Yipin Tang

Chapter 150
After leaving Linglong Bookstore, Wang Xiang planned to visit Changsun Wuji's mansion first. Among the civil servants in Datang, Changsun Wuji was the one he was most familiar with. It should not be difficult to ask for a few articles after going through adversity together.

"Prince Wang!"

As he was walking towards Changsun Wuji's house, he suddenly heard someone calling him, and when he looked back, it was Ningxiang and Xiaoyun, and it was the excited Xiaobei who called him.

Wang Xiang's walking posture is a little different from that of ordinary men in the Tang Dynasty, and he can recognize his back immediately, but he himself never knew that he was so different.

"Are you out to relax?" It's normal to come out to relax after staying in the village for so long.

Xiaobei shook his head: "That's not true, we came out to find a house."

"Oh." Wang Xiang suddenly realized, smiled and asked, "Have you found a suitable house?"

Xiaobei pouted, "I found it, but..."

"Why, not enough money?" Wang Xiang's first thought was this reason.

Although the housing prices in ancient times were not as exaggerated as in later generations, Chang'an was the most prosperous capital after all, and the price of houses was naturally high, and Wang Xiang didn't know how much savings they had.

Ning Xiang said: "It's not about the money, it's just that someone else has taken a fancy to that house."

Qing'er next to him said angrily: "Those people are really domineering, they obviously didn't pay, insisting on saying that they should sell them what they like first, and even saying that they will help them when they sue the government, and the house will be ruined." The owner dare not sell the house to us, but we paid [-]% more money."

There is such a thing?With [-]% more money, it seems that these few are all little rich women.Wang Xiang asked strangely, "Who are those people?"

Ning Xiang shook her head and said: "Forget it, it's just a house, if you look around, you can always find something suitable."

Qing'er said: "Sister, we have been searching for a long time before we found such a house next to Dengxian Tower. I am not willing to be robbed like this."

Wang Xiang heard the words and said: "The house you are looking for is next to Dengxian Tower?"

"Yeah, didn't Mr. Wang say that he wanted to take down the shop next to Dengxian Tower and open a theater? Of course we want to find a house next to Dengxian Tower. That house is in the alley to the west of Dengxian Tower. The woman who sells glutinous rice cakes is the house of a wealthy businessman in Yangzhou. Because the family business has gone wrong and needs money urgently, she wants to sell the house. She is also very happy when we pay [-]% more money, but those people are too It's overbearing, saying that they have already negotiated the price and they can't go back on their word, otherwise they will report to the officials, but they haven't signed the paper yet, why can't we buy it!"

Wang Xiang finally understood. He also knew that alley, but he didn't know that there was a house for sale in it.

"Well, I'll go and have a look with you."

To be honest, it is really not easy to find such a house close to Dengxianlou. Dengxianlou is the best location on that street, and there are no vacant houses nearby.In his own capacity, the other party should give them some face. If it doesn't work, just give them some compensation. Anyway, he is not short of money now.

Hearing Wang Xiang said that they would accompany them to see the house, Qing'er and Xiaobei nodded excitedly, they felt more at ease with Wang Xiang going with them, only Ning Xiang asked cautiously: "Will you not delay the matter of Prince Wang? "

Wang Xiang thought that it would take some days for Du Hong to carve movable type, and he was not in a hurry to ask Changsun Wuji for the article, so he smiled and said, "It's okay, I just want to go to Xianlou to see how the Pan Shop is doing. That's it."

After he said Ningxiang, he stopped talking. After all, she was very satisfied with that house. Although it was a businessman's house, it was elegantly furnished, and the place was spacious and close to Dengxian Tower. This is a more suitable house.

Qing'er and Xiaobei led the way excitedly, while Wang Xiang leisurely followed behind, talking with Ningxiang and Xiaoyun, accompanied by beauties, naturally aroused passers-by's envious glances along the way.

Wang Xiang didn't know why Qing'er and Xiaobei cared so much about this house until he arrived at the place. Thinking about it, this house must have been a wealthy family. They are all tempted, and it is very convenient to go out from here to Dengxian Tower without a cup of tea.

When they came in, the owner of the house seemed to be about to sign a document with someone, Qing'er quickly said: "Wait a minute!"

If you sign the paperwork, there is really nothing you can do.

"It's you again! Didn't you say that we have already bought this house!"

"If you don't sign the paperwork, it's not considered a purchase." Qing'er snorted and said to the owner of the house: "We are willing to pay [-]% more for this house. Are you willing to sell it to us or to them?"

The owner of the house is a middle-aged man with a big belly. He hesitated after hearing Qing'er's words. The family is in the timber business, and it is the extremely precious golden nanmu business. There is a problem with a batch of goods during transportation, so they are in urgent need of funds. It would be good if the house could be sold for [-]% more money, but those who came to buy the house first did not seem to be simple, and he was most afraid of bringing the matter to the government.

The golden nanmu was exclusively for the royal family, and he just wanted to collect money to reship a batch as soon as this batch of goods had an accident. If the government found out, it would definitely be more troublesome.

Seeing the hesitant expression on the owner's face, Qing'er knew that he had some scruples, and said, "Whoever you want to sell to, just tell me, this prince is the Lord of the Tang Dynasty, with him, you don't have to be afraid of threats from others."

Lord Hou!

The middle-aged man looked surprised and quickly saluted Wang Xiang.

Wang Xiang said indifferently: "You don't need to be too polite, I just came with my friends to look at the house, if someone really does the act of buying and selling by force, I will naturally not sit idly by."

"So what about Lord Hou, there is a saying in your Tang Dynasty that first come, first served, even when we get to the government, the government will help us." The leader obviously didn't want to show weakness.

Wang Xiang frowned and said, "Aren't you from Datang?" No wonder their voices sounded a bit weird.

"We are Fusang envoys. The Tang Dynasty is a country of etiquette. His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty said that he should treat foreign friends kindly. It is disrespectful to His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty that you bully us foreign friends as a Marquis."

It turned out that it was Little Japan, and he was talking about foreign friends. Wang Xiang couldn't help laughing when he saw the leader holding a chicken feather as an arrow.

In order to highlight the magnanimity and etiquette of the Tang Dynasty, if ordinary people have conflicts with foreigners, the government will probably help foreigners. Wang Xiang also feels very distressed about this, but it is only for ordinary people. He thought that the government would offend himself for these so-called Fusang envoys.

"The Fuso envoy isn't that... Ichiro Matsudaira?"

"You know our Master Matsudaira Ichiro?" The man was a little surprised, Matsudaira Ichiro is the leader of these Fusang envoys.

"Why, a few days ago, your Master Matsudaira Ichiro begged me to arrange a few people for him to study in Gewuyuan, but now I am bullying you with my identity as Lord Marquis?" Wang Xiang smiled but not smiled. He looked at the Fuso man who was the leader.

"You are the judge of Gewuyuan, Prince Xin, Marquis of Jiayuan!" The Fusang envoy's expression changed suddenly, and his address was replaced with respectful words.

(End of this chapter)