The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son - Chapter 1147

[1147. Chapter 1096 Let them die]

The sales office has gone crazy.

Looking at the countless plots of land, people were still rushing to grab them before, and people were still rushing to tell each other, thinking that… there was a bargain.

But slowly, something started to feel wrong.

Why can’t this house be sold out?

The first day…

hang out ten thousand acres.

Sold three thousand acres.

On the second day, not only the remaining 7,000 acres were listed, but an additional 5,000 acres were added.

On the third day… the sign hanging out was almost despairing.

Thirty thousand acres.

All of a sudden, the surging crowd was gone again.

Wang Jinyuan lowered his head, held up a fly swatter, and patted the heads of several salesmen. The salesmen cried.

Obviously a few days ago, everyone was still grabbing it.

“Shopkeeper Wang, shopkeeper Wang, what’s wrong, there are many second-hand mansions listed in the tooth shop, and they are all for sale.”

“Oh.” Wang Jinyuan said, “I know.”

Even fools understand.

In the past few days, the price of mansions has risen sharply. This has not only caused many people who have not bought a mansion to rush towards the sales office with their money in hand, but those who want to sell are also afraid to sell and hold it in their hands. , just waiting to continue to rise.

Not only that, there are also quite a few people who already have a house, but just want to make money. Look at the price of this house, one price per day, rising day by day. There is nowhere to live, so… they all go to Xishan. To get a loan from a bank, you first use your original residence as a mortgage, take out cash, and then buy a second house, and then… raise money from everywhere to buy a third and fourth house.

It had been like this for more than a month, and a group of people were like madmen, destroying the mansion to the tune of 45,000 taels.

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

But now… Xishan Jianye is going crazy, putting tens of thousands of acres of houses on the market, and people are snapping up as many houses as they want. Everyone suddenly realizes that there is not enough of this house to buy, so they buy more and more, and suddenly they become cautious.

No one bought the mansion, and everyone ran away.

Wang Jinyuan suddenly felt that… his life had little meaning.

“Hey…how come these people are as smart as monkeys?” Wang Jinyuan slapped a salesperson on the head with a fly swatter.

The salesman let out an ouch, licked his face and smiled: “Well done by Shopkeeper Wang. After taking this shot, they are like the villain’s reborn parents. The villain is originally stupid and his parents were not born well. Thanks to Shopkeeper Wang’s slap, he is like a reborn parent. Suddenly, it felt like there was a steady stream of divine power pouring into the villain’s consciousness, making him smarter. “

Another salesperson came up to me and said, “Shopkeeper Wang, hit me, hit me!”

“Get out!” He bared his teeth and looked at these shameless things with disgust.

He was thinking… the young master… is he suffering from a brain disease?

Every once in a while, someone comes and brings terrible news: “Shopkeeper Wang, I’m scared to death, I’m scared to death. There are hundreds of acres of mansions listed in Yaxing, and the price can be as high as one hour.” It plummeted by more than a thousand taels. “

…

“Shopkeeper Wang, it’s not good, it fell again, it fell again…”

…

“Shopkeeper Wang…”

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Bubu Gaosheng Courtyard on Tongzhou Road, Xincheng.

In the middle of the night, seven feet of white silk was hung on the beams.

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

At this moment, he burst into tears.

His eyes were full of despair, and after trembling, he slowly stepped onto a low stool, holding Bai Ling in his hands, and suddenly wailed: “Fang…Ji…Fan… You are worse than a dog…”

Then, he put his head into Bai Ling.

His eyes were staring blankly into space, his legs were trembling, and he finally summoned up the courage to kick his legs over, knocking over the low stool.

Then, the whole person hung on the white silk, his eyes popped out, and his legs lost support. Perhaps at this moment, he suddenly had an instinctive desire to survive. His legs began to struggle, but the more he struggled, The suffocation feeling got worse.

…

Finally, someone knocked open the door.

It’s a woman.

The woman howled: “Come, come, come quickly, master… Master, he hanged himself, please save people…”

Suddenly, the house boiled, and many people rushed out and rushed into the house. People rescued the master.

The master was coughing desperately, and the woman took out her handkerchief, wiped her tears, and cried: “Master, why can’t you think about it so hard? There is no end to the road. Isn’t it because I owe a large sum of money? Did you buy 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? You don’t have to think about it. You owe so much money. , I owe so much, just kick off and go, it’s all over, but how can we live, how can we live…”

The old man finally regained his composure, and his first words were to widen his eyes: “Live, live, live, die, how can you live if you are dead? I borrowed 170,000 taels, and all my relatives and friends borrowed it.” Over and over, the coffins have been taken out. At Xishan Bank, there is another 130,000 taels. This is the debt of the donkey rolling, but in just one day, day by day, in one day, it has fallen by tens of thousands taels. Tomorrow… …I don’t know what to do. If it falls for two more days, the down payment will be in vain. I want to sell the house to stop the loss, but can I sell it? Can I sell it?”

