Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

Chapter 104:

"Mr. Song, this is 42,000 yuan in cash. You can count it." The middle-aged man opened the suitcase on the coffee table and pushed towards Song Fengchen.

Song Fengchen's gaze fell on the neatly packed Great Unity in the suitcase, reached out his hand to pick up a pile and dialed it, sniffing the strong smell of ink coming to his face, he sighed with relief, and his brows were slightly bent.

He threw the bill back and looked up at the young man: "Thank you!"

"Where, I should be the one who thanked Mr. Song. It just solved my urgent need." The young man said with a smile.

Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows: "Mr. knows me?"

The young man squinted his eyes and said calmly: "Mr. Song, the young master of Changning Guan, the grandson-in-law of Mr. Xu, and the husband of Yushu Xu's family."

He paused and said, "Lu Gongzhi, Zhou Lan, I wish An Shi... Mr. Song has already done several earth-shattering events in just six months after he arrived in the capital. Nowadays, no one in the circle knows Mr. Song's fame. "

What the young man said was true.

Just a month ago, the enemy of the Lu family stabbed the old man Lu's corruption and bribery out. The evidence is conclusive. The Lu family has already entered halfway, and it will be a matter of time before the game is over.

More than fifty young men died overnight in Xujia Village in Yuanzhou...

When I arrived at Zhu's house, Mr. Zhu was dead, and the sordid thing about Zhu's family was also known to everyone, including Mr. Xu's handwriting. As for Zhu Anshi, he was dismissed from public office because of problems with his life style. In addition, he lost the palm of his right hand and only saved a little finger after the operation on the charred left hand. It can be said without hesitation that he has a good chance of turning over in his life. Yu zero.

It is precisely because of Zhu’s family affairs that the well-informed people in the circle re-examined Song Fengchen, and even noticed the existence of this special class of monks.

Hearing this, Song Fengchen couldn't say anything.

The young man is straight to the point: "I wonder if Mr. Song is interested in doing a business?"

After speaking, he said to the middle-aged man: "The tea is cold, so make another pot of it hot."

"Yes."

In consideration of the 42,000 yuan, Song Fengchen asked, "What business?"

"I have a business partner. Something happened at home. It is said that I have hired several masters in metaphysics, but they have not been able to see why." The young man said with a smile, "He has a rich family, Mr. Song. If it can help solve this matter, his family will definitely not hesitate to report it again. I am fine, and I must give Mr. Song a big gift."

Don't do business that is delivered to your door, don't do it for nothing.

"Oh! I don't know who is this family in Mr.'s mouth?"

Song Fengchen stretched out his hand to take the tea cup handed over by the middle-aged man, and took a sip, but it was the best Tieguanyin.

"The Ding Family of Hong Kong City." The young man introduced: "The Ding family is the heir of Ding Kuichu, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi in the late Ming Dynasty..."

"Hong Kong City!" Song Fengchen interrupted the young man, showing a lack of interest.

Recalling the last time he threw up in a dark scene when he flew to the Hong Kong market, Song Fengchen felt a moment of discomfort in his heart.

"What?" The young man didn't know why.

"Just treat it as, um..." Song Fengchen put down the tea cup in his hand.

"Under the surname Cheng, Cheng Hanfei." The young man said.

Song Fengchen said straightforwardly: "Well, it's just to give Mr. Cheng a face, I should take it."

"Okay..." Cheng Hanfei stroked his palm and laughed.

Song Fengchen interrupted him again, "Mr. Chen should know where I live, just ask them to come to me."

In the past, his reputation was not obvious, and his hands were tight.

Right now, he had just shot a fortune of gold, and he had plenty of money on hand. Moreover, he is now the master of the Changning Guanshuo, and he has done several beautiful things in a row in the past six months. It can be regarded as a need to have an identity, to be famous and famous. He will not do anything like this in the future. NS.

"Okay, then trouble Mr. Song."

Combining with the changes in Song Fengchen's appearance before and after, Cheng Hanfei thought about it for a moment, and then guessed his thoughts.

Isn't this a normal thing!

The Ding family’s status in Hong Kong is good, but the Catcher and Xu family’s status in China should not be underestimated. What's more, one is a palm-sized city, and the other is a country with hundreds of millions of people. The gap is self-evident.

