Chapter 101 Making waves! (Second update, five thousand chapters!)

The Zhang brothers spent their own Mid-Autumn Festival quietly and warmly at home.

There were many Mid-Autumn Poetry Festivals held that night, but they stayed at home and didn't know if any famous poems would be published.

However there is none.

The next day Zhang Heng went to Zeng's house, and Zeng Xiaokuan asked about it and told jokes.

"In previous years, many poems were published during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there were also some poems of considerable value.

But last night the whole city was singing "When Will Your Bright Moon Come?" and no poetry club dared to write poems about the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Sure enough, as soon as the water-melody song came out, there will be no more Mid-Autumn Festival lyrics."

Zhang Heng was quite curious: "Then they didn't hold a poetry meeting. They couldn't help but write poems, right?"

Zeng Xiaokuan smiled and said: "Of course there will still be some, but it won't be based on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Instead, I chose other topics to avoid the dilemma of no one daring to write poems.

I think there are probably many people who will hate you to death."

Zhang Heng laughed and said: "That's not the case, right?"

Zeng Xiaokuan shook his head and said: "It was just a joke, but some people said that Zhang Twenty-four can no longer write poems on New Year's Eve.

Nowadays, no one dares to write poetry on New Year’s Eve, and no one dares to write poetry on Mid-Autumn Festival. If no one dares to write poetry even on New Year’s Eve, there will be very few festivals in the Song Dynasty where poetry can be written.”

Zhang Heng could only smile politely.

But Zeng Youwei said proudly: "What makes them less talented? If they can write better poems than Brother Sanlang, wouldn't that be enough? In the end, they are still embroidered pillows!"

Now it was Zeng Xiaokuan's turn to smile bitterly: "These two poems, Youwei and Juzheng, can be said to have explored a theme to the extreme. It will be even more difficult for future generations to break through.

I think no one will ever have this talent to break through."

Zhang Heng thought, perhaps it is not impossible, there will still be Su Zizhan more than ten years later.

Although I copied his lyrics, he may not be able to produce better lyrics.

After all, with his talent, there is no way he can stop it, right?

While they were chatting, Mrs. Zeng came over and had a conversation with Zhang Heng, but they were talking about Zhang Shu's marriage.

"...The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and I have some free time these days. The master told me about the marriage in the center, and I have already contacted him.

When I have a good discussion with the Zou family, I will contact the matchmaker and ask them to finalize many matters. If there is anything you need to tell me."

Zhang Heng thought for a while and said: "Master, our parents died early and we don't have any close elders in Bianjing, so I have to leave this matter to you. If anything happens, you can help us make the decision."

The three of us brothers discussed it and we all spent the money we needed to spend. In addition, we prepared a three-entry yard for our second brother on West Jiaolou Street as a new house.

Of course, if there are any conditions from the Zou family, if they are reasonable, my wife can agree to them, and I will eventually find a way to solve them."

Zhang Heng thought for a moment and said, "Master, one more thing, you can tell the Zou family that we have 30% of the shares in Neizangku Shopping Mall.

When the second brother gets married, he can own a share for daily expenses, and he will definitely not let the daughter of the Zou family marry into poverty."

Mrs. Zeng was a little curious and said: "I heard from Teacher Qi about the shares in this mall, but I just don't know how much these 10% of the shares are worth?"

Zhang Heng smiled and said: "It's hard to estimate how much it's worth. After all, how it will develop next is uncertain, but if you intend to transfer this 10% share, I suggest not..."

Zhang Heng made a quick calculation and said: "...If you don't have two million strings, please don't take action easily, Master."

Mrs. Zeng thought she didn't hear clearly, so she asked again: "How much?"

Zhang Heng smiled and said: "If it's less than two million guan, don't consider taking action, Master. This is well-founded.

The shopping mall has been open for more than a month now. Although the monthly bill has not yet come out, I estimate that the monthly profit will not be less than 120,000 yuan. This is only the profit of three shopping malls.

According to my estimation, Bianjing City can open about 20 stores, and the entire Song Dynasty can open at least 100 stores. Then the profit in the next year will be at least 4 million yuan per year, and 10% of the shares, that is, 400,000 yuan per year.

Of course, it may take several years to open all of these 100 shopping malls, and the overall business cannot all be as profitable as Bianjing City, so I made a discount.

But no matter what, within ten years, there is no problem in earning three million yuan from this 10% share.

If you sell it in one package for less than 2 million yuan, it will be a huge loss.

Even if we sell two million coins, we have already taken the risk of loss."

Mrs. Zeng was speechless for a moment.

Even Zeng Xiaokuan and Zeng Youwei next to them were stunned.

Mrs. Zeng was stunned for a while before she said in a trembling voice: "Then how could you be willing to give this 10% share to your teacher in the first place? It is worth millions!"

