Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

Cui Mansion.

Three lights were lit in the study.

Cui Ming sat in the armchair, twirling the string of sandalwood prayer beads in his hand.

The door was pushed open.

Six people were carried in.

His body was covered in wounds, his clothes were soaked in blood, and his face was swollen and disfigured.

The most shocking thing is that their right hands are gone.

Each person had a thick strip of cloth wrapped around the end of their right arm.

The strips of cloth were soaked in blood and were still dripping.

The leader of the assassins was brought before Cui Ming.

His legs went weak and he couldn't stand up, so he knelt down with a thud.

He let out a muffled wail.

"Lacking martial ethics..."

He recounted his experiences that night and the three waves of guards.

The conclusion was that the Gu family was prepared, and Gu Mingli could not be killed easily.

Cui Ming frowned in utter disgust at the strong, nauseating smell of blood emanating from the tip of his nose.

The prayer beads in his hand suddenly stopped moving.

The fat on his face twitched slightly, his expression darkened inch by inch, and his lips were pressed into a tight line.

He snorted coldly.

"I really underestimated that old dog, Gu Debai."

The aristocratic families have always looked down on officials from humble backgrounds.

No matter how high you climb, in the eyes of powerful families you're nothing more than a peasant.

Therefore, over the years, the Cui family has never taken the right prime minister, who was adept at handling affairs in the imperial court, seriously.

In Cui Ming's assessment, Gu Debai was a pure corrupt official.

His mind is only interested in money.

That person did not take sides, did not vie for power, and did not stir up trouble in the court.

But if it weren't for his two children being harmed today, he would never have discovered Gu Debai's methods.

The severed hands scattered all over the ground were a resounding slap in the face to Cui Ming.

How could someone capable of nurturing top-tier experts be a useless person who only knows how to rake in money?

Cui Ming stroked his beard, narrowed his eyes, and fell into deep thought.

A moment later, he looked at Zhao Pei, the Minister of Works, who was sitting to the side.

"Have someone investigate Gu Debai."

"Look at where all the money he's embezzled over the years has gone? How many people does he actually employ?"

Zhao Pei nodded in agreement.

Cui Ming leaned back in his chair and gave Zhou Qiao, who was sitting below him, a wink.

"Have someone spread some rumors about the Cuju (ancient Chinese football) tournament."

Zhou Qiao leaned forward slightly and whispered to confirm, "Please tell me, spread rumors about Xi Yao?"

Cui Ming picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Have someone suppress the news that the north may be facing a severe drought."

"Then they gossip among the common people that the current emperor doesn't care about the suffering of the people. He's throwing away huge sums of money to support a bunch of spoiled brats who come to the capital to play football and have fun."

Zhou Qiao's eyes lit up: "Brilliant!"

"in addition,"

Cui Ming looked out at the deep night, chuckled, and his eyes were full of calculation.

"This year's harvested grain is not allowed to be stored in the north."

"When a great disaster strikes in the north, and the emperor needs to distribute grain for disaster relief, he will have to come to the Cui family for help. Asking for favors is..."

"You have to show some sincerity. For example, send me the heads of the entire Gu family."

Zhou Qiao grinned. "Understood! I'll get on it right away."

……

The next two days.

Pujitang's "Event Accommodation Project" has been fully implemented and is flourishing.

The palace has been transformed into exclusive accommodations for members.

The Juhong Scenic Area Resort is also ready.

Three thousand guesthouses simultaneously registered and prepared to open for business.

In front of the main store of Fujido on Kyoto's main street, a sign reads "Grand Tour Visitor Center".

Gu Mingyue and her brother personally inspected the quality of the three reception services.

The standard has been met.

Inside the logistics park's office building.

Gu Mingli looked through the site plans and saw that the logistics park area had been expanding.

The stadium has been built, and recently Pei Yu has been taking a group of playboys from Kyoto there every day to practice and arrange matches.

With recent promotions in the city, the concept of logistics parks has spread throughout the streets and alleys of Kyoto.

The atmosphere throughout Kyoto became lively.

Gu Mingli asked his sister curiously, "Now that we've sorted out the accommodation, do you have any good ideas for food?"

