Lingyu First Bank

What Wang Yuan didn't expect was that the governor of Song Dynasty had the completely opposite style to that of Feng Fu Yin. After he finished Julong, he began to be unconstrained, from the taxation of the court to the official system, from the monk's cultivation to the magic weapon, There is even an influence of the grade of pills on practice.

Many people were drowsy, but Wang Yuan listened very seriously. He really didn't know these basic knowledge, which others didn't take seriously.

Governor Song talked for half an hour. Although Wang Yuan listened intently, he could feel that the governor had the potential of a Tang monk. After that, I started to talk about another thing.Wang Yuan almost asked subconsciously.

Everyone in the audience was sluggish, but the few people on the stage seemed to be paying attention, no one showed any signs of impatience, even Feng Fu Yin, there was no change in his face from the beginning to the end, and he did not look at Wang Yuan again.

"Okay, it's not easy to gather here today, and I won't take up too much of everyone's time." Governor Song said with a smile.

Hearing that Governor Song's speech was coming to an end, the merchants below finally cheered up and straightened up.

"Let me say two more points, just two points, and one point, it's the geographical location of our Nanfeng Mansion..."

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A quarter of an hour later.

Wang Yuan keenly caught Feng Fuyin's eyelashes twitching.

"Okay, I'll stop here, and then you have the annual meeting." The moment Feng Fu Yin's eyelashes fluttered, Governor Song miraculously ended his speech.

Um?These two guys seem to be maintaining some kind of tacit understanding?Wang Yuan looked at the two people who hadn't communicated with each other since they took the stage. These two are very interesting, aren't they?

Governor Song finally handed over the right to speak, and everyone let out a long breath.

Li Shanyuan said: "Thank you Feng Fu Yin and Governor Song for your support to the trade union. Let me talk about some things about our trade union in the past year and the work that our trade union plans to do next year..."

After Li Shanyuan finished speaking, he asked Sun Yuan to talk about the situation of the union members. Sun Yuan was in charge of communication with the union members, and the other vice president talked about some new problems and the results of the handling of disputes among members of the union.

Then, it came to an intermediate topic of the annual meeting, pledge.The reason why it is said to be an intermediate issue is that after the donations were pledged, the two officials of the imperial court left, and the rest was the internal affairs of the trade union itself.

As in previous years, several principals in the front row recognized donations ranging from [-] to [-] low-grade spirit stones in turn, and the audience was calm.Under normal circumstances, this process will not have any bright spots.

Until Wang Yuan said: "I donate one hundred thousand."

Some of the monks below sneered, some genuinely laughed, some disdainful, and some secretly scolded fools...

"Mid-grade spirit stone." Wang Yuan added.

This time the venue was not calm. If Wang Yuan donated 100 low-grade spirit stones because he was stupid, then donating more than [-] million low-grade spirit stones to mortals would not be explained by a word of stupidity.

There are all businessmen here, and all businessmen understand that they can't do business at a loss. What does Wang Yuan want to do?
Feng Fuyin gave Wang Yuan a meaningful look, and Li Shanyuan next to him hurriedly introduced: "This is Wang Yuanwang, the president of the Julong Lingxiu Merchant and Trade Guild."

"President Wang, I don't know why you donated such a large sum of spirit stones, do you have a plan?" Feng Fuyin asked.

In Wang Yuan's heart, ten thousand horses ran past, even if you are a senior official, you can't ignore it, right?If I donate you the spirit stone and you are not willing to take it, you tell me and ask me if I have any plans, can I have no plans?But what can I say?

Wang Yuan cleared his expression: "Lord Fu Yin, the younger generation was born as a mortal, and he knows that life is difficult for ordinary people. This year, ordinary people in my Nanfeng Mansion suffered a natural disaster. I am really sad, but I have no ability. Fortunately, Lord Fu Yin has With a compassionate heart, I want to save the people from the fire and water, but the juniors are only doing their best."

"Nothing else?" Feng Fuyin asked.

The audience is quiet, what do you mean?Is there something wrong with Wang Yuan donating too much?

"I want to report something to Lord Fu Yin." Wang Yuan bowed.

Feng Fuyin didn't say anything, just turned around and left.

Governor Song smiled at Wang Yuan and followed behind.

……

Isn't this kid going to be in bad luck?The merchants in the field immediately began to gossip.

"Quiet, quiet, everyone go to the banquet hall." After Li Shanyuan finished speaking, he hurriedly followed Fengfu Yin and Governor Song.

Everyone on stage left.

Everyone below also had to turn around, originally there were some merchants who wanted to greet Wang Yuan, but judging from the posture just now, it was obvious that Fu Yin wanted to find something about Wang Yuan.At this time, one thing more is worse than one thing less.

Wang Yuan didn't know anyone else in the trade union except Sun Yuan. At this time, there was no one around Wang Yuan, and he seemed extremely deserted.

Wang Yuan's mind was spinning rapidly. He couldn't figure out what Fu Yin meant, but he was different from what everyone else thought. He didn't think that Fu Yin wanted to take him under the knife, but he didn't understand Fu Yin's meaning either.

Wang Yuan was in a daze when a cultivator from the trade union flew over: "President Wang, the governor told you to come over."

Wang Yuan hurriedly stood up and flew away with the monk.

The few merchants left in the venue immediately brought the news to the banquet hall.

Wang Yuan followed the monk to a small garden. There was a pavilion in the middle of the lake. Just like the meeting place, there was no bridge or road from the lake to the pavilion.

The monk took him to the lake and pointed towards the pavilion: "Your Excellency is waiting for you over there."

Wang Yuan looked at the Huxin Pavilion, unexpectedly, there was only Feng Fu Yin in the pavilion.

Not daring to stay longer, Wang Yuanfei flew over.

In the pavilion, there is a small stone table with a teapot and teacups on the stone table, and a chessboard in the middle.

Feng Fuyin did not sit at the table, but stood by the pavilion with his back to Wang Yuan.

"Master Fu Yin." Wang Yuan bowed and saluted.

Feng Fuyin didn't say a word, but quietly faced the lake.

Wang Yuan didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only stand awkwardly in the pavilion.

……

a long time……

Feng Fuyin turned to look at Wang Yuan, who hurriedly bowed to salute.

"Wang Yuan, do you think there are more fools or smart people in this world?"

Wang Yuan didn't understand why Feng Fu Yin suddenly asked this question, but he had no time to think about it, and said in a low voice: "The younger generation thinks that there are still many smart people."

"Then why do so many smart people always do stupid things?"

Wang Yuan felt that this was a proposition, but he had to answer it. He went through all the golden sentences on the Internet that he had read in his previous life, but he couldn't find the answer.I had to answer seriously: "Because all smart people think they are doing smart things, but they don't know their situation."

Feng Fuyin gave Wang Yuan a rare smile: "Do you think you are smart? Or, do you think you understand your situation when you do smart things?"

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My day, Wang Yuan cursed in his heart, tell me what you want to say, old fox, you will be invincible if you play this kind of guessing game with me, if I answer wrong, I will die!
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"My lord, I'm just a small chess piece. No matter how I struggle, I can't change my fate against the sky. In the final analysis, my destiny is controlled by the chess player." Wang Yuan said and dropped a black chess piece. In a corner, with this chess piece, a black chess piece that was obviously surrounded to death showed a trace of life.

Feng Fuyin looked at the chess piece, then at Wang Yuan, and let out a long, cheerful laugh, completely different from his usual attitude.

But Wang Yuan knew that Feng Fuyin's laughter could not be heard from this pavilion...