man sanctified in death row vest

Chapter 11

Zheng Xiu has lived in this world for more than 20 years and understood one thing.

Zheng's father died in battle, Zheng's mother was depressed, and later threw herself into the river, leaving only Zheng Xiu's empty Zheng's house and a hereditary title of "Marquis of Zhonglie".

Human nature is weak, and he wants to make a fortune in the imperial city through the relationship of his deceased father. He has neither a golden finger nor Zheng Xiu, who is unlucky against the weather.

Therefore, although Zheng Xiu has the memory of his previous life and some small cleverness, but he has struggled from scratch to become the richest man in the imperial city, not because of his own efforts.

Behind this huge business empire, there is a complex chain of interests.

Simply put.

Just as every emperor worried about the bloody plot of "too anxious to meet each other" when he was old, the old Wei who sat on the throne of the deep palace has produced seven princes so far.

Among them, due to various reasons, there are only three of the seven princes left.

The third prince, Wei Chaozhong, saw Zheng Xiu's business talent and all kinds of whimsy very early on. In front of Zheng Xiu, he always got along with Zheng Xiu as a "confidant".

It is impossible for Zheng Xiu to really give his life to the third prince. Later, Zheng Xiu gradually got in touch with a wider circle, and he also maintained a certain friendly relationship with the other two princes.

Of course, with Zheng Xiu's gradually showing financial strength and skills, the three princes successively expressed their intention to win over Zheng Xiu.Zheng Xiu didn't want to get involved, and gave full play to the spirit of Tai Chi, pushing here and giving away there, indicating that he is a law-abiding businessman, and he only cares about money, and dare not ask more about other things.

There are many strange things about his imprisonment. Anyone who hears the statement of "5000 million tax concealed" feels outrageous.He, Zheng Xiu, really wants to have the ability to hide 5000 million yuan in taxes. Now, if he really thinks that the emperor's subordinates are all trash, why can't he find out?
It stands to reason that it would make sense for the old emperor to allow Zheng Xiu to thrive like he was raising leeks and wait until now.But whether he hides taxes or not, other people say that there is no proof. Zheng Xiu doesn't know how much money he has.

Not to mention anything else, [-]% of the shops on Zhengyang Avenue in front of the palace are now under the name of Zheng Xiu. Does he need to hide taxes?
Zheng Xiu casually fiddled with the tender green on the golden vine.

The more I think about it, the more I understand.

To make trouble without warning and send Zheng Xiu to the prison is nothing more than to make Zheng Xiu calm down and not make trouble.

Zheng Xiu's act of letting Erniang lead someone into prison today seems extravagant and enjoyable, but in the eyes of those who are interested, it is a bit different, which shows that Zheng Xiu must take action.

So in the evening, Shi Wentong was ordered to beat and warn.

"If I were them, if they wanted to plot my Zheng family's property, they would definitely be fully prepared and get into their souls."

"It seems that it's not that they didn't expect it, but that there were some sudden changes and it was too late."

"I obviously just want to keep myself safe and be an ordinary wealthy businessman."

"Why do you force me?"

"If you really want money, just ask me for it, and it's not like I won't give it to you, so why bother?"

Zheng Xiu fiddled with Luteng's fingers and sighed softly:
"It seems that Old Wei is likely to die soon."

……

into the night.

Now it's November and it's autumn, the sun is setting on the western mountain, the thin moon is just on the branches, the city is already chilling, the young masters who are looking for flowers at night are in groups, lively and laughing, and the atmosphere is still in full swing.

On the canal, there are sparkling lights and misty water vapor.Inside the painted boats with colorful flags with the word "Zheng", there are profuse and soft songs, sometimes weeping like complaining, sometimes screaming and moaning, and those who hear it are fascinated.

Although Heaven and Earth is a brothel, regular customers all know that in Boss Zheng's mouth, he calls his "Heaven and Earth" a "nightclub".

In front of the gate of heaven and earth is resplendent and magnificent, and the colorful paintings of the gateposts on both sides alone have a lot of attention.The painting above is a muscular man with a hazy face, surrounded by beauties with different veils. This kind of scene makes people involuntarily feel the same as the man in the painting.

Today's heaven and earth are the same as usual, the doors are open to welcome guests, and the people who receive them are rich sons and high-ranking officials.

"Ding ding ding ding..."

