Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

He Qianheng laid out two paths unhurriedly, staring at Song Jingwen and said, "One, I will participate in all your industries now and in the future, and get 200% of the profit, which is fair. Second, pay me [-] yuan a year. Wan, it's a good deal for me to clear the obstacles for you."

Song Jingwen thought to himself, it's worth it from your perspective, he asked tentatively, "Is there a third way?"

He Qianheng shook his head as expected, "No~"

Song Jingwen thought about it carefully, the last time he encountered this level of mental illness was when he tamed Ji Zhou. If physical torture is useless to deal with this kind of person, then mental suppression is the way to go.

Song Jingwen boldly tried to reason with He Qianheng, but it didn't seem to work.

So he planned to be aware of the current affairs, and while he could negotiate conditions, he could seek more benefits for himself, "These two options must have a certain number of years, in case I suddenly disappear someday."

He Qianheng was so teased that he laughed, and replied with a sense of face, "That's right, what if I lose my hair one day. Hey, you are interesting, so let me say that you used to act like a coward. I'm happy to see you so proud."

The old man Che was calmly facing the background board, but was terrified by this living ancestor.Both of them are lunatics, and they cursed themselves to death.

"Your Highness, speak carefully!"

He Qianheng waved his hand, ignoring this stubborn old man, and said to Song Jingwen, "Five years, I'll back you up, how about it?"

He Qianheng felt that his father was too old, playing chess and teasing birds all day long, with nothing to do.He will definitely be able to replace him within five years. At that time, he will expand the territory and revitalize our Jia Dynasty!

Of course he needs money now, his father is so frugal than his son.As a prince, if you don't have any money in your pocket, how can you raise soldiers, how can you let people work for you?

Song Jingwen groaned, this is completely forced buying and selling.He looked at the old man Che who was shrunk aside, and said as if he had a toothache, "I have to choose one from the left or the other, so let's choose the second one."

After weighing it up, he resolutely chose the second path.For one thing, the second option is equivalent to using money to buy the chance to become famous in one fell swoop, and all industries are still in his own hands, without being restricted by others.Second, the first path is not only not conducive to the development of his industrial chain, but also has a certain impact on the prince himself.

Looking at ancient and modern times, no prince dared to engage in commercial activities blatantly.No matter how convulsed He Qianheng was, he wouldn't leave such a big loophole for others to exploit.If His Majesty knows, it doesn't mean that the prince is not doing his job properly, so he must suspect that his son is plotting something wrong!

He Qianheng didn't seem to expect him to choose this way, stared at him strangely for a few seconds, then slowly retracted his gaze, and prolonged the tone pretending to be mysterious.

"...Well, this is a good choice."

Song Jingwen didn't speak, instead he smiled at the puzzled look of the old man in the car, showing his white teeth.

He Qianheng smiled, "I'll give you this chance, it's a matter of convenience."

Look, by the way, you are the prince, you have the right, and what you said is right.

He Qianheng made a gesture, and Song Jingwen was politely invited out.

When he returned to the East Palace, He Qianheng immediately turned cold. Seeing that none of the hidden guards were pleasing to the eye, he deliberately called him out and scolded him, "I want to see people when I live, and I want to see corpses when I die. It was him Yuan Jiu who was killed by my fifth emperor." Uncle was dragged to feed the dogs, you have to snatch the bones back for me!"

King Ling was assassinated, and he is still paralyzed on the bed, unable to move.The emperor was furious and wanted to find the murderer. At this moment, the servant of the sixth prince's cousin, Duan Xiao, sneaked out of the Prince Ling's mansion. This scene was reported by those who cared.After all, the sixth prince was favored by the emperor, and he was only punished to contemplate behind closed doors for two months.

No matter who the real culprit is, what the emperor wants is someone who can be shown to take the blame, so that he can appear respectful as a brother and friend.

Yuan Yi kept his mouth tightly shut, dumbly not knowing what to say.

After He Qianheng got angry, he ran to the study.

Yuan Shi whispered to Yuan Yi puzzledly, and squinted his eyes puzzledly, "Brother, Brother Nine was sent by the prince to assassinate King Ling. He might never return. What is the prince angry now?" ? Brother Six didn’t see His Highness react when he died.”

After all, Yuan Yi is senior, and knows more than his younger brothers, "We can't talk about the prince's affairs, remember what the elder brother said. You can treat them as if you can't see or hear them. Your Highness can beat and scold you." Xiao Jiu, if other people touch Jiu, His Highness will tear off a piece of skin."

The two grew up together since they were young, so they are naturally not comparable to them.

