I am an anchor in the Three Kingdoms

"Fifth Young Master... Let's... We have something to talk about!"

Cao Xiong turned his head.

"Patriarch Zhao? Are you not at home?"

"Ah... oh... the old man just came back, just came back!"

"Then your butler lied to me earlier, saying that you were at home!"

Ha ha!

You kid, what a loser!

Chapter 264 Misunderstanding

The head of the Zhao family is busy smoothing things over.

"The damn housekeeper is ignorant, the old man must punish him well!" The head of the Zhao family promised.

"I hope... I hope that the fifth son can restore the Zhao family's innocence!"

Cao Xiong smiled slightly.

"Everyone, let's go, our Patriarch Zhao, if we know our mistakes, we will correct them. We are still a good comrade!"

The head of the Zhao family had black lines on his face.

Feeling the contemptuous gaze cast from around.

Pulling Cao Xiong up respectfully, he walked quickly towards the Zhao Mansion.

Cao Xiong looked aggrieved: "Patriarch Zhao, let's walk slowly, don't panic... I can't slip anywhere!"

The eyeliners of other clans around witnessed all this and hurried to their mansion.

"The Fifth Young Master has entered the Zhao Mansion! The Fifth Young Master has entered the Zhao Mansion!"

But they didn't notice that a commoner was holding a money bag and was distributing coins.

"The fifth son said that everyone who participated in the performance will come to receive the reward. You...yes...it's you. You handled the contemptuous eyes very well. The fifth son specially ordered you to add a chicken leg!"

It turned out that Cao Xiong hired all these people who poked the backbone of the Zhao family!

In this intriguing Three Kingdoms.

Hey!

The Three Kingdoms is like a play, all depends on acting skills!

……

Let's talk about Zhao's mansion.

Fifth son Cao Xiong was respectfully invited to the seat.

The head of the Zhao family ordered the housekeeper to serve Cao Xiong a pot of tea, and then moved away from the left and right, and personally brought the teacup to the table next to Cao Xiong, and said with a smile:

"Fifth Young Master, why are you here at the humble house?"

"Begging for food!"

The head of the Zhao family shook his head slightly: "The fifth son is very straightforward!"

"Alas" Cao Xiong sighed. "There's nothing to hide. The head of the Zhao family will take out the food, and my son will take out the money. The head of the Zhao family will also be happy to take a break, right?"

"How many stones does Fifth Young Master want to ask for?"

"One hundred thousand stones!"

"What price can Fifth Young Master offer?"

"Market price! It won't let you suffer."

The head of the Zhao family and Cao Xiong talked to each other very quickly.

It's just that when he heard the words "no loss", the head of the Zhao family was a little surprised.

"Does Fifth Young Master have any misunderstandings about the three words 'no loss'?"

Cao Xiong spread his hands, and said in a deep voice: "The Zhao family will not suffer a loss if they buy grain at the market price!"

"Not at a disadvantage?"

The head of the Zhao family, who was born in a cashier, seemed to have opened up the conversation.

Counted the details.

"Let's take the cheapest millet as the market price. One shi is equal to 220 renminbi, and one hundred thousand shi is 2000 two million renminbi!"

Having said that, he paused.

"Do you know how much this old man can get if he sells the [-] shi on the black market?"

Cao Xiong shook his head.

The head of the Zhao family continued: "In the black market, I can sell a stone of millet for 2000 yuan, and a hundred thousand stone of millet is worth 2000 million yuan! Fifth son, tell me whether I will suffer or not? How much is the difference?"

See Cao Xiong did not speak.

The head of the Zhao family picked up his abacus and calculated carefully: "There is a difference of 800 million yuan! With this money, I can buy 11 of the best pigs and [-] of the best cattle. Head, [-] of the best war horses!"

Ho!

What a fine Zhao family head.

If you were in the 21st century, you would definitely be a professor in the mathematics department!

Obviously, the head of the Zhao family has no intention of letting go.

"With this 800 million yuan, you can buy 800 mu of fertile farmland; you can hire [-] farmers for [-] days; the farmer you buy, the farmers you hire, and the wheat you grow can be sold to the black market. If we buy another fertile land, within three years, the [-] yuan will be doubled by compound interest alone!"

