70s rebirth daily

"Mr. Song, this is 4 yuan in cash. You can count it." The middle-aged man opened the suitcase on the coffee table and pushed it towards Song Fengchen.

Song Fengchen's eyes fell on the neatly stacked big union in the suitcase, he reached out to pick up a stack and dialed it, smelling the strong smell of ink, he breathed a sigh of relief, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved.

He threw the banknote back casually, looked up at the young man: "Thank you!"

"Where, I should be the one to thank Mr. Song. It just solved my urgent need." The young man said with a smile.

Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows: "Sir, do you know me?"

The young man squinted his eyes and said calmly: "Mr. Song, the master of Changning Temple, the grandson-in-law of Mr. Xu, and the husband of Yushu of the Xu family."

He paused for a moment, like a few treasures: "Lu Gongzhi, Zhou Lan, Zhu Anshi...Mr. Song has only been in the capital for half a year, and he has already done several earth-shattering events. Now everyone in the circle does not know Mr. Song's reputation. "

What the young man said was true.

Just a month ago, the Lu family's nemesis revealed Mr. Lu's embezzlement and bribery. The evidence is convincing. The Lu family has already entered half of the room, and it will be a matter of time before the game is over.

More than 50 young adults died overnight in Xujia Village, Yuanzhou...

When I arrived at the Zhu family, the old man Zhu died, and the dirty things about the Zhu family were also passed on to everyone, and everyone knew about it, and it was inevitable that the handwriting of the old man Xu was involved.As for Zhu Anshi, he was dismissed from public office because of a problem with his life style. In addition, he lost the palm of his right hand and only saved one little finger after surgery on his scorched left hand. It can be said without hesitation that he has a very good chance of turning over in this life. at zero.

It was precisely because of Zhu's family affairs that the well-informed people in the circle re-examined Song Fengchen, and even noticed the existence of the special class of monks.

Hearing this, Song Fengchen just smiled and said nothing.

The young man cut straight to the point: "I wonder if Mr. Song is interested in making a deal?"

After finishing speaking, he said to the middle-aged man: "The tea is cold, make another pot to make it hot."

"Yes."

For the sake of the 4 yuan, Song Fengchen asked, "What business?"

"I have a business partner. Something happened at home. It is said that I have invited several masters of metaphysics, but I can't see why." The young man said with a smile: "His family is rich and powerful, Mr. Song If he can help solve this matter, his family will definitely repay it, and I will give Mr. Song a big gift if I get paid."

The door-to-door business is not for nothing.

"Oh! I don't know who is this family that the gentleman is talking about?"

Song Fengchen reached out to take the teacup handed over by the middle-aged man, and took a sip. It wasn't the best Tieguanyin.

"The Ding family in Hong Kong City." The young man introduced: "The Ding family is the descendant of Ding Kuichu, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi in the late Ming Dynasty..."

"Hong Kong City!" Song Fengchen interrupted the young man's words with a look of lack of interest.

Recalling the last time he vomited when he took a plane to Hong Kong, Song Fengchen felt uncomfortable for a moment.

"What?" The young man didn't know why.

"Take it as, uh..." Song Fengchen put down the teacup in his hand.

"My surname is Cheng, Cheng Hanfei." The young man said.

Song Fengchen said straightforwardly: "Well, just take it as a face for Mr. Cheng, and I will accept it."

"That's good..." Cheng Hanfei clapped his hands and laughed.

Song Fengchen interrupted him again, "Mr. Chen should know where I live, just tell them to come and find me."

In the past, his reputation was not obvious, and his money was tight, so he had no choice but to keep a low profile.

Right now, he has just sold a sum of gold, and he has a lot of money.Moreover, he is now the master of the Changning Temple, and he has done several beautiful things in a row in the past six months. It can be regarded as a way to gain status and fame. up.

"Okay, then trouble Mr. Song."

Combining the changes in Song Fengchen's expression before and after, Cheng Hanfei guessed his mind after a little thought.

Isn't this a very normal thing!

It is good that the Ding family's status in Hong Kong is extraordinary, but the status of Ke Cheng and Xu's family in China should not be underestimated either.What's more, one is a palm-sized city and the other is a country with hundreds of millions of people. The gap is self-evident.