Yuan Shi wanted to continue asking, but Yuan Yi covered his mouth and woke up with a single word, "Don't ask, only a blind and deaf person can live longer."

Regardless of He Qianheng's mood, Song Jingwen was mixed.

In this conversation, it was not so much that Mrs. Che wanted to see him, but rather that the prince was setting him up again.

The next day, Xie Feng listened to Song Jingwen's analysis of the pros and cons for him with a vague understanding, and raised the end of his eyes, "You mean the water in the capital is too deep, don't act rashly? We are just doing business, no one will Keep an eye on a businessman. Besides, the prince’s ship is not easy to get on, what conditions did you promise him?”

Song Jingwen pinched his fingers and said casually, "The big fish eat the small fish, and the small fish eat dried shrimps. We are new here, and there will always be someone who can't resist trying to chew on our bone."

"Isn't there Cha Jinwu? Isn't he still in these businesses?"

Song Jingwen said, "You are stupid, Mr. Che would really be free to pay attention to a businessman from a small village of mine? Che Jinwu must have talked to him, otherwise how could he be in the imperial city? Hey, he is in the name of the Che family. And the prince is standing behind the Che family, so it doesn't make any difference."

Xie Feng suddenly realized, and said indignantly, "We'll move out now and live in our own house. Che Jinwu is still your friend, so it's not a good relationship to bring you into a messy circle."

Song Jingwen tugged at his angry cheeks, and said with a smile, "If you think about it better, the prince, you can still get the name of an imperial merchant, and you will go sideways when doing business. Let alone other state capitals, it will be Living in the capital is better than being an official.”

Xie Feng calmed down and thought, it is better to face it than to hide, he curled his lips sullenly, he could only enjoy himself in the bitterness.Anyway, in his previous life, in his memory, the crown prince sat on the throne, but in this life, there is too much difference, and he can't guarantee that everything will go step by step.

Xie Feng said ruthlessly, "Then let's help the prince, even paying 200 million this year is too much. 100 million can still be made up. Isn't this 200 million embarrassing?"

Xie Feng picked at the corner of Song Jingwen's clothes and began to count on his fingers how much money he had in his family's treasury.No matter how you calculate it, you will suffer. Isn't this bullying?

Xie Fengqian angrily bit Song Jingwen's tiger's mouth, irrationally, "The prince just wants to seize all our family's money!"

Every time Xie Feng said "our family", Song Jingwen would feel a sense of satisfaction and happiness.

Song Jingwen flicked his fingers on his forehead, dumbfounded. The little ancestor still had a cub in his belly, so he could only let this little money fan run away with his family's money that he cared about in this way.

"Let's go, let's go to rectify the 'Xianghuan' restaurant now, making money is the most important thing." Xie Feng jumped to the ground, that jump seemed to step on Song Jingwen's heart.

The string in Song Jingwen's brain snapped, and he was so angry that he grabbed Xie Feng and slapped his buttocks twice, saying viciously, "Slow down and run, you're jumping and jumping, it's like a slap in the stomach." Is it Cuju? The vitality is so tenacious?"

Xie Feng smiled, admitted his mistake sincerely, touched his stomach and said, "Little baby is not Cuju, your father said nonsense. I was wrong, my dear ~ we should go to make money!"

Song Jingwen laughed angrily, and pinched the tip of Xie Feng's nose helplessly, "You fell into the money hole."

The "Xianghuan" restaurant put up a sign saying it was closed for rest yesterday, but now no one cares about how this humble restaurant is closed, only a few regular customers came to take a look today.

Song Jingwen dragged Xie Feng who was about to rush into the restaurant, "Go and see if the pot is ready first, what's the rush. The decorators will come in the afternoon, and all the people who are famous for their happy hands are invited."

Xie Feng was relieved, it seemed that the husband was not idle, he nodded, "Isn't it too much to order forty at once?"

Song Jingwen pulled a candied haws from the stick, turned around and gave the small vendor five copper coins, and stuffed them into Xie Feng's mouth while Xie Feng was speaking, "Not much, we have to use it on the second floor. And There must be a brick stove at the door for roast duck. There must be something to suck the guests in, who can resist such a fragrant smell?"

Xie Feng swallowed unconsciously. He was very greedy after having cubs. He put the candied haws in his hand to Song Jingwen's mouth flatteringly, and said with a smile, "I want to eat it too."

"I'll let you be the first to taste all of them. It's close to the water." Song Jingwen nodded his mouth, "Come on, if you want to hug the moon, give me a favor first."

