Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1096 Let them die

  The sales office is crazy.

  Looking at the countless listings, people were still snapping them up before, and people were still running around telling each other, thinking... there was a bargain to pick up.

   But slowly, something was wrong.

  Why is this house... unsold?

  Day 1…

   Hang out with mu.

  Sold three thousand acres.

   On the second day, the remaining 7,000 mu was listed, but an additional 5,000 mu was added.

  The third day... The hanging signboard was almost desperate.

  Thirty thousand mu.

   All of a sudden, the turbulent crowd ran away again.

  Wang Jinyuan drooped his head, held up a fly swatter, and slapped the heads of several salesmen for fun. The salesmen cried.

   Obviously a few days ago, everyone was still scrambling.

   "Treasurer Wang, shopkeeper Wang, it's not good. There are many second-hand mansions listed in the dental shop, and they are all urgently sold."

   "Oh." Wang Jinyuan said, "Got it."

  Any fool will understand.

A few days ago, the price of mansions rose sharply. This not only made many people who did not buy a mansion desperately wave their money towards the sales office, but also those who wanted to sell did not dare to sell. Here, just waiting to continue to rise.

Not only that, but there are quite a few people who already have a house, but they just want money to make money. Seeing the price of this house, the price is rising day by day, so they can't sit still, so... they all went to Xishan Bank To borrow money from here, first take the original mansion as collateral, take out the cash, then buy the second set, and then... raise money around to buy the third and fourth sets.

   It has been so hot for more than a month, a group of people are like lunatics, tossing the mansion to 45,000 taels.

   It’s only 45,000 taels, and what’s more, the price on Huainan Road is out of the Third Ring Road.

  But now...Xishan Jianye is crazy, listing tens of thousands of acres of houses, snapping up as many as they want, everyone suddenly finds that this house can't be bought, and the more they buy, the more they buy, all of a sudden, they become cautious.

  No one bought the mansion, and everyone ran away.

  Wang Jinyuan suddenly felt that... his life was meaningless.

   "Hey... why are these people as smart as monkeys?" Wang Jinyuan slapped a fly swatter on the head of a salesman.

The salesman groaned, licked his face and smiled: "The shopkeeper Wang played well. This shot is really like the reborn parents of a villain. The villain is originally stupid, and his parents were not born well. So this shot by shopkeeper Wang is good. I suddenly felt as if there was a wave of divine power pouring into the villain's consciousness continuously, and he became smarter."

   Another salesman put his head up: "Shopkeeper Wang, hit me, hit me!"

   "Get out!" Wang Jinyuan bared his teeth, and looked at these shameless things with disgust.

  He was wondering in his heart... Young master... Is he suffering from brain disease?

Every once in a while, someone would come and bring terrible news one after another: "Shopkeeper Wang, I'm scared to death, I'm scared to death, at the tooth shop, the mansions listed are all over a hundred acres, and the price is an hour, unexpectedly It plummeted by more than a thousand taels."

  …

   "Treasurer Wang, it's not good, it fell again, fell again..."

  …

   "Treasurer Wang..."

  ...

  Bubugaosheng courtyard on Tongzhou Road, Xincheng.

  In the middle of the night, a seven-foot white silk was hung on the beams of the house.

  An official wearing a black gauze hat looked up at the white silk hanging in the air.

   At this moment, he burst into tears.

Despair was written in his eyes, and after a shudder, he slowly stepped onto a low stool, held Bai Ling with both hands, and suddenly wailed: "Fang...Ji...Fan...you dog Nothing is as good as…”

   Then, he put his head in the white silk.

  Looking blankly at the void, his legs trembled, and finally mustered up the courage, kicked his legs and kicked over the low stool.

Then, the whole person was hung on the white silk, his eyes burst out, his legs lost their support, perhaps at this moment, he suddenly gave birth to an instinctive desire to survive, his legs began to struggle, but the more he struggled, The feeling of suffocation is getting heavier.

  …

  Finally, someone knocked open the door.

   is a woman.

  The woman howled: "Come on, come on, come on, my lord... My lord hanged himself, please help me..."

   All of a sudden, the mansion boiled up, many people rushed out and rushed into the house, and they rescued the master.

The master was coughing desperately, while the woman took out her handkerchief, wiped her tears and cried, "Master, why are you so obsessed with it? There is no end to the sky, isn't it because you owe a lot of money? Have you bought a house? This house has only fallen for two days. Who knows if it will rise tomorrow? Master, if you die, how will our family live? Don’t even think about it, you owe so much money , I owe so much, you just kick your legs and go, it’s all over, but how do we live, how do we live..."

This old man finally made sense, and his first sentence was to widen his eyes: "Live, what kind of life is alive, you are dead, and if you are dead, how can you live? I borrowed 170,000 taels, and my relatives and friends borrowed it." Over and over again, the coffins have all been taken out. At Xishan Bank, there is another 130,000 taels. I don’t know how, if it falls for another two days, the down payment will be in vain, and I want to sell the house to stop the loss and make up this hole, but can I sell it? Can I sell it?”

