This son-in-law is wicked in a good way!

After seeing off Qi Kun and four other material suppliers, they departed.

Zhang Ping'an immediately summoned Ning Chen.

"My lord, what are your orders?" Ning Chen rushed in, panting.

"How many houses are left?" Zhang Ping'an asked.

Around two hundred sets.

"Uh, someone just bought a hundred sets out of the box," Zhang Ping'an said.

Ning Chen's eyes widened instantly, and he froze on the spot.

"Here's what you do: go to the main gate and put up a sign saying the house is sold out."

Ning Chen asked, puzzled, "My lord, aren't there still a hundred sets left?"

"I need these hundred sets." Zhang Ping'an waved his hand. "Go and do as I say!"

"yes!"

He intends to give these one hundred sets to the Empress!

The mansions in Wenhua Garden are definitely scarce assets. When the time comes, many ministers who cannot buy them will surely try to find a way by pulling strings everywhere.

If the Empress had a hundred sets, wouldn't that be perfect for winning people's hearts?

Moreover, this house originally belonged to the Empress; he was merely a manager.

Both morally and logically, some should be left for the Empress.

Otherwise, what if the Empress is unhappy and says: "Zhang Ping'an, you actually sold all the houses behind my back! What should your punishment be?"

Who can Zhang Ping'an complain to?

In a feudal society where human rights are nonexistent, the key to success is to be meticulous and cautious.

At 3:45 PM, the autumn sun felt slightly cool on my face.

The Imperial Study.

The Empress was reviewing memorials when a young eunuch came to report.

"Your Majesty, Zhang Ping'an, the Night Watchman, requests an audience and is waiting outside the palace gates!"

The Empress's eyes lit up, and she rose, saying, "Prepare the carriage for the Hall of Mental Cultivation!"

Mo Yu followed behind her, and the two hurriedly went to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Zhang Ping'an was brought to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, where he still entered with his head bowed in a proper manner.

"Your humble servant Zhang Ping'an greets Your Majesty!"

He quickly scanned the area behind the desk out of the corner of his eye... Sure enough, no one was there.

Strange, is this empress afraid of seeing people?

Zhang Ping'an had some doubts in his heart.

Inside the room, the Empress could not see Zhang Ping'an's expression, but her voice was cold and clear.

"Rise!"

"What business do you have seeing me?"

Zhang Ping'an stopped his random thoughts and said seriously, "Your Majesty, one-third of the houses I built have already been sold. Because they are so popular, I'm afraid they will all be sold out by tomorrow. Therefore, I am entrusting the last one hundred houses to Your Majesty for disposal."

"What did you say?!"

The Empress's voice suddenly trembled with surprise!

Zhang Ping'an was so frightened that he immediately knelt down and cried out, "Your Majesty, please calm your anger!"

He couldn't see the shock on the Empress's face, but he could tell from her voice that she was angry.

Of course, he didn't know why the empress suddenly got angry, so he knelt down first.

Surrender and you lose half the battle!

Inside the room, the Empress's shocked expression gradually returned to calm, and her tone softened.

"You don't need to panic, it was I who lost my composure."

"Zhang Ping'an, are you saying that two-thirds of the houses you built in the south of the city have already been sold?"

The Empress was somewhat skeptical and asked again.

"Exactly," Zhang Ping'an replied firmly.

The Empress glanced at Mo Yu, who also looked shocked, and whispered, "He wouldn't be lying to me, would he?"

"I remember we only started advertising it yesterday, and it's already sold out after just two days?"

Mo Yu respectfully replied, "Your Majesty, strictly speaking, it was only sold for one day. Yesterday was considered a promotional day."

The Empress's beautiful face was filled with shock: "One day... are there really so many wealthy people in the capital? Why didn't I know?"

Mo Yu said, "Your Majesty, the house designed by Zhang Ping'an is indeed very innovative."