Xie Feng looked left and right, "paji" bit Song Jingwen's mouth, and finally licked it mischievously.After flirting, he felt embarrassed again, and lowered his head shyly.

Song Jingwen rubbed the top of his hair and kissed him deeply.From the corner of his eye, he spotted someone coming out, so he let go of Xie Feng with a lot of interest.

The blacksmith took a pot divided in the middle and came out. This is a big customer, and he ordered forty pots with strange shapes at once.

He smiled and filled the pot with water, and his tone was full of complacency, "Boss Song, take a look, is it okay?"

Song Jingwen knocked on the pot, "When will the rest be ready?"

Blacksmith Zhang rubbed his hands happily. It's done. He hurriedly said, "Give me another three days, and I'll ask my apprentice to help. But if you're in a hurry, the price..."

Song Jingwen understood, Xie Feng pulled his cuffs just as he was about to ask for a fare increase, and only then remembered that the money from home should be saved.

He said without changing his face, "If it's done well, I'll have to ask you to do other things, and I'll have to arrange|arrange the barbecue grill with the iron rods inserted|inserted into it. At that time, the money will be indispensable to you, and I'll give you another Two denarii."

Blacksmith Zhang thought for a while and said yes, "Delivery will be delivered in three days, and you will be satisfied!"

Ji Zhou's work efficiency is also high, he found a house, and found a few people to help unload the luggage, "This is the house left by a high-ranking official who went to another place, and the house was sold by the family when he was in trouble outside. .It was sold for 200 taels of silver, a big yard with six ins and six outs."

Fortunately, Xie Feng was sent to pack up in advance, otherwise he would have to worry about money again.

Song Jingwen nodded in satisfaction, "200 taels, not expensive. You can live in this courtyard in the southwest corner, and buy two maids, two brothers, and two men tomorrow. Remember to sign the death contract when you come back."

Ji Zhou tilted his head, and reluctantly said, "Am I the housekeeper? Throw everything at me, and I said why don't you bring Cha Yushu here, you're just torturing me."

Song Jingwen's eyes lit up, "Yes, and I will buy someone who can read and write to be a housekeeper."

Ji Zhou's heart was disturbed, and he went straight out, muttering, "I see where is the most prosperous brothel in Kyoto, and I went to drink flower wine."

The words were so hot, but Ji Zhou still didn't mean to do the business first, and then plunged into the gentle village.

Two days later, all the pots at Blacksmith Zhang's side were ready and delivered directly to the shop.

Song Jingwen was supervising the work in the kitchen, and Xie Feng was holding a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge as a snack in front of him. This little ancestor had a favorite and he had to get tired of it before getting a new one.

Xie Feng put down the bowl, smiled and settled the bill for Blacksmith Zhang, along with giving him a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge and a can of shaguo as toppings.

The "Xianghuan" restaurant has been renamed, and the "Freedom" restaurant is written in gold letters on a black background.The shopkeeper of the restaurant has also changed. He is a young man in his twenties. He said that the owner of the restaurant found him from the old city.

The restaurant didn't announce its opening without beating gongs and drums, and just opened the door for people to go in and wander around by themselves.This sense of mystery tickles people's hearts. I just know that this is a restaurant, but I don't know what kind of food it has. There is a strange little brick house at the door.

"Has the owner of the restaurant changed? If it can't keep going, then close the restaurant."

A person with some knowledge shook his head and revealed the news, "No change, just showed up. The surname is Song. This boss Song just came to Kyoto, so he went to all the shops starting with "Shi" with great fanfare. It’s all this shop. Don’t you think it’s a formidable person who moved this restaurant alone?”

"Hey, can a restaurant still turn out flowers?"

Finally, someone couldn't help but went in together, and asked straightforwardly, "What signature dishes do you have in your store?"

Xie Feng was sitting on the counter with his head exposed.

Song Jingwen propped his chin, ordered the wooden sign on the counter, and smiled wildly, "All the dishes are signature dishes. You enter this door and pay for it. You can eat whatever you want in it, and drink whatever you want. There is no limit to the desserts. There are different dishes in each season, why don't you go shopping first, and then pay if you are satisfied."

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on October 17, 11.27th year of Yuanlong calendar

I am wronged, what wronged me.Why didn't you bring me to the wife's party? He also specially changed into new clothes!I couldn't bear it, but as soon as my daughter-in-law left the house, Cha Jinwu came to see me.I followed him all the way into the small garden, separated by a wall, next to it was a little brother's party.Good guy, there is a wall between the man and the brother, I am a good hand at climbing over the wall...