Zhang Heng smiled and said: "Without the protection of my teacher, what use is money to me? I can't protect it.

With the teacher's protection, I have a future and money. I know this clearly.

Moreover, my wife and teacher are like biological parents to the three of us brothers. If I don’t respect you and teacher, who will I respect?"

Mrs. Zeng was immediately moved by Zhang Heng's words, tears filled her eyes, and she choked with sobs: "Since you regard me as your mother, how can I not regard you three brothers as my sons..."

She wiped her tears and said with a smile: "...don't worry about the wedding in the middle. Leave everything to the mistress. It will be done in a beautiful way, making my little girl happy and your second brother's in-laws happy too."

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No matter how much the expenses are, my wife will take care of them for you, so you don’t have to worry about it."

Zhang Heng hurriedly said: "How can this happen? I feel very sorry to have my master take care of this matter. How can I make my master spend money? This is absolutely unavoidable..."

Mrs. Zeng took Zhang Heng's hand and said, "Ju Zheng, please don't make me feel guilty.

Your master is stingy and has not treated you seriously and well since he became his master.

On the contrary, you have given away things worth millions of dollars time and time again without any regard for profit. If Master's Wife still divides things with you, then Master's Wife will really have a bad conscience.

I’m afraid that when the time comes, there won’t be any tolerance between heaven and earth, and even Master’s wife will feel sorry for herself. If you listen to me, Master’s wife will take care of this matter, what do you think?”

Zhang Heng was about to refuse, but Zeng Youwei suddenly said: "Brother Sanlang, just listen to my mother. If you don't listen, my mother will not be able to sleep at night."

Zeng Xiaokuan looked at the girl, and when Zeng Youwei saw her second brother looking at her, her face suddenly turned red, and she knew that the girl's elbows had begun to turn outwards.

Zeng Xiaokuan secretly laughed in his heart and also advised: "Yes, Ju Zheng, let my mother take care of this matter. Let's go study."

Mrs. Zeng smiled and said: "That's right, just go and study. You are Duke Yuan now, but you can't slack off.

It was not that easy for Chunwei to compete with scholars from all over the country.

Your teacher is expecting you to come back with a top score, so don’t worry about trivial matters like this, just go and go!”

Mrs. Zeng began to drive people away.

Zhang Heng smiled helplessly and had no choice but to follow Zeng Xiaokuan to the study. This time, Zeng Youwei did not follow, but followed her mother.

Mrs. Zeng glanced at her daughter and said jokingly: "What, you don't want to give up?"

Zeng Youwei smiled: "What are you talking about? Why can't my daughter understand it?"

Mrs. Zeng smiled: "Ju Zheng gave several million guan to the Zeng family, and now he wants to give another several million guan to his second brother. Are you willing to give it to him?"

Zeng Youwei smiled and said: "Isn't my daughter a member of the Zeng family? How could she be reluctant to part with her?

And the 10% share that Saburo gave to his second brother was not considered a gift.

They were originally a family, and giving 10% to his second brother was a sign of their brotherhood.

He is a loving and righteous man, so how could his daughter not support him?

Moreover, what I value is his person, whether he has money or power, it is just a cloud to my daughter.

If he accomplishes nothing, my daughter will not let him live without a solution."

Mrs. Zeng touched her daughter's head and said happily: "As expected of my daughter, she really values ​​love and justice.

My mother is very happy that you have such thoughts. It is not easy for a daughter's family to meet a loving and righteous man.

You must cherish it well and protect it well.”

Zeng Youwei raised her chin slightly and said with a hint of arrogance: "That's natural..."

As if she had thought of something, her face turned slightly red: "...But, mother, when will you and your father plan to make the decision for your daughter regarding my matter with Brother Sanlang?"

Mrs. Zeng looked at her daughter who was looking up at her. The girl blushed slightly, but looked at her firmly and bravely. That sense of strength came to her face.

She couldn't help but laugh, stretched out her finger and pointed at Zeng Youwei's smooth forehead and said: "You, you, you are so shameless!"

Zeng Youwei's face turned even redder, but she did not give in and asked firmly: "Mother! You promised me!"

Mrs. Zeng laughed and said: "Your brother Sanlang must be yours, what are you worrying about!"

Zeng Youwei shook her head and said: "If it's not settled, it's not mine.

Dad is not a current official, and I am not a princess.

Brother Saburo is so good, as long as he is not settled, he may be snatched away by others.

As long as the day is not stable, my daughter will not be able to sleep at night!"

Mrs. Zeng couldn't help but nod secretly. Her daughter was really determined and knew exactly what she wanted.

You must strive for what you want. How can such a person be unhappy?
To be continued...