It’s not the name of Fu, but the name of deputy general!

Fu Chun didn't expect that there was such a thing. He looked at Wan Weizhi and clicked his tongue: "Do you know how tight Baimuxun's room is? It would be nice to have two rooms, but you still don't like it? It's better now. None of them are gone.”

"Master, my father needs to rest. He can't bear the noise." Wan Weizhi felt a little dissatisfied in his heart.

The steward snorted coldly: "Where do you think this place is? Do you still want to rest? Why don't you go to heaven?"

"You..." Wan Weizhi suppressed the anger in his heart: "Master Fu, please restrain your subordinates."

"Master Wan, Bai Muxun has Bai Muxun's rules. If there are no vacancies, let alone you, even if the King of Heaven comes, there will be no rooms." The rules are like this, and Fu Chun can't do anything about it.

"Master Fu, you are the owner of Baimuxun. Whether you have a room or not is not a matter of your words."

"No, no, no, Mr. Wan overestimates me. I am just the deputy master. The rules are set by the master. I am the deputy master in name only."

Fu Chun found out that the reason was that he didn't stand in Wanwang Mansion at all. If he hadn't had such a little friendship, he would have kicked him out just by his gesture of throwing the door sign.

"Master Fu? Isn't this Bai Muxun yours?" Wan Weizhi was confused after hearing this.

"of course not."

"Then why..."

Wan Wei Zhi paused for a moment and suddenly realized that the owner of the hall was not the surnamed Fu, but the deputy general's deputy!

"Steward, there's a fight outside, steward..."

The voice of the doorman outside the secret door sounded.

The steward cursed and said to Fu Chun angrily: "Don't fucking bother me anymore. Whoever comes to argue in the room again doesn't matter who they know. We'll hit him."

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I will take care of it myself." Fu Chun bent down and held hands with each other.

The steward snorted coldly and left quickly.

Fu Chun sent people out of the secret door, then turned around and straightened up, and said in a loud voice: "Master Wan, there is not even a single vacant room in Baimuxun now. You and your group don't even have room on the first floor, let alone a secret room. I think we can take advantage of the opportunity now." It’s not closed yet, so go back early.”

"Deputy Master, we have come all the way here, there is no reason to go back." Wan Weizhi said with a hint of anger.

"Then we can only live in the darkroom." Fu Chun was helpless.

Wan Weizhi's frown deepened. Although he had never seen what a darkroom looked like, the darkroom seemed worse than the first floor in terms of listening to words.

How could my father endure such a place?

"Brother, why are you talking nonsense to them?" Wan Lingling couldn't help it anymore and stood up: "Deputy Head, my father said he was kind to you in the early years. Is this how you repay your kindness?"

"The kindness is also the kindness of Lord Wan, and it has nothing to do with you people."

"you……"

"Deputy Master, since it is a favor from the prince, why don't you arrange a place for the prince, the young lady and the young master to live, and some of us will live in a dark room. Is it possible?" Zhang Mao interrupted Wan Lingling's angry words.

Fu Chun thought for a while: "There can only be Prince Wan."

"Deputy Director, you are thinking of a solution. Money is not an issue." Zhang Mao said.

"Money can buy lives in Bermuda, but it can't buy a house. Prince Wan has broken the rules by making an exception. I am willing to accept the punishment. I can't control others."

The punishment of one person could make him unable to get up for ten days and a half. The punishment of three people would cost him his life!

"Where are the prince and the young lady?"

"I don't have any kind intentions. If others have something to do with me, you can live here if you can. If you can't, get out as soon as possible." Fu Chun hated people who complained the most.