Besides, he asked Song Fengchen for help because the Ding family was his partner and it was profitable, and he didn't want to climb up the Ding family, so naturally he didn't need to be humble.

The most important thing is that asking for help requires an attitude of asking for help.

Song Fengchen's score is taken for granted.

The two chatted a few more words, and Song Fengchen got up to say goodbye.

Cheng Hanfei sent him to the door, and Song Fengchen stopped by the timber factory, and when he came out again, he was missing 1 yuan.

It was already evening when I got home, and when I opened the door, I was greeted by the smell of meat.

Song Fengchen sniffed, and his eyes fell on the dining table, where sea cucumbers were roasted with scallions, roast duck, lotus root clips, stewed chicken with Dendrobium dendrobium, and fried shredded potatoes.

A little hearty.

Song Fengchen's footsteps faltered.

Think about what a good day it is today.

Xu Shujian's birthday?It's early.

meeting for the first time?That was in April.

wedding anniversary?Nothing.

At this moment, Xu Shujian came out of the kitchen with a plate of peach cakes.

Seeing Song Fengchen, he frowned and said, "I'm back."

"Yeah." Song Fengchen responded, since he couldn't figure it out, he simply asked, "What is a good day today, and you have cooked so many dishes?"

Xu Shujian couldn't hide the joy on his face: "I received a letter of refill fee in the afternoon."

The so-called embellishment fee refers to the remuneration received by calligraphers and painters when they sell calligraphy and paintings. The ancient scholars and bureaucrats paid attention to "nobleness" and shamed money.

In the Sui Dynasty, Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty ordered the internal historian Li Delin to issue an edict to restore the title and official position of Minister Zheng Yi.Minister Gao Jiong joked to Zheng Yi, "The pen is dry." Zheng Yi laughed and said, "If you don't have a penny, how can you improve your pen?"

Since then, the brush fee has become an elegant name for manuscript fee and calligraphy and painting remuneration.

Song Fengchen remembered that when Xu Shujian was free, apart from being pestered by him to study cooking skills and translate Russian documents, what he loved most was to ponder the rubbings of Wei steles he had found. Song Fengchen always thought that these were just like the pile of antiques in the study. Xu Shujian's hobby, but he didn't expect him to make a lot of achievements.

Song Fengchen suddenly felt proud and said, "Congratulations!"

The smile in Xu Shujian's eyes was even bigger, although the embellishment fee for this letter was not much, only 150 yuan, which was only three yuan per word.But at least it shows that his handwriting can barely enter the classroom.

It was rare to see Xu Shujian so happy, Song Fengchen couldn't help but leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth: "How about I engrave you a chapter some other day?"

Drawing talismans and curing seals lead to the same goal by different routes, and he still has this ability.

"Okay!" Xu Shujian agreed, he was worried about this matter!

Satisfied with food and drink, while Xu Shujian was washing the dishes, Song Fengchen touched a cigarette and went to the balcony.

While he was puffing out the clouds, there was a sudden rustling sound in his ears. When he lowered his head, a white thing sprang out from under the balcony.

Song Fengchen regained his composure and took a closer look, but it was not the same ferret he had seen before.

The ferret looked at Song Fengchen, blinked, put down the thing in its mouth, pushed in Song Fengchen's direction, then straightened up and looked at him with round eyes.

Song Fengchen lowered his head, his eyes fell on the two Polygonum multiflorum, which had already grown into a human shape, and the soil was still hanging, which was obviously just dug out not long ago, and his brows were slightly raised: "This is it?"

The ferret turned to look at the pot of honeysuckle.

Song Fengchen understood: "Want to exchange honeysuckle with me?"

The ferret nodded, shook his head again, and then stared straight at the monkey's bed on the cabinet.

Song Fengchen came to a sudden: "You want to live in my house?"

The ferret wagged its tail.

"Who are you talking to?"

Xu Shujian came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes.

Song Fengchen turned around and said seriously, "Shu Jian, I'll show you something nice."

"What?" Xu Shujian paused, feeling that these words were somewhat familiar.

Song Fengchen walked over: "Hand."

Xu Shujian raised her eyebrows, and she was familiar with this movement.

He followed suit, and then saw Song Fengchen take out his right hand from behind, followed by his palm sinking, and there was a big snow-white guy.

"This is a ferret!" Xu Shujian whispered, with excitement in her tone.