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Chapter 87 Trip to Zhoucheng ([-]) Taking advantage of the situation
That night, Xianle Building, Fang City, Zhoucheng.

The building is four stories high, the second to fourth floors are all semi-open boxes, and the first floor is a lobby that looks like a patio.There is a stage right in front of the lobby, and the diners upstairs can see the performances of the nuns on the stage from different angles.

However, performances are not held every night. For example, the stage is empty tonight, so there are many fewer diners in the restaurant.There are only a few tables in the lobby on the first floor.

Wang Shaohe wore a robe representing his family identity, occupied a table by himself, ordered a glass of spiritual wine and sipped it slowly.

Yang Zhen and Chen Fuzhen were standing outside the restaurant, all three of them were wearing brand new clothes, looking towards the end of the street from time to time.

With a neighing sound, a carriage stopped at the entrance of the restaurant. Mr. Gong jumped out of the carriage as quickly as a young man, then turned around, and respectfully waited for another person in the carriage to get off.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and a thin old man in his sixties appeared in front of several people.He glanced around and saw Chen Fuzhen and the three waiting, nodded slightly, and then stepped down.

This person is the protagonist of tonight's banquet, Director Cui of Prince Ju's Mansion.

In order to invite this person out, Yang Zhen used a treasured name card.

It was the blue badge of the Zifu family of the Zhao family, which represented that the person holding the sticker was from the Zhao family.Yang Zhen only had three tickets in total, which were specially applied for by Caiyan when the company was established.

This time he had to use one of them, and on this blank name card, the identities such as "Dexingtang, shopkeeper, Fu Yuxiu" were marked.This post was forwarded through Guanshi Gong, and he made some promises in order to let him say a few words of kindness.

Things were going well, and Director Cui agreed to go to the banquet tonight.

……

Several people surrounded Director Cui and came to a box on the second floor.The boxes in Xianle Building are all soundproofed, so the sound from inside cannot be transmitted, but it does not affect the sound from outside.This is why Yang Zhen chose this restaurant.

Tonight he needed to rely on Wang Shaohe's identity, but it took a lot of pains to not let him hear the content of the conversation.

Manager Cui looked approachable and approachable, not at all the pretensions of the chief executive of the palace.He quickly figured out that the real owner tonight was the ten-year-old kid in front of him, who was called the young master by the shopkeeper Fu.

He didn't think it was disobedient, but talked with him like a spring breeze.After a while, Yang Zhen's eloquent talk, together with some anecdotal stories and even short jokes heard in her previous life, also surprised this well-informed old man.

The two quickly warmed up, like a pair of friends who have forgotten their age.

"What's the relationship between my little brother and the Zhao family in Weiyang?" The old man asked aloud after drinking and eating, taking a sip of tea.

"Mrs. Zhao's young lady is my adoptive mother." Yang Zhen told the truth.

"Young Madam, which Young Madam?" The old man asked curiously. There are so many women in the Zhao family, who knows which one is the Young Madam.

But there was a murmur in my heart, stepmother?Is this kid just a servant?If so, tonight's meal is simply humiliating the old man!

But can a servant have such insight?He was suspicious.

Yang Zhen explained Qin's identity.Seeing Manager Cui's expression turned a little pale, he knew that it was the word foster mother that made him suspicious.

He pretended not to know, just laughed: "Boy, here are two gifts for the two elders, please wait a moment."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and went downstairs.

He came behind Wang Shaohe on the first floor, and shouted loudly, "Uncle Sixteen!"

The voice could be heard almost throughout the building, and even the people in the box on the second floor could hear it clearly.

Wang Shaohe had been drinking downstairs at his request.Seeing him coming at this time, he took the calligraphy, painting and teapot out of the storage bag according to the agreement between the two of them.

Yang Zhen took the gift, thanked her, and ran upstairs again.

He respectfully presented the calligraphy and painting to Director Cui: "A small gift is not a respect."

The teapot was given to Mr. Gong.

The calligraphy and painting were not packaged, and half of them were already exposed. Director Cui reached out to take it and unfolded the painting directly.

"Dong Chang? "Xishan Journey Map"!" The old man was startled, his eyes burst into light: "Qing'an Wang Family! Who are you from the Wang Family!"

As the general manager in charge of purchasing in the Juwang Mansion, he would not fail to recognize that he obtained this painting from Dong Chang's family and gave it to the fourth elder of the Wang family as a gift.

Yang Zhen smiled and didn't answer, but moved closer to the old man, and whispered: "Can you spare a little time later, I have something to talk to the manager alone."

Although his voice was low, it was relatively quiet in the box, so everyone could hear it clearly.

Aunt Fu had received his orders before, so she stood up upon seeing this:
"Why do we have to eat later, we are all full, why not discuss with the manager and the young master here. Let's take a walk in this square."

Yang Zhen helped them get a few vouchers from the restaurant, allowing them to stay in Fangshi until Haishi.

Chen Fuzhen got up after him, he didn't say much all night, he just buried his head in eating, and he was longing to leave.

Director Gong didn't want to leave, but the two of them were going to leave, so they reluctantly followed.

Manager Cui did not stop him, he was now full of curiosity about Yang Zhen's identity.

What is the relationship between the Zhao family, the Wang family, the two old Zifu families, and this child?

He glanced downstairs, where the monk was still drinking, apparently waiting for the child.

Can let a monk, look at the attire, or a monk of the Wang family, as a follower, what is the identity of this child?
The room became quiet again, Yang Zhen poured a cup of tea with her own hands and handed it to Manager Cui.

The old man sipped his tea and said nothing, he wanted to see what this kid really wanted to do.

Yang Zhen went straight to the point: "I have a batch of Xuanyang wood, I wonder if Mr. Manager would like to eat it?"

He has just finished building momentum, and now it's time to talk about business.

The old man did not answer, but continued the question just now: "What is the relationship between the Wang family and the Zhao family and you?"

Yang Zhen put down her teacup, sighed leisurely like an adult, and told a story:
"After the fourth elder retired from the sect more than ten years ago, he traveled to Yunzhou and visited many places, including Weiyang County..."

"In Weiyang, he received the warm hospitality from the Zhao family, with big and small banquets, good wine, beautiful women..."

"Not long after my mother died, Mrs. Zhao took pity on my loneliness and adopted me as a foster son..."

……

"Stop, stop." Director Cui pointed at Yang Zhen in surprise, "You mean, you, you are the illegitimate son of the fourth elder of the Wang family?"

"I didn't say, I don't know anything," Yang Zhen smiled miserably: "There is no evidence, and no one will admit it, but..."

"The fourth elder told the Zhao family that they can help me find a way to keep me safe for the rest of my life. This way is Xuanyangmu..."

"The Wang family, the Zhao family can't do business with you directly. I'm different. I'm making a living by myself and have nothing to do with them. So, you don't have to worry about avoiding suspicion..."

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