For Wang Mengxiong, setting up a line for Huang Chujiu and Chu Yigong is a trivial matter, but for Huang Chujiu, it is an imminent matter. The relationship has already been opened, and the opening of the bank day and night is another source of income. Although Huang Chujiu bought and sold a lot of money, and the daily profits were considerable, for businessmen, money was never too much.

Although Wang Mengxiong happily agreed, he did not ask for any remuneration, but said that he did not need to take the small things to heart. It's just that in this way, Huang Chujiu smiled even more bitterly, and even called out that the favor he accepted this time was great, and he didn't know how to repay it in the future.

Although Gu Chuanbiao didn't understand why Wang Mengxiong didn't put forward conditions, he now felt that Wang Mengxiong had always been thoughtful and far-sighted, and he must have deep meaning. At this time, hearing Huang Chujiu say this, he thought it was true, and looked at Wang Mengxiong more and more like looking at a little fox.

A few days later, in an office in the Yamen of the Songhu Protectorate, Lu Yongxiang unexpectedly welcomed an unexpected guest.

"Brother Jingyuan, why are you here? What are you...... Are your legs and feet good? ”

Lu Yongxiang and Chu Yigong have a very good personal relationship, but he also knows that Chu Yigong cherishes his reputation and easily does not reveal this relationship to others, let alone take the initiative to look for him in the yamen. What's more, he knew that this old friend had inconvenient legs, and the medicine stone was ineffective, and he had been bad for a long time. Now to see him suddenly appear in front of him, even now on crutches, he was greatly surprised.

"Brother Zhenhe, it's hard to say. But I'm here today to ask for something. Either way, this time you should give me a face. ”

After Wang Mengxiong's acupuncture and qi guidance, Chu Yigong's leg meridians were unblocked, and his qi and blood were down, and he could barely walk. However, because of long-term inactivity, muscle atrophy is not something that can be solved overnight, so I have to rely on crutches to help, but it is much better than before when I could only sit in a wheelchair and let people push me to travel. At that moment, he finished talking about his intentions, and told his recent experience again, waiting for the old friend's reply.

"It turned out that a little god healed your legs and helped you stabilize your home. Sure enough, the people hide the grass and the heroes are teenagers. It's easy to say, I also know what you said, it was the dog Xiaojia who looked at Huang Chujiu unpleasantly, and deliberately embarrassed him for a few days. Since Brother Jingyuan spoke, I will let them go all the way. But if you have a chance, you can introduce this little doctor to me, so that you can add an insurance to your body. ”

"Then it's a word, when Brother Zhenhe has time, I will definitely invite him here and let you meet."

"Yes, after a while, it's the dog's birthday. This kid has learned a lot of Western things, and he has to open a birthday party. I'll ask him to send you a few invitations at that time, and you can ask Sisi, the baby, their juniors, and the little doctor to come together. ”

Lu Yongxiang's proposal was approved by Chu Yigong, and the two talked about the old days, and without waiting for the host to serve tea and send off the guests, Chu Yigong got up to say goodbye, and left the yamen of the escort army on crutches. That night, he sent a letter to the big world to spread the good news to Wang Mengxiong.

At noon the next day, the entrance of the big world was full of red firecrackers. When the auspicious time came, the crackling resounded throughout the street. Many leaders of the three religions and nine streams came to congratulate Boss Huang and wish him a prosperous business and a big kill. Huang Chujiu stood in front of the door with a smile on his face, and kept welcoming the guests into a reception room in the big world, and at the same time arranged a sumptuous dinner to thank his relatives and friends for their support. As for the patrol room and the police department, their own subordinates sent enough ocean for them to deal with on their own. Either eat, or divide up, even if they are all detained by the chief, it has nothing to do with Huang Chujiu. Anyway, the gift is delivered, and the opening is auspicious.

Gu Chuanbiao took his sister to send a cabbage carved of jade to the opening of the day and night bank, which means to meet a hundred wealth, and there is also a layer of meaning "windfall in hand", which just coincides with Huang Chujiu's original intention of opening a day and night bank, so he seems to love it very much, and even calls Boss Gu has a heart, and he is ashamed to be ashamed!

When everyone entered the big world to rest together, Gu Chuanqi gently put his arm on his brother's waist and said, "How is it?" I'll just say that Wang Fan's idea must be good, if you follow what you send with everyone, it's unbearable, and people can't remember it. Now that your jade cabbage is placed in the most conspicuous position, every guest passing by can see the name of Gu Jiaban, and maybe it will bring a large number of guests to see our Gu Jiaban's performance! ”

Gu Chuanbiao nodded again and again, but this jade cabbage is worth a lot of money, and it also counts a handful of blood for him, and he still feels pain when he thinks about it in private. If Wang Mengxiong hadn't helped him make the board in the end, he might still be struggling.

When Wang Mengxiong came back from school in the evening, he saw a few ancient books bound on the table. After flipping through it a few times, I suddenly found that this was actually the Ming version of the "West Wall Anthology". Following Liu Yiqing's study, he has come into contact with many rare books, and happens to know that this is written by Zhang Yuqing, the 44th generation descendant of Taoist Longhu Mountain. Zhang Yuqing is the second son of Zhang Normal, the first son of the Zhengyi Sect in the first year of Hongwu. In the words of later generations, he is the great housekeeper, and the entire Wudang Mountain Taoism is under his control. Don't look at the two Zhang brothers at that time to go to Wudang Mountain to visit Zhang Zhenren, but even the Wudang Sanfeng faction founded by Zhang Zhenren has to be governed by Zhang Yuqing in the strict sense.

"It's strange how such a small but valuable thing could suddenly appear here. In addition to himself, only the Gu brothers and sisters have the key in this room, and those two don't look like people with this hobby? ”

While he was thinking, footsteps sounded outside the door. Just by listening to this fast rhythm, you can guess who the person is. Sure enough, Gu Chuanqi's pretty face appeared at the door, and when he looked at Wang Mengxiong, he began to shout loudly: "Wang Fan, you said that Boss Huang is stingy." You did him so much that he gave you a couple of broken books. Now for gifts, who still gives books? Lose and lose, no matter how good your luck is, you will be cursed! ”

Wang Mengxiong suddenly realized that this book was given by Boss Huang. It's hard for him, in order not to owe more favors, he spent a lot of money to get such a precious rare book. To say that it is precious, there are many fine works of Tang and Song carvings, followed by the Ming and Qing dynasties, but this set of Xibi anthologies is an exception. It is said that this Zhang Yuqing was able to write poetry at the age of seven, and when he grew up, he had read and studied all the secret Confucian classics and history. The only thing that survived in later generations was this collection of Xibi anthologies. It's just that it's said to have been lost for a long time, but I didn't expect it to be able to reappear here. "It seems that Boss Huang heard about his exorcism for Chu Yigong. The works left by the Taoist heavenly master were specially collected. Although this book is not written by hand, even if it is reproduced, it is precious. ”

Gu Chuanbiao came in behind the sister, and hurriedly interrupted his sister's words: "Chuanqi, don't talk nonsense. This is a good thing that Boss Huang specially found for Wang Fan, and it is said that it cost a lot of money. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, lest it reach Boss Huang's ears, which will not benefit you and me. ”

"Got it, brother. There are only three of us here, and if you don't talk about it, it won't reach him! But who is this Zhang Yuqing? Isn't it remarkable? ”

"Well, it's remarkable." Wang Mengxiong thought to himself, how great is it. Even Wang Yangming, the master of psychology in later generations, sighed in the poem: "In order to ask what kind of eyes do people have, try to see what is the blue sky?" ”