Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 69 Encounter with Xue Pan
  Not wanting to talk about this heavy topic anymore, Jia Cong thought for a moment and said, "Two brothers, are you interested in starting a small business and making some money?"

"What business?" Sun Chi asked.

"My little brother has a way of brewing extremely strong wine, which is several times stronger than the wine on the market today. I think it will sell well. Are you two brothers interested?"

The second prince pondered for a moment and said: "This is indeed a good way, but my father has long issued a strict order prohibiting the prince from having too close contact or entanglement with the noble ministers, so it is not convenient for the two of us to interfere."

Jia Cong was a little disappointed and said with a helpless smile: "That's it, my little brother Meng Lang."

"However, although we brothers cannot intervene directly, nor can we send people from the government to handle it, it is not impossible to ask the uncle's family to buy shares on our behalf." The second prince changed his tone and said with a smile.

Jia Cong's eyes lit up. Sure enough, there were policies and countermeasures: "Unknown uncle Guo's family?"

Sun Chi said: "The Chen family of Yingchuan has been a famous family for hundreds of years. Now the head of the family is our mother's brother, who is also our brother's uncle. How about asking him to send someone to discuss this matter with you when the time comes?"

"It couldn't be better, then I wish us a prosperous business, abundant financial resources, and great success." Jia Cong was so happy that he used two princes as his protective umbrella, and he was not afraid of anyone being jealous.

The three of them laughed and drank a full glass.

Jia Cong turned his head slightly, and suddenly saw that the gauze curtain around the platform was lifted open by the girl, and everyone could finally see the true face of the Lan family in Lushan.

Suddenly there was a burst of exclamations and gasps from all around.

Lanwei is sitting on her knees, her well-tailored clothes outline her graceful curves, her eyebrows are like ink paintings, her eyes are like autumn water, her teeth are like gourd rhinoceros, her facial features are as delicate as if they were painted by heavenly craftsmen, she has a charming smile, and her beautiful eyes are looking forward to it. , like a peerless monster, taking away everyone's hearts in an instant.

Jia Huan held half a piece of chicken in his mouth and unconsciously dropped it on his lap. He stared blankly at the peerless beauty in front of him and felt that she was so beautiful.

There was silence for a moment.

Jia Cong saw that everyone in Lan was about seventeen or eighteen years old, but he gave off a very stable and mature feeling. He was obviously a veteran in the entertainment industry, well-rounded and accustomed to having both sides, and his mental age was far beyond that of his peers.

The two princes just looked at it with admiration, then turned to ask Jia Cong: "Brother Cong, what do you think of this girl?"

Jia Cong said truthfully: "The beauty of the country is fragrant, but it brings disaster to the country and its people."

The two laughed, and Lan Wei deserved such praise.

Lan Wei opened her lips lightly and said softly: "You all know the rules of concubinehood. It's getting late, and now there is one last song, which I will give to a close friend present.

All of you are the best among men. How to choose is a difficult question in Weier's mind, so she took the liberty of asking the young master and the gentlemen to write a poem each for the public opinion.

Firstly, it can be based on talent, so as not to let people say that I am partial and unfair; secondly, it can be combined with poetry. Later, when I return from my dream in the middle of the night and cannot sleep alone, I will look at the poem manuscript and think of today's scene, and I can talk about it. -Comfort. "

Everyone was prepared and cheered. The girls presented me with pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

Jia Cong secretly sighed that the blue line head was a calculation on the ribs, it was too precise. Without spending a penny, she deceived many poems and used clever words to deceive each other, so that these princes and grandsons voluntarily offered them with their hands for her to choose.

Sun Chi said: "Brother Cong, this is your specialty, don't say you can't do it."

Jia Cong smiled and shook his head, saying: "To be a guest at the curtain, you don't necessarily need to write any poems."

None of the poems in his stomach were masterpieces that would shine through the ages. He would never do this kind of loss-making business on this person who could only look at it but not touch it.

"Oh? Does Brother Cong have any other fantastic ideas?" the second prince said with a smile. "What tricks do you want to play? Besides poetry, do you have other talents?" Sun Chi asked doubtfully.

"Hehe, we'll find out later."

Suddenly I heard a loud voice shouting: "Aren't you Lan making things difficult for us rough guys? If you want to express your sincerity and basis, why do you have to use poetry?"

Lan Wei looked at the elegant room next to her and said with a smile: "Does this gentleman have other high opinions? You might as well speak up and let us discuss it."

"I don't have a high opinion, but I do have a low opinion." The man said.

When the patrons in the audience heard his vulgar words, they all reprimanded him: "Where does this vulgar person come from? Don't use nonsense to offend everyone."

The man laughed, bang, slapped a stack of silver notes on the table, and said, "I, Uncle Xue, have offered me ten thousand taels of silver to listen to Lan's song. Is there anyone who bids higher than me?"

Jia Cong was slightly startled, as if he had heard this voice before, and suddenly thought of someone, shook his head and laughed, it turned out to be him, Xue Pan, Xue Bawang, Xue Dashazi, the future uncle.

"Do you know this person?" Sun Chi said with a smile.

Jia Cong nodded: "This is after Ziwei gave birth to Mr. Xue. His name is Xue Pan. He is originally from Jinling. Now he comes to Beijing and lives in our mansion temporarily."

The two nodded.

Just listen to Xiong Lin shouting: "Where did you come from, you are a country bumpkin and a nouveau riche? Why don't you get out of here? Do you think you deserve to listen to Lan's music?"

"Bah, why do you go to the brothel to pretend to be serious people? I can't listen to the music of the Lan family. Could it be that you poor people can hear it? Write some bullshit poems. If you can get real money, you can't buy them with any amount of poems. arrive?
  If you can't afford it, get out of here as soon as possible. Don't be embarrassed and go out there to be cheap! "Xue Pan didn't care about others, so he immediately cursed.

"Ignorant idiot." A few young scholars in the private room next door, wearing Xiaoyao scarves and brocade Confucian clothes, frowned. Where did these wild animals dare to run wild here?

With their status, they are not afraid of any upstart, but wouldn't they lose their status if they scolded him? If you don't teach him a lesson, how can you swallow this breath?

Lan Wei had never seen anything before, and said calmly: "Although what this gentleman said is reasonable, in this building, victory or defeat is not judged by gold and silver, but only by talent. This is my rule.

Although our building is small, we don't care about ten thousand taels of silver. Please forgive me. "

She instantly judged from Xue Pan's conversation that such rough people were not her target customers at all, so she didn't speak so politely.

The scholars laughed when they heard this: "Why do you, Lan, have to talk to this rude man? Just throw him out."

Xue Pan was dissatisfied. There had never been anything he couldn't buy. He sneered, "Everyone in Lan looks down on ten thousand pieces of silver. Why don't you tell me a number you can afford? As long as you can name it, I can afford it! I don't believe it yet." , and there are prostitutes who don’t love money!”

Everyone was furious that this person dared to call Lan everyone such a vulgar word as "prostitute". Lan Wei also frowned slightly. Since her debut, no one has dared to disrespect her in person like this.

She was a majestic leader in the capital, performing arts but not selling her body. No matter how she came or went, she would be regarded as a deity by all the famous officials, nobles and nobles. They would not dare to show off their arrogance in front of her for fear of offending her. No one would try his best to show politeness. In a polite manner.

Only this great stuff! Lan Wei was secretly annoyed, but her face showed a trace of grievance, sadness, and pity. She frowned slightly and turned her head to ignore him.

Jia Cong secretly said that he was going to be killed, and Lan Wei was going to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

(End of this chapter)