Martial arts immortality, I will eventually be invincible

"I didn't say I wouldn't borrow it." Mr. Ye said softly.

Chen Guanlou stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the money quickly."

"But I didn't say I wanted to borrow it!" Mr. Ye defended. It seemed that he knew he was dishonest, and his expression showed a slight guilt.

Chen Guanlou crossed his arms and looked at the other party coldly, "I dare to ask Mr. Ye if you want to borrow it or not. Can you give me an accurate answer?"

Mr. Ye gritted his teeth and looked embarrassed. His expression changed continuously. He waved the driver away and made sure there was no third person around. Then he said: "I don't have that much money. He asked to borrow a thousand taels, but I didn't."

oh!

It turned out to be Mr. Surface Light.

Chen Guanlou understood.

These young men all look very stylish, but in fact they have very little cash flow. It’s definitely not as good as Chen Guanlou’s cash flow.

"Then how much money do you have?" Chen Guanlou definitely didn't look down on the other party. Being out of money is nothing to be ashamed of, young people, this is what everyone is doing.

Mr. Ye was really embarrassed and felt a little embarrassed, but he still said: "I only have about one hundred taels." Therefore, he refused the banquet invitation from his colleagues. He was worried that he would not have the money to return the invitation.

These one hundred taels were the money he used to save his face, and he did not dare to use it easily.

Chen Guanlou stared at the other person again and again, feeling a lot of things in his heart that he wanted to vomit. After hesitating for a moment, he still asked a soul question, "Is it one hundred taels, or one hundred or dozens of taels?"

Mr. Ye thought to himself that since he was already embarrassed, it didn't matter, "Actually, there is no one hundred taels, only fifty-nine taels."

Chen Guanlou's mouth twitched: What Mr. Ye is best at is actually rounding.

"Then can you ask someone to borrow some and make up a thousand taels?"

"Can I borrow it from you? I heard you have money." Mr. Ye seemed to have picked up on his shameless skills and climbed up the pole.

Chen Guanlou laughed angrily, "I have no money."

"I don't have money either. I still have to make a scene with this little money." Mr. Ye spread his hands, "Please tell Wen Fu, it's not that I don't want to help him, it's really hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. When I have money, I will go Visit him."

Chen Guanlou was very upset, "Can't you ask someone else to borrow it? You have so many good friends?"

"My friends are not as good as me, how can they be richer than me."

"You must have something valuable on you."

"That won't work. All the valuable things belong to the Hou Mansion, not mine. How can I sell the things in the Hou Mansion for money? What will happen to me? If I am discovered, outsiders will not know how to talk about me. It doesn't matter if I am embarrassed alone. If I implicate my cousin, it will be a big sin for me.”

After all, Mr. Ye only has one idea, whether he wants money or not.

Chen Guanlou gritted his teeth and left decisively.

Zhang Wenfu, this young man, has been living in vain for so many years, and there is not even a rich man around him.

If you are short of money, you will find a rich second generation and draw people into a small circle. From then on, there will be cash machines. This is basic practice. He chose not to, but he kept on displaying an arrogant attitude, looking down on nothing. For so many years, he still couldn't find a wallet for himself. What a failure.

The brain circuits of these second-generation people are really difficult to understand.

To save face or suffer the consequences.

No wonder these young second-generation people don’t go to the Gold Sales Cave, but are obsessed with poetry and cultural gatherings. The venue is free, the drinks are brought from the cellar of the house, brought by the maids and servants, and the snacks are made by the cook in the house. This party and that party can be held without spending a few dollars. She is decent and elegant, and has all her dignity without having to spend any personal money.

Speaking of which, I can barely count myself as a prudent person who knows how to live a good life.

Xiao Jin's result was the same as him, holding a stack of IOUs, but he didn't borrow a penny.

Early the next morning, Chen Guanlou returned all the IOUs to Zhang Wenfu, "What a bunch of poor people!"

Zhang Wenfu:......

How can you curse.

He was holding the IOU, but he was actually quite desperate, "You don't have a penny?"

"They are all poor people. What kind of friends do you have? In all these years, you haven't made one or two rich buddies?"

"Money is so tacky! Those rich guys are not worthy of being my friends." Zhang Wenfu said with a noble face.

Chen Guanlou only felt that his teeth were sore, so sore.

He clicked his tongue twice, "If you hate money so much, then don't let it go!"

Zhang Wenfu's face collapsed, "I didn't know I would be sent to prison."

"I remember that one of your charges was embezzlement of ink. Where is the money you embezzled? Didn't you save any private money?"

"it took!"

The young master never worried about money and spent whatever he had. There are many places to spend money in Beijing. It is difficult to make money but easy to spend money. The money was spent like water. When you are in urgent need of money, look around and you may be able to find a few taels of silver.

Chen Guanlou secretly disliked it. He thought he could make a fortune this time, but he was overthinking it. You also have to rely on those old bureaucracy veterans to be reliable. Even though they are all very mean-spirited, they are really rich. There is a difference between being a leader and not being a leader. The difference is like a natural chasm.

Without money, Zhang Wenfu's desire to be released can only be postponed indefinitely.

He proposed a loan, but Chen Guanlou ignored him. With such virtue, you still go to a bank to borrow money, haha!

Chen Guanlou loves money, but he has a bottom line and has no harmful intentions. Unless the other party wants to harm him first.

So he refused Zhang Wenfu's request for a loan. Although he couldn't stand the other party, he had no intention of pushing him into the pit of fire.

Just endure it!

Zhang Wenfu continued to scream and scream every day.

The Jin Yiwei next door arrested several more East Palace officials. Those who were arrested had already been demoted and sent to Qingshui Yamen to sit on the bench. Even though he couldn't escape the disaster, he was still invited to drink tea by Jin Yiwei.

When the news reached Xie Changling's ears, Xie Changling was silent for a while.

He sat there like a statue, motionless.

Chen Guanlou was a little worried, "Master Xie, you can't be upset! Everyone has their own luck, you just need to take care of yourself."

Xie Changling's eyes were like the ocean, deep, and it was difficult to see the secrets in them, "Are you worried that I will commit suicide if I am upset?"

"You, the officials of the Eastern Palace, are the focus of attention. If you die, it will be very troublesome." Chen Guanlou told the truth. In front of smart people, there is no need to hide.

Xie Changling sneered, the smile could not reach the bottom of his eyes, and his heart was filled with anger and overwhelming hatred, "Don't worry, Chen the jailer, I won't be upset. May I ask, has Master Yu Zhaoan returned to Beijing?"

"Just came back, and hasn't officially taken office yet."

Yu Zhaoan is about to take office as the right prime minister, and the news has spread all over the world, and the prisoners in the Tianlao are naturally no exception.

"The youngest prime minister..." Xie Changling slowly closed his eyes, and after a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, "Chen the jailer, can you help me take a letter to Lord Yu?"

Chen Guanlou waved his hand to refuse, "This is not appropriate."

"Chen the jailer, why do you have to keep people away from you?"

Chen Guanlou rolled his eyes to the sky, his expression was sarcastic, "Yu Zhaoan and you are actually the same kind of people. I don't want to be caught between you and be a mouthpiece. I don't know when I will be sold out. You guys are all black-hearted."