I am Wu Dalang, starting with Pan Jinlian

Before Fan Xing could make a decision, how to make amends.

Zhao Guangyi has already sent someone to the purchasing department to inquire about the purchase of the table lamps.

Fan Xing didn't dare to hide it, and revealed the fact that he hadn't bought the desk lamp back.

After the visitor got the answer he wanted, he reported it to Zhao Guangyi.

When Zhao Guangyi heard this, he immediately felt very upset.

You know, yesterday she stayed in Concubine Liu's Palace, this is my favorite concubine.

Concubine Liu knew that Wu Fei had sent two desk lamps, one to Zhao Guangyi and the other to the Queen's Palace.

She began to subtly say that she also likes desk lamps!

Under the blowing of the pillow wind, Zhao Guangyi's brain became hot, and he promised to get him one tomorrow.

It's not that Zhao Guangyi boasted about it, and he wanted to save face and suffer. As a man, under the wind blowing on the pillow, his ears would inevitably become soft.

In Zhao Guangyi's opinion, since Wu Fei gave away a lot, it means that there is no shortage of this item and it can still be bought.

What's more, this is just a commodity. For him who owns the entire Song Dynasty, it is not a problem.

As the old saying goes, in the whole world, is it the land of the king, and on the shore of the land, are the ministers of the king!
However, it was this trivial matter that stumped Zhao Guangyi.

This is because my subordinates are unreliable!None of this can be bought.

According to the secret agent's report, in Kaifeng City, most wealthy businessmen and officials with a little wealth bought table lamps, or bought one, or bought several.

But when it was my turn, why couldn't I buy it?

Zhao Guangyi felt a little strange, so he went to find a spy to inquire about it.

It turned out that Fan Xing suppressed the price too much and was beaten out.

Only then did Zhao Guangyi breathe a sigh of relief, it wasn't Wu Fei who made trouble.

As for my son-in-law, everything is fine, and if he can come up with a new gadget from time to time, most of the things are still very useful.

It's just this temperament, a little too out of the way, fearless.

Thinking of this, Zhao Guangyi sent another person to warn Fan Xing, limiting him to buy the desk lamp for one day tomorrow, otherwise let him figure it out!
So there was the scene of Fan Xing kneeling in front of the Wufu gate.

Fan Xing brought people to Wufu early in the morning, and told the concierge that he was here to make amends.

However, he still failed to see Wu Fei, and the concierge refused to report!

In the past few days, the concierge of the Wu Mansion has also become more respectable. Every day, dozens of people ask to see Wu Fei. How can it be possible to report once when they come?
Seeing that the porter was indifferent, Fan Xing was in a hurry!In a hurry, he came up with a dirty trick and knelt at the gate of Wu Mansion.

So, this kneeling man became a topic.

At the beginning, Wu An didn't care, wasn't it just a person kneeling at the gate of Wu Mansion?No big deal.

However, a stick of incense passed, and an hour passed, and this person was still kneeling at the gate of Wufu, showing no intention of leaving.

In addition, a group of people began to gather around not far away, and they kept pointing.

Those who know know that this person knelt voluntarily, but those who don't know what happened will inevitably add fuel to the story. Some say that the Wufu is bullying others, and they have to throw people to kneel at their door to make amends.

Others said that it was this person who was fighting with Wu Fei for a woman, so he was bullied by him and knelt at the door of his house.

Seeing the rumors getting more and more outrageous, Wu An couldn't sit still, and he went to report the matter to Wu Fei.

Wu Fei thought for a while, and ordered Wu An to take him to the reception room at the gate.

After a while, Wu Fei passed by.

This time, Fan Xing started to salute directly, and he was not as domineering as last time.

"Come on, why are you kneeling at the gate of Wufu? Where do you want to put me? Do you want me to have a bad reputation?" Wu Fei asked bluntly.

"Uh, actually, our family is here to make amends to the son-in-law!" Fan Xing replied cautiously.

"Oh, that's it, then I know, you can go!"

After speaking, Wu Fei stood up, ready to leave the reception room.

When Fan Xing saw it, he became anxious.

The emperor gave a death order, and he must take the desk lamp back today. If he can't take it back, although he won't lose his life, don't expect to have any errands in the future.

So, only hearing a plop, Fan Xing was facing Wu Fei, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed first.

Instantly, his forehead became red and swollen.

"My son-in-law, this old slave can't see Mount Tai, so you should spare this old slave!" Fan Xing wailed.

Only then did Wu Fei stand still.

"My son-in-law, this old slave still needs to buy table lamps!" Fan Xing continued, "You have to pity this old slave, if I can't bring back these lamps, I will be beaten to death!"

"Oh? I didn't say I wouldn't sell it to you, you go outside the store and line up to buy it!" Wu Fei didn't bother to talk nonsense with him.

Hearing Fan Xing's claim that he has changed from our family to an old slave, Wu Fei knew that he had given in now.

But Wu Fei felt a little uncomfortable with Da Song, who would kill people at every turn.

Although on the Song and Liao battlefields, he once commanded the Song army and killed many Liao troops, but speaking of it, he did not do it himself.

Besides, he still understands the cruelty of war, so he has nothing to say.

However, he still couldn't accept that he might be executed for doing something wrong.

After all, he was born in a peaceful age and could not accept this concept.

"Wu An, call Wu Fu here. According to the price of 90 taels, collect the money first, and then bring the lamp!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Fei went straight out.

Fan Xing was suddenly overjoyed, and now he could finally complete the task!
"Thank you son-in-law! Thank you son-in-law!" Fan Xing kowtowed and kept repeating these words.

Fan Xing hastily took out a stack of banknotes and handed them over.

Wu An didn't take it over, he was born in a small family, and at most he had been exposed to broken money before. He didn't understand such a large amount of money.

He asked Fan Xing to sit here for a while, and he went to call someone who knows how to come over.

That's right, I went to Wu's store and met Mr. Wuhui, the accountant.

Hearing that there was a big order here, and it was ordered by Wu Fei himself, Wu Hui did not dare to neglect, and followed Wu An directly to the small reception room.

Fan Xing kept looking at the door, and when he saw someone he didn't know coming, he quickly stood up and greeted him enthusiastically.

"Who is this?"

Wu An passed the martial arts meeting and introduced his identity.

After exchanging greetings, Fan Xing handed over the banknote again.

This time, Wuhui directly took over and started counting.

After a while, he confirmed that the amount of the bank note was correct and it was real, then he nodded to Wu An.

Next, it's time to deliver.

Wu An found a few servants, went to bring a sufficient number of desk lamps, and put them directly on Fan Xing's carriage.

Fan Xing opened a few cardboard boxes, confirmed that the items were correct, and then sat in the carriage with satisfaction and left.