Besides, he asked Song Fengchen for help because Ding's family was his partner, and it was profitable, and he didn't want to climb the Ding's family upwards, so naturally there was no need to slouch.

The most important thing is that when you ask for someone, you must have an attitude of asking for someone.

Song Fengchen's score is taken for granted.

The two chatted again, and Song Fengchen got up and said goodbye.

Cheng Hanfei sent him to the door, and Song Fengchen stopped by the lumber factory. When he came out, he lost 10,000 yuan.

It was already evening when I got home, I opened the door, and the smell of meat came over my face.

Song Fengchen sucked his nose, his eyes fell on the dinner table, roasted sea cucumber with green onion, roast duck, lotus root clip, stewed chicken with dendrobium, and fried potato shreds.

A little hearty.

Song Fengchen stagnated.

Thinking, what a good day is today.

Xu Shujian’s birthday? It's early.

Meet for the first time? That was in April.

wedding anniversary? Nothing.

At this moment, Xu Shujian walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate of small peach cakes.

Seeing Song Fengchen, he bent his eyebrows: "I'm back."

"Yeah." Song Fengchen replied. Since he couldn't understand it, he asked directly: "What is a good day today to cook so many dishes?"

Xu Shujian’s face was filled with joy that could not be hidden: "I received a moisturizing fee in the afternoon."

The so-called moisturizing fee refers to the remuneration received by calligraphers and painters when they sold calligraphy and painting. Ancient scholars paid attention to ‘nobleness’ and shamelessly talked about money. They were called ‘A Duwu’, meaning ‘that thing’.

In the Sui Dynasty, Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty ordered Li Delin to restore the title and official position of Minister Zheng. Minister Gao Jong joked to Zheng Yi: "The pen is dry." Zheng Yi smiled and said, "If you don't have a money, how can you use your pen?"

Since then, the pen fee has become an elegant name for the manuscript fee and the remuneration for painting and calligraphy.

Song Fengchen remembered that when Xu Shujian was free, besides being pestered by him to study cooking and translating Russian documents, what he loved most was to ponder over the rubbings of the Wei stele he picked up. Song Fengchen always thought that these were just like the piles of antiques in the study. Xu Shujian's hobby, but he didn't expect him to make some achievements.

Song Fengchen suddenly felt and You Rongyan: "Congratulations!"

Xu Shujian's eyes smiled even more, although the money for this moisturizer is not much, only one hundred and fifty yuan, and one word is only a triangle of money. But at least it shows that his words can barely be considered as able to enter the room.

It's rare to see Xu Shujian so happy, Song Fengchen couldn't help but leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth: "How about I carve a chapter for you another day?"

He still has the ability to draw symbols and cure seals in different ways.

"Okay!" Xu Shujian promised, he was worried about this!

Satiated with wine and food, while Xu Shujian was washing the dishes, Song Fengchen touched a cigarette and went to the balcony.

When the clouds were vomiting, there was a whistling sound in his ears. As soon as he lowered his head, a white thing sprang out from under the balcony.

Song Fengchen slowed down, and fixed his eyes to see that it was not the ferret he had seen before.

Ferret looked at Song Fengchen, blinked, put down the thing in his mouth, pushed in the direction Song Fengchen was, then straightened his body and looked at him with round eyes.

Song Fengchen lowered his head, his gaze fell on the two Polygonum multiflorum that had grown into a human shape and was still hung with soil. It was obviously not long after being dug out, and his brows were slightly raised: "This is?"

The ferret turned to look at the pot of honeysuckle.

Song Fengchen was clear: "Want to exchange honeysuckle with me?"

The ferret nodded, shook his head again, and looked directly at the little monkey bed on the closet.

Song Fengchen suddenly said, "You want to live in my house?"

The ferret wagged its tail.

"Who are you talking to?"

Xu Shujian finished washing the dishes and came out of the kitchen.

Song Fengchen turned around and said sternly: "Shu Jian, show you something good."

"What?" Xu Shujian paused, always feeling a bit familiar.

Song Fengchen walked over: "Hands."

Xu Shujian raised her eyebrows, this action was also familiar.

He followed, and then saw Song Fengchen take out his right hand from behind, and immediately after his palm sank, a big snow-white guy appeared.