Ming Dynasty: My Father Zhang Juzheng

Chapter 43: Fake? Artist!

When Zhang Siwei returned home, it was already midnight.

After this experience, he was really a little scared. Seeing that he had no followers, these soldiers thought he was a minor official and dared to surround him directly.

Fortunately, those guys knew their limits and only beat a few sedan bearers, not daring to infringe on him in any way.

After sipping two mouthfuls of ginseng tea, Zhang Siwei finally suppressed his panic. At the same time, he also made up his mind to bring guards with him when he traveled in the future.

On the other side, several soldiers moved left and right and went straight to a brothel.

When I entered the private room, I saw Han San sitting in front of a dark round table with his eyes slightly closed.

On his left and right sides, there were two beautiful women serving tea and water, massaging his feet and legs, which made the few people very excited.

"Third brother." Several people called out respectfully together.

Han Sanyi raised his eyes, stared at the leader and said, "Is everything done?"

"It's all done. The people inside didn't move, so we just beat the four sedan bearers." The man was beaming with joy, adding fuel to the fire, "If it weren't for your order, we really wanted to catch the people inside and have a look."

"If you dare to offend the third brother, ask our brothers first to see if they agree or not!"

Han San smiled slightly, broke free from the four women, and stood up: "I have already paid for these women, so let the brothers have a good time tonight, just as a reward for you."

As he spoke, he took out another fifteen taels of silver and handed it to the leading young man.

"Thank you, Third Brother." The young man smiled and collected the silver, patting his chest and saying, "If Third Brother encounters any enemies in the future, just come and tell me. I have nothing but a heart that is willing to risk one's life for a friend."

"With your words, I feel relieved."

Han San patted the young man on the shoulder and said a few nice words. Then he walked out of the building under the ferocious gazes of several people.

After a while, a dejected sound rang out in the building.

"A bunch of idiots who don't know how to live or die." Han San looked inside and smiled sarcastically. He turned around and went straight to Zhang Yunxiu's mansion.

When he arrived, Zhang Yunxiu was still studying the "Bao Bao" plan for a few days. When he heard that Han San was coming, he immediately asked someone to invite him to the small hall.

The two of them sat down with the courtesy of host and guest. Han Sanxian said, "I have done what the young master asked me to do. I am sure that the man is proud of his noble status and can only bite the bullet and swallow this loss."

Zhang Yunxiu nodded, pulled Han San up, walked to the table and chairs, and took out a small piece of paper.

On the small piece of paper, there was a handsome number written, and on it was a red seal.

"Let's see how it goes?"

"Sir, what if this seal is forged?" Han San asked inexplicably.

"No way, who dares to forge an official seal?" Zhang Yunxiu asked back.

Han San hesitated for a while before speaking: "There are many strange people in the capital. Not to mention your seal, even antique paintings, banknotes, and official certificates can all be forged."

"Do you know such a person?" Zhang Yunxiu stared at Han San and asked suspiciously.

Han San's mouth twitched, a few strands of sweat oozed out of his forehead, and he stammered, "I don't know him."

"Do you know him or not?"

"I know him, but I'm not familiar with him." Han San said with a wry smile.

"Bring the man to me tomorrow. I want to see for myself whether he has the ability." Zhang Yunxiu waved his hand, and there was a hint of refusal in his voice.

Han San wanted to slap himself a few times, but since Shangguan had asked him to do it, he had no choice but to do it.

At noon the next day, Han Sandeng sat down in a teahouse next to the street.

Although the meeting was scheduled for the end of the day and there was still some time left, in order to show respect, the two had to come here early and wait.

Leaning against the window facing the street, Wang He looked uneasy, with his hands on his knees, and kept asking Han San questions.

"Third Master, I have been abiding by the law recently, but I have not dared to do that. Tell me, why does the big man behind you want to see me? I am just a small person, why would he want to see me?" "Third Master, I have been filial to you a lot, you can't just ignore me."

"Shut up!" Han San was annoyed by him and threatened, "If you keep talking nonsense, I will throw you into the Jinyiwei prison. For all the shit you did, shut up if you want to live."

Wang He calmed down now, gulped down two sips of hot tea, and opened his mouth to say something else. Han San glared at him, and Wang He's eyelids jumped in shock, and he turned his head away, not daring to say anything more.

The two waited for a while, the sun gradually set, and then they heard footsteps coming from downstairs.

Han San stood up, pulled Wang He to the stairs, and saw Zhang Yunxiu walking in wearing a green robe.

"Young Master." Han San hurriedly called out with a smile and walked down the stairs to greet him.

The two of them continued, and Zhang Yunxiu asked, "Where are the people?"

"It's upstairs."

"Come on, take me to see it." Zhang Yunxiu looked impatient.

He has always had great respect for this kind of artist.

Upstairs, Wang He saw Zhang Yunxiu and Han San coming up, and thought to himself: Even Han San, who is a ruthless person, is so afraid of this man, it seems that this man must be of a very high status.

Moreover, this guy is very bookish and should be a man of elegance.

So that means you are looking for fake antiques yourself?

It’s just right. Today I can kick Han San out and get close to this big shot.

After figuring this out, Wang He smiled flatteringly and trotted forward, then saluted Zhang Yunxiu and said, "My humble self, Wang He, greets you, sir."

Zhang Yunxiu raised his eyes and glanced at the man. He saw that he was big and strong with a dark and greasy face. He didn't look like a faker, but more like a thug.

Han San saw Zhang Yunxiu's doubts and explained with a smile: "Sir, don't be fooled by his big and strong appearance. In fact, he is a bad guy. He can get anything, including banknotes, Xia Shang's tripod, and red-lettered iron certificates."

"Brother Han San, don't say that. We only make fake antiques and don't dare to do anything else." Wang He explained hurriedly.

Han San chuckled, and without further ado, he held Wang He down and searched his body, finding three banknotes, two seals, and a marriage certificate.

Zhang Yunxiu took the banknote and took a look at it.

"The ticket is worth fifty taels."

It was issued by Baoxianghao, the largest bank in Beijing.

Zhang Yunxiu picked it up and took a look, then took out a silver note from his arms to compare it. After looking at it for a while, he found that the two silver notes were different in size.

The handwriting on the seal above is almost exactly the same.

"Is this true?" Zhang Yunxiu looked at Han San and asked.

Han San shook his head, let go of Wang He, took Wang He's banknote from Zhang Yunxiu, and explained, "The thickness of the two pieces of paper is different, and after you peel off your banknote, there is a secret seal inside, but his does not."

"You know it clearly." Zhang Yunxiu teased.

"What I'm doing is called becoming a doctor through long-term illness. I'm scared of these unscrupulous businessmen." Han San scratched his head with a smile.

Zhang Yunxiu did not comment, but turned his head to look at the uneasy Wang He and asked, "Can you really fake anything?"

Wang He was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

"The young master is asking you a question, are you deaf?!" Han San's eyes widened and he shouted from the side.

"Yes, yes. I will do whatever you ask me to do." Wang He nodded repeatedly.

"Well, take us to your house first. If things go well, you will be rich and powerful in the future."

(End of this chapter)