I don't know what a good day it is today. A flower hunter found that there are many small bells hanging in front of the gate of heaven and earth, and there are red satin hanging under the bells.

Every time someone enters, the bells collide with each other, making a series of crisp jingling sounds, ups and downs, close your eyes and listen carefully, combined with the precious sandalwood fragrance wafting from the building, it makes people feel in a trance, as if there is a peerless beauty, using The pleasant voice said "Welcome".

"Wonderful!"

The flower hunters praised today's unique decoration, adding to their interest.

"What the hell, dare to come to heaven and earth to play wild? Looking for flowers and asking willows is about what you like and what you like. If you want to play something strong, please go out and turn right. There is a house next door that can be strong. Here? Hey, it won't work! "

"Throw it out."

At this time.

Several guards of the Zheng family, dressed in black and with fleshy faces, threw a luxuriously dressed son out like a chicken.

The young master's ass fell to the ground and suffered pain, and he didn't suffer in his mouth, yelling that it was just a run-down brothel, and whoever my father was, he must make the boss behind him look good.

"Father Li Shuanghammer!"

The guards of the Zheng family were not surprised by these foreign visitors who were not familiar with the way: "Who cares about your sledgehammer, double hammer, three hammer and four hammer, and don't look at whose territory is here?"

The others gathered around for a while, pointing and laughing secretly, and dispersed in a hurry.

It is such a trivial matter that someone comes to heaven and earth to play wild, and regular visitors who come here for joy can encounter it once every ten days and a half months, and it happens every month and every month. It is more realistic to hang your own name tag under the hour of the girl you like.

Foreigners are ignorant.

The son-in-law who yelled "Father Li Shuanghammer" saw the crowd of onlookers dispersing quickly, felt dull and left angrily.

inside of.

Today, it is rare that there is no most famous "stage opera" in heaven and earth, and the flower guests can only concentrate on dealing with the girls around them.

After thirty days of drinking, on some tables, the flower guests whispered to each other.

"I heard that Mr. Zheng...has something happened?"

Someone made a circle with his left hand and a finger with his right hand, and went deep into the circle.With this gesture, he wanted to imply whether Mr. Zheng had "entered".

"I've heard about it too, but it can't be done. Didn't you just throw an arrogant young man out just now? If something really happened to Mr. Zheng, how can these servants have such confidence?"

Everyone in the same seat realized it immediately, tacitly, even saying it was impossible.

"That is!"

"It's nonsense to say something happened to Mr. Zheng!"

"What nonsense!"

"drink!"

"Done!"

All kinds of episodes did not affect the business of the brothel. Soon, as the night was getting dark and the lights were festooned, some people cheered and some people turned back. In short, this street was full of people coming and going.

About the climax of the moon, a poorly dressed man came to the gate of heaven and earth.

I saw him dressing up for walking, walking in straw sandals, with a little mud under his rolled-up trouser legs, wearing a linen jacket on his upper body, and carrying a broken bamboo hat behind him.

When Zhizhi arranged the bell outside the door in advance, she took the initiative to ask Erniang to come and guard the counter tonight.

From a distance, she saw the man dressed as a pedestrian, and her heart skipped a beat, but she didn't go out to greet him, but bowed her head to settle accounts.

Consumption in the heaven and earth is either rich or expensive. A cyclist walked in and attracted the attention of many people.

Some stared and watched, some waved their fans and smiled, some toasted and drank lightly, all of them were waiting for the fun.

The chirp on the counter showed a fit of dislike, but he quickly put on a smile and asked, "A friend comes from afar, welcome to heaven and earth."

It seemed that it was the first time for Pilgrim to come to such a luxurious place, his expression flickered and he was a little trembling.

He took out a cloth bag and poured out some broken silver and copper plates.

They began to talk about prices, ask market prices, and find girls.

Zhizhi breathed a sigh of relief, and the secret sign was matched quietly.She quietly squeezed a piece of cloth into a ball, on which the master's instructions were embroidered in advance.

Zhizhi quietly found a girl who voluntarily sold herself, she was old and experienced, and she was skilled in techniques.The girl looked at the flower guests tonight, with a reluctance on her face.Zhizhi smiled and said: "He can only go whoring for this price, sister, you can rest assured that you can drink, sing and have a long talk until dawn, why not do it!"

The flower guest and the girl went upstairs.

The next step is to have fun behind closed doors, talking about wine and talking, which makes people think endlessly.

(End of this chapter)