At this time, the gate of the Shang Mansion can be said to be impassable, and the house slaves brought by the Shang River and the Shang Liu surrounded the gate of the house. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There are not a few idlers in the capital, and merchants have always been the talk of the capital after tea and dinner.

It is said that there are three merchant brothers, and after the separation, the eldest merchant Hai got the splendid cloth village handed down by his ancestors, and became an imperial merchant in one fell swoop, and became the hottest figure among the dignitaries and dignitaries in the capital for a while.

The second merchant river, the third merchant flow is not so eye-catching, and the merchant was sent out of the merchant after a few acres of mulberry fields and cloth villages.

However, whether the old man Shang has children or not has always been a matter of great concern to the people of the capital.

I don't know if this wealth is too eye-catching, so it blocked the way to send the son, this Shanghai married the wife of the eighteenth aunt, but the heir has no news, and he can't get a son.

The rumor in the market said that Shang Hai had committed a sin and buried his wife alive in order to marry his aunt's wife, so he ended up without an heir.

Anyway, now that Shang Hai is seriously ill, if he accidentally returns to the West, will it be difficult for this businessman's century-old foundation to return to his eighteen aunts?

"Big brother, I heard that you are seriously ill, so you came to look at each other, but blocked us outside the house, what does this mean?" The second old man, Shang He, stood at the door of the mansion and shouted angrily.

Shang He was about fifty years old, wearing a pear-yellow cardigan robe, a square hat, a mustache, and his hands behind his back, very righteous and awe-inspiring.

"Yes, big brother, is it possible that you don't even want to see your brother anymore?" Shang Liu frowned.

Shang Liu was also wearing a brown cardigan and a bowler hat, his face was slightly gloomy, and he was vaguely angry.

Shang Liu was originally a merchant's concubine, and was later fostered under the name of Ping's wife, and Shang He was originally the son of Ping's wife, and Shang Liu was a head below him in terms of identity, so he was very obedient to Shanghe.

The two shouted for a long time, also deliberately making Shang Hai make a fool of himself, but the door of the Shang Mansion was still closed, and there was no movement like a pool of stagnant water.

Jin Ling and Jin Bao, who were sitting in a teahouse not far away, looked out the window from time to time, and really admired the endurance of the two.

"Master, you said Shang Hai really has such a good temper?" Jinbao couldn't help but ask.

As soon as Jin Ling raised his hand, he was a fried chestnut, "How did the master teach you, this is called calm, do you really think that this old man is a good-hearted and easy to deceive?" ”

Jinbao looked at him with a pout.

"The master will teach you another trick, as a businessman, sometimes sleek and sometimes square, sometimes hard and sometimes soft."

"For example, this old man of business, in the face of the harassment and scolding of his opponent, it is the best policy to close the door, which is called showing weakness!" Jin Ling shook her fan and knocked on the teapot.

"Huh!" Jin Bao immediately lifted the teapot and brought Jin Ling a cup of West Lake Longjing.

Jin Ling took a sip of it, cleared her throat, and continued.

"A show of weakness not only makes the opponent arrogant and neglects to take precautions. It also made the onlookers quietly breed sympathy. If you look at the scene of these three brothers turning against each other and the second brother forcing the palace below, what will you think? Jin Ling asked.

Jin Bao thought for a while and replied: "Although Shang Hai has a lot of money, but as a man, he has no queen, what is the use of having more family wealth?" There is no one to send him to the end. ”

"Look at the Shanghe and Shanghai again, as soon as I heard that the eldest brother was seriously ill, he came to visit, and it was not that the thief was worried about other people's property."

Jin Bao paused, saw Jin Ling looking at him but didn't speak, and said again: "Besides, the old man Shang didn't make any mistakes, and he also scattered some family wealth to poor families during the New Year's holidays, the harvest in the Jiangnan states was not good the year before last, and the merchants opened warehouses for porridge every day, but they saved many people......

"Smack!" With a bang, Jin Ling slammed a fan firmly on his head.

Jinbao thought that he had said something wrong again, and glared at Jin Ling suspiciously.

Unexpectedly, Jin Ling laughed, "You kid can be a teacher!" ”

"Really?" Jinbao was overjoyed, and the master rarely praised him......

"Lie to you." Jin Ling withdrew her smile.

Really......

Campbell twitched the corners of her mouth and looked out the window.

There seem to be fewer onlookers, and the merchant flow of the Shang River seems to be a little untenable, and the door of the merchant is still closed, as if it is as quiet as an empty house.

Jin Ling looked at it but sank her face, presumably they had already done something to Shang Yu's mother and son, so they dared to come to the door to provoke openly......

"Let's go." Jin Ling stood up and straightened her cuffs.

"Don't look at it again?" Jinbao put down the tea money and got up.

"There's nothing to see today."

"Then let's come back tomorrow?"

"Ming'er, you come by yourself."

"The master is going to Zhu Yu Pavilion again?"

Stinky Boy......

Jin Ling's face darkened a little and ignored him.

"Master, pay attention to your body......" Jinbao said with a smile.

"Your master, I'm young and strong!"

"Look, how doesn't it look?"

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