Film and Television: Immortality Begins in the Kingdom of Qing

The one who liked to show off his melons since he was little.

A child who loves to cause trouble.

I've finally grown up a little.

On the other side, he was dragged around by Versace early in the morning.

Fan Xian, who was looking at properties, would get a headache after visiting each house.

It's not because the place isn't big enough.

It's just ridiculously expensive.

He was initially very confident, having made a fortune.

The next day, he was completely humiliated.

Since the goal is to create an academy for the elite.

At the very least, it should be located on the east side.

But the house prices in the eastern part of the capital can easily reach tens of thousands of taels of silver.

Those below 50,000 are mostly double-entry, while those above 50,000 are mostly triple-entry.

But there's nothing to sell at all.

Not to mention the hundreds of thousands.

Fan Xian thought to himself, "I'm already in Nanqing, and I still have to worry about housing prices."

People's attachment to houses has been deeply ingrained since ancient times.

Fan Xian rubbed his head and couldn't help but ask Versace:

"Do you think it's possible for us to squeeze another bit of money out of Lao Fan?"

Versace suddenly trembled for no reason and howled:

"Please, please spare the child. My injury from last night still hurts."

"Why don't you go? I promise I won't kill you!"

Fan Xian's eyes darted around, and he chuckled slyly:

"Even if I cripple you, at least I can help you find a doctor."

If you cripple me, do you think you know any of those masters and martial artists?

"I'm an official, my words carry more weight than yours, a commoner."

Versace tilted his head to the side.

"Hmm, that makes sense."

In fact, Fan Xian felt that even if Versace transferred another 50,000 taels, it would be a huge loss.

It couldn't fill the hole left by the lack of academy space.

They oversimplified things.

Since the goal is to create the first aristocratic academy in the capital.

Its level of luxury, or rather its level of elegance, must be among the top.

However, Nanqing Wendao is somewhat sluggish.

but.

Yet, this only made Wen Dao more sought after by everyone.

Otherwise, Fan Xian himself wouldn't have been able to earn a reputation as a minor talent.

This has led to anything related to literature and culture being ridiculously expensive.

The renovation alone is a huge expense.

The two bid farewell to the broker.

Let's go back to the Fan residence first and then make plans.

who knows.

Fan Xian and Versace had just arrived at the door.

Then they saw a line of carriages blocking the entrance to the Fan residence.

At this moment, several unfamiliar servants began carrying boxes off the carriage.

He walked into the mansion.

And seeing those heavy steps, Versace's eyes lit up.

She quietly tugged at Fan Xian's sleeve.

"I'm telling you, that box is definitely full of silver!"

Fan Xian was taken aback and subconsciously asked:

"Impossible, judging by this, if it were really silver, how much would it be?"

Besides, what respectable person would choose to use cash instead of banknotes?

Versace immediately showed a look of disdain.

"When I have nothing to do, I like to sneak into the private vault and steal silver for fun."

The force they used was enough to make the box sag to a great height off the ground.

You thought it was a stone?

Using such a nice box to store stones? Are you crazy?!

yeah!

This was the first time Fan Xian had been scolded by that brat, Versace.

But the thought of this guy's obsession with money made me gasp.

I'm afraid it really is true.

"Oh, you two are back."

"Quickly, enter the mansion; distinguished guests await you."

Fan Xian and Versace looked completely bewildered.

He hurriedly followed Liu Ruyu inside.

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The two had just entered the lobby.

Then I saw the young man sitting to the side.

When he saw Versace and Versace.

He hurriedly stood up, clasped his hands, and bowed.

"Lin Ruofu's second son, Lin Gong, greets Lord Fan Xian."

Fan Xian froze on the spot.

Because of the information he obtained from the Control Yuan yesterday.

And some portraits.

The assassin who attacked and killed him that day.

Almost all of them were people from the Prime Minister's residence.

Among them were two guest advisors who frequently visited the Prime Minister's residence.

Such an obvious clue.

Fan Xiandu is preparing for these few days.

Investigate the people in the Prime Minister's residence.

Who knew?

This guy actually went straight to the Fan residence.

Liu Ruyu was puzzled when she saw that Fan Xian remained silent.

But then, as if remembering something, Lin Gong said to Liu Ruyu:

"Please ask the Vice Minister's wife to find a quiet place."

I have important matters to discuss with Lord Fan Xian.

Fan Xian then realized what was happening and waved his hand, saying:

"No need, this place is fine."

He remained wary of Lin Gong.

At this time, Teng Zijing was out, and Uncle Wuzhu was nowhere to be found. What if this guy had some ulterior motive?

Then wasn't he killed unjustly?

Even if it's in one's own residence.

Lin Gong vividly remembered his father's instructions.

Even if you're rude to them, you still greet them with a smile.

"It concerns the prince's instructions."

I brought two million taels of silver with me when I came here.”

Upon hearing this, Versace's face immediately turned smug.

He couldn't help but pat Fan Xian on the shoulder and say:

"See, I told you so, it will definitely be silver."

He had just finished speaking when he suddenly remembered something and stared intently at Lin Gong.