The master said, acting like a child. , crying loudly.

That bitch Fang Jifan, he is not a human being, he is trying to force people to their death.

Over the past month or so, the market has soared, and how many people are trying to sell iron because they think they can make a profit.

People mistakenly believe that this mansion will only rise, not fall, 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 throw money into it. Not only those Japanese, but also the two groups of distinguished disciples from North Korea who came to Beijing half a month ago fell into the trap, and I don’t know how many people followed them.

it’s good now.

It’s all over. Fang Jifan jumped off the building and sold tens of thousands of acres of land. Is there any way to survive? Have it?

The whole family… was all in tears. When they said this, they all hugged each other and cried.

…………

Fang Jifan got up early.

After all, it was the day of the court meeting when King Xing came to Beijing. His Majesty held the court meeting in person. Obviously, he valued King Xing and wanted to show his 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 happily, but saw Wang Jinyuan appear at the door of the house early in the morning.

He paced back and forth anxiously. When he saw the middle door opened and the young master coming out, he stepped forward like crazy: “Master, young master, I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t stand it anymore. What should 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. Master, look…”

Fang Jifan’s face was sullen, and he looked like he was taking it indifferently: “Oh, I got it, get out of here. “Don’t stop me from getting in the car.”

“Master…” Wang Jinyuan wailed, knelt down, and grabbed Fang Jifan’s skirt: “Master, how can I sell this house? This is not killing a chicken to keep warm. I have never seen anyone throwing stones at it. It

‘s my own feet.”

Fang Jifan said with a sullen face, “You think I think that? It’s not like those dog officials who are chattering around all day long and don’t do serious things and live a good life. Guan Ji, just relying on your words, do you think that this young master wants to destroy the market? This young master is trying to teach those dog officials in Beijing what it means to take the world as their own responsibility. It doesn’t matter to me? Okay, it doesn’t matter if I earn tens of millions of taels less. For the sake of justice, I treat money like dirt. As for them, let them all die.

Wang Jinyuan is a little confused. Damn it…why can’t I listen? I understand.

Young Master… This is really a mental illness. Look at his incoherent words.

Wang Jinyuan opened his mouth to say something

, but Fang Jifan had already boarded the car. The door was not closed. Fang Jifan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he slowly picked up the tea that had been brewed and placed on the coffee table in the carriage. He took a sip of tea and said slowly: “Today… we will put out another 10,000 acres of land. “

Ah…” Wang Jinyuan’s mouth opened wider than an egg: “The previous land was already unsaleable…”

“If you don’t hang up, I’ll hang you up tonight!” “

Fang Jifan had already closed the door, not bothering to listen to his ramblings.

The world was pure.

This was the magical power of the carriage. People sat in the carriage and didn’t care about the people outside.

The coachman whipped his whip and beat the horse away.

Wang Jinyuan shuddered.

He… knew in his heart that a virtuous man like the young master could do anything.

The scene of him being stripped naked and hanging in the young master’s room immediately appeared in his mind .

He couldn’t help but shudder at the picture.

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

Why…

Ma

Wensheng, the Minister of War, had a look on his face. He got into the car anxiously. He couldn’t delay the morning meeting, but he seemed to have not slept well all night before. He looked worried. He didn’t feel tired when he got into the car.

At this time, someone hurried to the carriage and walked quickly. After getting into the car, he squatted down and whispered to Ma Wensheng: “Master… the dental shop… put up a sign today… is closed…”

Ma Wensheng couldn’t help but trembled, and his face became even more miserable. He frowned: “Why? “

It can’t be sold anyway, no one cares… God knows… how much it will drop tomorrow…” “

“oh. Ma Wensheng nodded and managed to calm down: “I understand, you can go down now.” “

“yes. “

The man got out of the car and carefully closed the door for Ma Wensheng.

Ma Wensheng frowned and leaned on the sofa.

Although he had not slept all night, he had black bags under his eyes, but at this moment, he still did not feel sleepy at all.

Carriage ……It’s already moving, heading towards the Daming Palace.

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Fortunately, it’s a bit late. It’s mainly because it’s difficult to write, so I’m going to delete and shorten it. Please give me your monthly vote.

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