The implication is that it wouldn't be surprising if they sold out in a day.

Immediately, the empress's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and her whole being radiant with beauty that made it difficult for people to look directly at her.

"If those houses sell so well, then Zhang Ping'an giving me his last hundred houses to dispose of... that would be an enormous favor!"

Mo Yu secretly pursed her lips: "Your Majesty, the entire Great Wu is yours, and the land in the south of the city is also yours. How can you say that Zhang Ping'an gave it to you? It can only be said that it has been returned to its rightful owner."

Mo Yu didn't want the Empress to think that she owed Zhang Ping'an a huge favor.

Otherwise, that guy will definitely push his luck!

"What you say makes sense." The Empress nodded, but she still greatly appreciated Zhang Ping'an's act of giving away the house.

The Empress composed herself and regained her calm voice: "Zhang Ping'an, you've put your heart into this."

"It is my honor to serve Your Majesty." Zhang Ping'an knew all too well that flattery would never fail him.

"By the way, Your Majesty, if I am not mistaken, many court officials may be looking to buy your houses soon. You may adjust your prices accordingly."

Interesting… The Empress smiled broadly.

"I understand. You may return now."

"This humble servant takes his leave!" Zhang Ping'an bowed, stood up, and left.

The Empress immediately said to Mo Yu, "Xiao Yu, send someone to find out the current situation of Zhang Ping'an's houses."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will immediately send a trusted confidant to investigate." Mo Yu immediately went to do so.

The residence of Lu Zhanshan, Minister of Works.

Snapped!

He slammed the fine blue-and-white porcelain teacup to the ground, where it shattered instantly!

"Hmph, the Left Chancellor has ruined me!"

Although Lu Zhanshan listened to the Prime Minister's advice and temporarily refrained from buying the house in Wenhua Garden, he continued to send people to keep an eye on the situation.

The news just came back that all the houses in Wenhua Garden had been sold out!

Originally, Lu Zhanshan wasn't too worried when he heard there were still two hundred sets left, but they were all sold out in the blink of an eye.

With Lu Zhanshan's wisdom, he could naturally understand that someone must be hoarding this rare commodity.

Now he was really worried.

"Given the current popularity of Wenhua Garden, the prices of the houses will definitely go up tomorrow."

Lu Zhanshan is almost certain that not only will prices rise, but it will also be very difficult to find a house there.

at the same time.

Others who were also paying attention to the Wenhua Garden residence were also dumbfounded.

Qi Kun and Zhang Ping'an's actions caught all the onlookers completely off guard.

The Left Prime Minister's Residence.

Upon hearing the news reported by his servant, Lu Chongyang's hand, which was practicing calligraphy, froze in mid-air and lingered there for a long time.

"Alas, I underestimated this beast!"

"I never expected him to be able to create such a novel house."

"What should we do now?"

In fact, Lu Chongyang also wanted to buy it, but he didn't want to let Zhang Ping'an benefit from it.

The result was counterproductive; the house sold out immediately.

Zhang Ping'an asked Ning Chen to bring people to buy him furniture, a bed, quilts and other daily necessities, and he moved directly into Wenhua Garden.

"The houses in this world are so good. They're all made of solid wood, all-natural and pollution-free, and you can move in right away without worrying about formaldehyde."

"And you won't have to smell bad when you go to the toilet anymore."

Zhang Ping'an was in a great mood.

Since leaving the Prime Minister's residence, he has been sleeping on a hard bed in the yamen. This is only because he is a single man; if he had a woman, the bed would have fallen apart long ago.

"My lord, Ning Chen requests an audience!"

"Come in!"

Zhang Ping'an sat at the head of the living room, picked up a cup of tea, and felt relaxed, as if he were a county magistrate in a period drama.

Ning Chen, dressed in a blue robe, rushed in, bowed, and said, "My lord, I would like to ask, now that all the houses have been sold, can the person in charge of publicity return?"