The more the head of the Zhao family spoke, the faster he spoke.

He was always taken aback by what Cao Xiong said.

It's really thanks to his background as a cashier!

Chapter 265

In the end, the head of the Zhao family did not forget to criticize Cao Xiong: "Forgive me, your grandfather Cao Song only spent [-] million yuan to buy one and three grand captains, and I can buy two with this money. Doesn’t this old man also give Fifth Young Master a Taiwei Dangdang?”

Cao Xiong smiled awkwardly.

This shit doesn't know that these grains are so valuable on the black market!

It’s no wonder that the Three Kingdoms were originally a troubled time, and there were constant conquests everywhere. The most expensive thing was food and grass. In addition, Cao Cao wanted to go south. The price of food on the black market rose every day, faster than the price of oil in the 21st century!

In the live broadcast room, Liu Bang sent out a barrage!

Liu Bang: "Don't talk to him, draw your sword." 』

Cao Xiong: "This clan can't be cut down!" 』

Liu Bang: "Who told you to cut him off?" 』

Cao Xiong: "Then cut who?" 』

Liu Bang: "Cut yourself!" 』

Cao Xiong: "No, I'm afraid of pain... Uh... your sister... why didn't you kill me?" 』

Liu Bang: "I told you to put on a show, who told you to cut it off!"Remember, be realistic!The entry of the Three Kingdoms into the play depends entirely on acting skills! 』

Cao Xiong frowned.

Immediately picked up the Qinghong sword, and pulled out the sword with a "shua".

He cast a deep glance at the head of the Zhao family who was taking a sip of a cup of tea with his mouth dry and tongue dry.

"My son, I don't have time to talk to you! Have you seen this sword?"

Draw a sword?

Just want to scare me with this?

I have kindness to you, Lao Tzu Cao Cao!No matter how courageous you Cao Xiong is, how dare you attack me?

Take a sip of good tea and enjoy endless aftertaste.

Cao Xiong said in a deep voice: "If you don't sell my son's food, my son's arm will be popular in Zhao's residence!"

As a gesture, Cao Xiong swung his Qinghong sword towards his arm.

"puff!"

The head of the Zhao family, who had just had some good tea, couldn't help it after hearing Cao Xiong's words, coughed violently a few times, and sprayed out the tea in his mouth.

What is this routine?

Self-harm?

Is the Zhao family popular?

Nima, you're so cunning, you want to put the blame on the patriarch?

The patriarch will not take this blame!

The head of the Zhao family asked angrily:

"You... you dare to threaten the old man?"

"Patriarch Zhao, it's not that I look down on you!" Cao Xiong's Qinghong sword moved a little closer to his arm.

"One hundred thousand stones of food and grass, to you, it's just a drizzle. But, if my son is in your mansion, his arm is injured, and he walks out bleeding? What do the people of Peiping think? What do the people of the world think? You just wait to be poked Backbone, right? Just for a little bit of food and grass, he injured the fifth son.

Let's see, if it spreads, will your Zhao family be ashamed?The reputation of the Zhao family has been lost by your generation! "

While talking, Cao Xiong winked at Patriarch Zhao!

"You...you bastard..."

The head of the Zhao family cursed!

Seeing him anxious, Cao Xiong thought to himself, "Sure enough, he is the one who wants to save face!"

I only stumbled over the words of the head of the Zhao family:

"You... you... have the guts, you stab yourself..."

"Okay!"

Cao Xiong agreed, and with his right hand, the edge of the Qinghong Sword almost touched his left arm.

At this time, let alone the head of the Zhao family, Cao Xiong, the fifth son, was very nervous.

Nima, if this grandson is determined not to stop, then there will be a lot of big holes in that son's arm!

... Patriarch Zhao, you are shouting!

Thinking this way in my heart, Qinghong Sword is getting closer and closer to Cao Xiong.

0.5 inches!

0.3 inches!

0.1 inches!

...Cao Xiong's back is soaked!

Damn, should I cut it or not?

What a close call!

The Qinghong sword, which cuts iron like mud, is only 0.01 inch away from Wu Gongzi's arm! , it was really at this time that Patriarch Zhao stumbled and shouted:

"Stop stop... stop..."