mind. In the next few days, when he had nothing to do, he would beat up some Ma family members and break a few legs to see if he could compensate him.
"You'er, you're not very experienced in the world."
Han Bairen said earnestly: "It's not a good thing to make too much money. Do you know how many wealthy businessmen in the previous dynasty were inexplicably arrested by the Yidao guard on charges, and many of them broke down and destroyed their families?"
"But the boy is the commander of the Yidao Guards."
Han Bairen was stunned for a moment.
Yes, my son is the commander of the Yi Dao Guard. It would be good if he doesn’t check others. Why do you check yourself?
"Oh, even if you are a Yi Dao Guard, there are so many scornful scholars in the capital. They look down on merchants the most. Seeing that you make too much money, they will probably criticize you."
"I am also a Confucian scholar." Han You shrugged: "I studied in the Imperial College, and when they criticized me, I asked the academic officials of the Imperial College to criticize him."
Han Bairen was stunned for the second time. Yes, he was flawlessly invulnerable. This was it.
After thinking for a moment, Han Bairen's eyes lit up, and he said like a arrogant person: "Even if those bitter scholars are not jealous, those scoundrel officials in the court will be. Yes, when dad hears about this business, he should allocate some people to the court. Officer, this is the only way to keep you safe and sound."
"The child knew it and gave it to Beimen Yuyong. He called Shentu Gang's son Shentu Ming uncle."
"You have even made friends with the Prime Minister and the four people who buried the corpse?!"
Han You was confused: "Who is the fourth corpse of the grass corpse?"
"Shen Tu Gang." Han Bairen laughed dryly: "That's what it says on the official document. I'm used to it."
"Oh, it's you, you and Wang Hai are both worthy of a fight."
Han You said with a smile: "Don't worry, not only Beimen Yuyong's side, but also the palace has given some help."
"In the palace?" Han Bairen took a breath of cold air: "The prime minister and your majesty all have a share. What the hell is the villa like with such a backer? You'er, listen to me, dad knows the business of merchants best. Come on, let’s open a gambling house and a brothel, this is the way to make money, we can make money every day!”
Han You's old face turned red: "There is it in the villa."
"Ah?" Han Bairen's eyes lit up: "Is there a gambling house in the villa?"
"Yes, there are brothels too."
Han Bairen's expression froze, and he stared at Han You for a long time, and his eyes turned red again: "You'er, You'er, you...you've grown up, you're sensible, you're sensible, dad is very happy, very happy."
Han You sighed, feeling mixed with joy and sorrow.
Fortunately, my father is very open-minded and supports his own business in this not-so-serious industry.
The worrying thing is, what kind of serious father can support his own son to open a brothel and gambling house?
Han Bairen was also filled with emotions.
He didn't want Han You to be the commander of the Yi Dao Guard because of his bad reputation.
He didn't want Han You to go to the Imperial College to study because it was a shameful thing, and the Han family was not a heir to poetry and rituals and had few connections.
He didn't want Han You to be a businessman, because he was afraid that he would make too much and be jealous of others.
The result is now a perfect closed loop. When he is a merchant, he is the commander, and no one dares to find fault. When he is the commander, no one dares to scold him, because he is also a Confucian scholar. As a Confucian scholar, he will not suffer poverty because he is a merchant...
Han Bairen sat on the bed, picking his feet out of habit and looking thoughtful.
The good old man is a military commander, a Confucian scholar, a Confucian scholar, a merchant, a merchant, and a soldier of the emperor.
Merchants are not short of money.
Confucian scholars are not short of names.
He is pro-military and is not afraid of being tripped up by others.
"Our old Han family..." Han Bairen asked uncertainly, "Are we going to become prosperous?"
Han You scratched the back of his head again and said with a smile: "Being rich doesn't count. Your Majesty has told me that many things have not been accomplished. You have to do it slowly and climb up step by step to accumulate connections."
Han Bairen reached out and touched Han You's head, with a loving expression on his face: "Do your errands slowly, don't be in a hurry."
Han You suddenly realized what was causing the itch on the back of his head.
"Then dad will..."
Han Bairen rubbed his hands again: "Is it okay to walk a little sideways in Jingzhong?"
Han You laughed dumbly, he knew what his father meant.
"From now on, you will work as an errand in Jingzhao Mansion, and if there is a son of aristocratic family or an official roaming the countryside, just deal with him, and the child will be taken care of for you."
"good!"
Han Bairen smashed the bed: "It is said that the father is more valuable than the son. It is true. I, Han Bairen, can have a good brother like you, You'er. It is a blessing from my previous life. In this case, my father will start to deal with officials above the seventh rank. .”