Gu Mingyue smiled.

"I still have 43,000 taels of embezzled silver to spend. So..."

She walked to the window and looked out.

The logistics park is adjacent to the Cuju (ancient Chinese football) stadium on the east side and connected to the logistics park's warehousing area on the west side.

The large, flat expanse of yellow earth in the middle had been empty until now, with only some weeds growing there.

"Brother, look at that open space over there."

Gu Mingli leaned closer to the window and looked outside.

"I see it. It's quite a large area, what's wrong?"

"I plan to build a food court there."

Gu Mingli blinked.

"A food court?"

"right."

Gu Mingyue turned around.

"The main road between the logistics park and the stadium will be completely covered with sheds on both sides, creating a pedestrian street format."

"The stalls are all standardized, with three hundred fixed locations. We specifically recruit skilled artisans from the capital to set up stalls."

Gu Mingli tilted his head to look at the picture and pointed to a blank area on the paper.

"What about this piece? What are you going to do with it?"

Gu Mingyue drew a circle on the open ground with the tip of her pen.

"Grand market".

"A large market?"

"It's like a market day. This open space is open to farmers from the surrounding towns and counties. They can come in carrying loads to sell the fruits, vegetables, and handicrafts they grow themselves."

Gu Mingli nodded thoughtfully.

"Are you trying to attract attention?"

"Yes. Where there's popularity, there's retail, and where there's retail, there's wholesale in the future."

"I want this area, where people gather, to gradually develop into a wholesale market. This way, it's close to the logistics distribution center, which will facilitate the development of the logistics industry."

"So, you're now going to set up a large-scale comprehensive market."

"Yes. Let people who come here, even if they don't go into the stadium, spend the whole day outside. This is to prepare for the next step of logistics launch."

Gu Mingli rubbed his chin and thought for a moment.

"But with such a large area, it's bound to get chaotic if there are too many people. The city's police force isn't enough."

Gu Mingyue glanced at him.

"So, I need my brother to do something for me."

"Asking the emperor for something again?"

"Not the emperor. Seek the King of Qi."

Gu Mingli was stunned for a moment.

"Looking for King Qi?"

"Yes. King Qi not only has active-duty soldiers, but also a large number of veterans who have been through many battles but have retired due to injuries or old age."

"Have him send three hundred capable men over here, and Pujitang will pay their wages. Form a supervisory team to be responsible for maintaining order and patrolling the food court and market around the clock. They are experts at deterring thieves."

Gu Mingli thought about it and felt that this matter was easy to handle.

"Alright, I'll go and deliver the message to the King of Qi."

At this point, Gu Mingli felt a little sorry for her sister.

His sister was a busy demon in modern times, and she was still just as busy after she traveled to ancient times!

He could only cast a sympathetic glance at her and pat his sister on the shoulder.

"Young comrade, you've worked hard to spend the money."

Gu Mingyue pouted, looking aggrieved.

"Brother, you've suffered a lot, both in terms of embarrassment and hardship, in your palace intrigue

Gu Mingli: "..."

It's a memory I can't bear to look back on.

The brother and sister sighed.

Gu Mingli suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, how do you plan to launch your food court?"

"Is it even possible for anyone to set up a stall in this deep suburb?"

"Even if someone were willing to set up a stall, who would travel all the way from the city to spend money here?"

Gu Mingyue smiled, already having a plan.

"Hey bro, ever heard of a lucky draw for purchases?"

Gu Mingli nodded, but he was still completely confused.

"What does this have to do with spending in a lottery? Your system doesn't allow you to send money out."

Gu Mingyue held up her finger and waved it from side to side.

"I'm not paying out. I still have ten million free-range ducks from Jiangzhou stuck in my inventory that I haven't allowed to sell."

"I need to find a way to use it up. Otherwise, once Manager Chen sells it and hands over the bill to the Gu family, another sum of money will be added to my mission balance."

"As for publicity..."

Gu Mingyue turned her head and her gaze fell on a silent black shadow behind her.

The corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

"I have someone specifically in charge."

Yi Wu seemed to sense something, and his back stiffened slightly.