The Prodigal Son's Happy Life - Chapter 185

[Chapter 185 The greatest good man in the world]

When Zhao Yan heard this, her face showed vigilance, she looked at Fang Xiu and asked: “What do you want to do?”

Fang Xiu showed a warm smile on his face and said: “These 140,000 yuan Two pieces of silver won’t be of any use to you, so why not leave it to me and share the money earned 50/50?”

Zhao Yan thought for a while, looked up at Fang Xiu, and said only one word: “No.”

Fang Xiu’s smile suddenly froze on his face. After just a moment, it returned to its original look and said with a smile: “Sanqi?”

Zhao Yan still shook her head.

Seeing this, Fang Xiu took a deep breath and said: “Thirty-seven points is my bottom line, it can’t be lower.”

When Zhao Yan heard this, she lowered her head and looked thoughtful.

After about half a stick of incense, she raised her head again, looked at Fang Xiu, and said, “What if you lied to me?”

Fang Xiu was speechless.

You are the princess of Dachu. How many people in the world dare to lie to you?

But Zhao Yan would definitely not believe this.

Fang Xiu thought for a while, looked at Zhao Yan, and promised: “One year, give me one year, and I will make two hundred thousand taels for you, how about

it?” Zhao Yan asked, “What if I can’t make it?”

Fang Xiu asked.

Xiu said: “The ancestral home in Fang Mansion is yours!” When

Zhao Yan heard this, she curled her lips and said, “What do I want from your ancestral home?”

After a negotiation that lasted for a stick of incense, the final decision was made. The result is fixed at 30-70 share, with the minimum annual dividend profit being 200,000 taels, and Fang Xiu will make up for the missing part himself.

On the side, Wu Yi heard their conversation and felt his heart ached.

Others talked about tens of thousands taels or hundreds of thousands taels, but when it came to my place, even a thousand taels were borrowed from Baolefang, and they all went into it in a game.

Hey,

it’s so irritating to compare people to each other, it’s really good!

In the early morning, a touch of fish belly white just appeared in the east.

In the Beijing Grand Theater, a child named Zhang Cheng got up very early.

The first thing I did when I got up was not to wash my face or eat, but to get a bucket of well water and wash the rag in it.

Then, he quickly wiped it on the tables and chairs of the Capital Grand Theater.

He had to wipe all the tables, chairs and benches cleanly before the Grand Theater opened, leaving no stains, otherwise he would be fined five cents of silver.

For most families in the capital, five cents may be nothing. It is just a candy figure for a child and a wooden hairpin for a woman.

But for Zhang Cheng, these five cents are the price of a meal at noon.

Without these five cents, he would most likely be hungry for half a day.

According to what others think, with such a huge workload and such demanding work requirements, Zhang Wen, who is only fifteen or sixteen years old, must have resentment in his heart when doing such a thing.

In fact, only he himself knows how hard-earned such a fellow is.

He came from the most severely affected area in the Central Plains. There were four members of his family, including his father, mother and sister, who all left him forever during the famine.

In the blink of an eye, he was the only one left in the once happy family. Because of his young age, no one was willing to take him in.

In order to survive, he could only follow his fellow villagers to flee the famine and come to the capital. He suffered countless hardships and hardships along the way.

He did not let go of anything edible, including tree bark and grass roots. He even snatched food from wild dogs in the Gyeonggi region.

Maybe God took pity on him and gave him a way to survive. After all, he didn’t starve to death on the way to escape.

When I arrived in the capital, I thought I could find a job to support myself, but I didn’t expect that because I was too young and had no strength, I couldn’t do anything.

And because he had no money, he couldn’t learn any skills, so he had to beg on the street and wait to starve to death.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter. He and several beggars who were traveling with him struggled to survive while avoiding the pursuit of the police.

The days were getting worse day by day. Just when he thought he couldn’t survive, a piece of news gave him hope.

In the capital, a kind-hearted man named Fang wanted to help the victims in the south of the city.

Anyone can receive a bowl of hot vegetable porridge without any requirements.

Although he can only receive it one day a month, it is enough to keep his young life going.

With the hope of survival, he walked for three hours to the south of the city.

I met the kind-hearted man and received the bowl of porridge that belonged to him.

Although there was only one bowl, it made him feel that there were such delicious things in the world, and made him feel that living was meaningful.

From then on, he had almost given up hope, but his young heart rekindled hope.

He wants to live!

It was another few days of begging along the streets, when I passed by an alley somewhere in the south of the city.

He suddenly heard someone say that there was a place in the south of the city called the Capital Grand Theater that was recruiting handymen and anyone could try their luck.

It’s just that the salary was so meager that several people I talked to looked down upon it.

But these silvers were extremely precious to him.

With a glimmer of hope, he came to the Beijing Grand Theater.

What he saw was a kind old man.

The old man gave him a few steamed buns and a full meal, then gave him a job, gave him a place to live, and even promised to give him twenty cents a day as long as he worked.

The old man didn’t despise him for being young, for not having enough strength, for not knowing or knowing anything, and he didn’t despise the fact that he once begged on the street.

For the first time since leaving his hometown, he knew that there were really kind-hearted people like the old man in this world.

He knelt on the ground and wanted to thank the old man for his kindness, but he heard the old man mention the name ‘Fang Xiu’.

The old man told him that the person he needed to thank was not him, but Fang Xiu, Mr. Fang.

It was he who built the Capital Grand Theater and gave a place for disaster victims like himself.

It was also he who built the porridge shed in the south of the city, giving countless mediocre people hope to survive.

In his heart, Mr. Fang is the greatest good man in the world!

Later, when he stayed at the Beijing Grand Theater for a long time, he heard and saw much more than before.

Those guests

always said how great the emperor was. The emperor was the child of the dragon. The emperor did this thing and benefited all people. The emperor did that thing and benefited millions of people.

However, Zhang Cheng believes that no one in the world is greater than Mr. Fang Xiu, even the emperor in the palace!

The emperor did not let his parents and sister survive.

The emperor did not give him a bowl of hot vegetable porridge when his whole body was swollen with hunger.

The emperor did not give him a place to stay when he was most desperate and desperate.

If the dragon could choose his children and who would be the emperor, he would definitely choose Mr. Fang Xiu!

(End of chapter)