"Open up your strategy. From the fifth rank down, as long as you are not a minister, a minister, or a minister, it doesn't matter. Below the doctor, including the doctor, you beat me to death. If the child can't stand it, the child will ask your majesty to support you."
Han Bairen suddenly stood up and saluted Han You: "Dad, on behalf of the people in the capital, I would like to thank You'er for those people who have been oppressed."
Han You quickly helped the incompetent father up, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.
Ever since Han Bairen took office, he had heard a lot about people from aristocratic families and officials' relatives oppressing the people every day. Even if he hated the evil as much as his enemies, he couldn't control it.
On the one hand, the victims do not dare to report to the official. On the other hand, even if they report to the official, the perpetrators can use some money to make the victims change their stories, or just push a servant to take the blame. Even the victims are unwilling to pursue the case. What can he, the governor of Jingzhao Mansion, do? If he persists in stalking, he will not be justified. This is what is meant by the saying that the people do not hold officials accountable.
Now it's okay. With Han You's words, Han Bairen suddenly became more motivated. Shameless, huh, can you be more shameless than the emperor's own army? His mother's threats or bribes to the master, my son Kill you!
These were Han Bairen's hobbies. His two major hobbies in life after his wife's death were doting on his son and beating up bullies.
"It's good to be a leader, it's good to be a leader, haha, it's good to study, it's all good."
Han Bairen was satisfied and wanted to touch Han You's head. Young Master Han quickly took a step back and sneered.
"I've grown up, I've grown up as expected." Han Bairen laughed loudly: "I don't want dad to touch me anymore."
Han You was speechless and didn't have the nerve to explain.
"But You'er, although you have made money, you can't forget your roots."
"Forgot your roots?"
"good."
Han Bairen's old face turned red: "We brothers don't have to beat around the bush so much. You also know that dad has never begged you, right?"
"That's what you said just now, but forget it." Han You didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Father, just say it directly, between us brothers... No, how can we, father and son, beg for nothing? You are my father, and your words are more important than the imperial edict. Very useful."
"Okay, okay, okay, since You'er said so, then dad will be blunt."
"Dad, do you think there is a possibility, that is speaking out?"
"It's okay, it's okay, You'er, now that you've made so much money, can you... can you help dad back in the day..."
Han Bairen blushed as if something was wrong, and whispered: "When I helped Dad, we were all old brothers who had great honors in the army. They lived a hard life. Dad is not very capable. He is not as big as You'er. If only You'er could spend more." There is nothing better than a financial donation, and I will thank you forever."
"This is a small matter. Dad, just ask next time. If you want to spend money, just ask Wang Hai to get it directly. You are the father and I am the son. As for financial aid..."
Han You scratched the back of his head for the third time: "It's better to teach people how to fish than to teach them how to fish. Are you right? Instead of giving them money, how about finding them a job?"
"Errand?"
Han Bairen gave a bitter smile: "Although dad is a governor, if you want to enter Jingzhao Mansion, even a civil servant needs to register with the Ministry of Civil Affairs, so you won't be able to enter."
"It's not Jingzhao Mansion, it's Yidaowei. How about it."
"Yidaowei?"
Han Bairen shook his head repeatedly: "You'er, don't be joking. My father was a soldier of the Xiong Dynasty. Although he was only in the army, his ambitions were as high as the sky. How could he be the hawk in the palace? If he mentioned it, he would be punished. Those who are scolded are all brothers of life and death, how can dad humiliate them like this?"
"Okay." Han You shrugged: "It's okay to go to the villa, but you won't make much money. If you join the Yi Dao Guard six times a month, if you only work in the villa to help, you will only get..."
"How many?!"
Han Bairen's expression changed drastically: "You'er, you just said, how much is the monthly salary of Yidao camp?"
"Liu Guan, what's wrong?"
"Six passes, six passes, six passes!"
Han Bairen breathed in cold air: "You have to die for this damn thing. How many people do you need, You'er? Dad will find them for you right now."
"Well, the more, the merrier."
"Okay, dad will look for it for you." Han Bairen lowered his voice: "But there is one more thing, Liu Guan is not good. It will inevitably make those people feel humiliated. Listen to dad and don't give Liu Guan."
"How much will you give me?"
"Six hundred."
Han You was dumbfounded: "Six hundred strings?"
"Six hundred coins."
Han You looked confused: "Is that okay? Six hundred coins isn't... isn't this bullying?"
"Fuck, six hundred cash is too much for them. Those idiots have to make their mother wear a dowry and serve me, Liu Guan, bah, they deserve it too!"
"Didn't you say that they are all arrogant and arrogant people?"
"Two hundred coins are arrogant and arrogant people. If they are six hundred coins, they are a bunch of poor people. I will give them alms."
Han You: "..."