  After the master finished speaking, he burst into tears like a child.

  Fang Jifan, that bastard, he is not human, he is trying to force people to death.

  In the past month or so, the market has soared. How many people think that it is profitable, and they are selling iron.

People mistakenly think that this mansion will only go up, not down, and no matter how bad it is, it will never lose money. So many officials, wealthy businessmen, and even eunuchs have tried their best to raise money and pour it into it. Those Japanese people, as well as the noble children of North Korea who came to Beijing half a month ago, have entered the pit, and I don’t know how many people have followed suit.

it's good now.

   It's all over. He Fang Jifan jumped off a building and sold it for a big sale. He dumped tens of thousands of acres of land directly. Is there... is there any way out? Have it?

  The whole family... all shed tears. Speaking of this, they all cried with their heads in their arms.

  ………

  Fang Jifan woke up early.

   It was the day of the court meeting. After all, King Xing came to Beijing. His Majesty held the court meeting in person. Obviously, he valued King Xing and wanted to show his great love for King Xing to the people of the world.

   It is said that King Xing will go, and... his son.

  What is it called... Oh, Zhu Houcong.

   This is really... a child...

  Fang Jifan dressed and washed excitedly, but saw Wang Jinyuan appearing at the gate of the house early in the morning.

He paced back and forth in a hurry, and when he saw the middle door opened and the young master came out, he stepped forward like crazy: "Young master, young master, I can't hold on, I can't hold on, what can I do, what should I do? Yesterday, only more than 70 acres were sold, and the sales volume has plummeted several times compared to the past, young master, look..."

  Fang Jifan sullenly, calmly said: "Oh, got it, get out, don't stop me from getting in the car."

   "Master..." Wang Jinyuan wailed, knelt down, and grabbed Fang Jifan's skirt: "Master, how can you sell this house? This is not killing a chicken for warmth. I have never seen someone throw a stone at his own foot."

Fang Jifan's face was sullen: "You think I think so? It's not those dog officials who are there all day long. They don't do serious things. They just live a good life. They all think that the matter has nothing to do with them. You just keep your mouth open and play tricks there. Do you think this young master wants to throw things at you? This young master is teaching those dog officials in Beijing how to behave, and let them know what it means to take the world as their own responsibility and have nothing to do with themselves? Okay Ah, what does it matter if I lose tens of millions of taels of silver? For the sake of justice, I regard money as dung. As for them, let them all die.

  Wang Jinyuan was a little confused, what the hell...why don't you understand.

  Master... This is really a mental illness, look at his incoherent speech.

  Wang Jinyuan opened his mouth to say something.

Fang Jifan had already boarded the car, the door was not closed, Fang Jifan sat on the sofa, his feet turned up, his eyes became deep, his mouth curled into a smile, and he slowly picked up the tea that had been brewed and left on the coffee table in the car, and sipped it Sipping tea, he said slowly, "Today...another 10,000 mu of land will come out."

   "Ah..." Wang Jinyuan opened his mouth bigger than an egg: "The previous land is already unsalable..."

   "If you don't hang up, I will hang you up tonight!"

  Fang Jifan had already closed the car door, too lazy to listen to his ramblings.

  The world is clean.

  This is the magical power of the carriage. People sit in the carriage and let the people outside die.

  The groom has swung his whip and beat the horse away.

  Wang Jinyuan shivered.

  He... knew in his heart that a virtuous person like the young master can do anything.

   In his mind, the scene of himself hanging in the young master's room immediately after being stripped naked, he couldn't help shivering again.

  At the same time, a terrible thought came to his mind, why is he stripped naked in this picture?

why…

  ………

  Military Minister Ma Wensheng got into the car with an anxious expression on his face. This morning, he could not delay for a moment, but he seemed to have not slept well yesterday, looking worried, and he was not tired when he got into the car.

  At this time...someone hurried to the front of the carriage, quickly stepped into the carriage, he squatted down, and whispered to Ma Wensheng: "Master...the dental shop...has put up a sign today...it's closed..."

  Ma Wensheng couldn't help shivering, his face was even more miserable, he frowned: "Why?"

   "I can't sell it anyway, no one cares... God knows... how much it will fall tomorrow...."

   "Oh." Ma Wensheng nodded, barely calm: "Understood, you go down."

"yes."

  The man got out of the car in a hurry, and carefully closed the door for Ma Wensheng.

  Mar Wensheng frowned and leaned on the sofa.

  He hasn't slept all night, although his eyes are black and blue, but at this moment, he still doesn't feel sleepy at all.

  The carriage...has moved, heading towards Daming Palace.

  …………

  Fortunately, it’s a bit late, mainly because it’s not easy to write, and I deleted and deleted, asking for a monthly ticket.

  (end of this chapter)