In the Tang Dynasty, a society based on integrity, Li Chengqian, who had contracts in hand, could already be invincible.

As for the old monk's teachings, whether it is the old monk who wanted to take advantage of the situation and could lose his debts in the future, or he did not notice the subsequent breach of contract terms for a while, he now owes Li Chengqian and Li Xiaogong 144,000 jin of silver.

So, Li Chengqian, holding the Dali Temple verdict, appeared again in front of the Pharaoh monk: "Old monk, now you can hand over these 144,000 guan to me, right?"

"Your Highness, why are you doing this? The old monk does not have so much money in his hands." After the old monk finished speaking, he looked sad and sad. He clasped his palms together and began to chant scriptures in a low voice, for fear that he would not be able to suppress his anger, so he beat Li Chengqian up.

This is not because he deliberately wanted to pay back the debt. It is really that the price of printing books is so low now. If he had obtained the money from printing Buddhist scriptures, he could print more than ten or twenty times the amount of books he had printed.

This made the old monk willing to pay more, and it was much more than the money he had originally paid.

"Old monk, are you really planning to pay back the debt?" Li Chengqian, no matter what the old monk thinks, the money is related to whether his medical school can be built. No matter what, he has to pay it out.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, it's not that old monk is lying to pay, so there's really not that much money."

After hearing the old monk's words, Li Chengqian sneered in his heart. The temples in Chang'an City were almost painted with gold and said they had no money, who would believe it!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but say: "Old monk, don't think that I don't know how much worship you will receive from the people of the Tang Dynasty a year. Not to mention tens of thousands of guan, those fields and real estate are considered one hundred million guan. I'm afraid you don't lack it, right?"

The Pharaoh monk's face twitched a few times and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Your Highness, those are all donations by believers, not forced by Buddhism, and..."

"Stop, I don't believe in Buddhism. You just need to have money or not."

"Your Highness, I really have no money."

The Pharaoh Monk was indeed poor. Not only did he have no money, but he was also very poor.

There is money in the temple, but it is public funds. The Taoist priest has the right to decide how to spend it. But when I think about spending dozens of times the money to print a book, the old monk felt so painful. How could he take out the money?

"Finish, then I'll go back now. I hope you don't regret it in the future!" Li Chengqian got off the table, patted his butt and turned around and left.

If he doesn't fight for steamed buns, he will not be able to make money, so he will go home to find his parents. At worst, he will not want more than 100,000 yuan and leave it to the old man.

When the time comes, His Majesty Li Er, who is jealous of money, comes to ask for money, see what the old monk will do.

"Amitabha!" The Pharaoh Monk watched Li Chengqian leave, and a trace of bad feeling faintly arose in his heart, as if he had done something wrong again this time.

Half an hour later, Li Chengqian, who hurried back to the imperial city, had already appeared outside the Ganlu Hall. He was about to ask the old guard at the door who was in the room, but was startled by an angry shout: "Stupid brat, where can I run!"

When he looked up, he saw Li Xiaogong rushing down the steps in three steps in two steps. While running, he scolded him angrily: "Boy, I have known for a long time that you are not a good guy, but why can you prevent it from being defensive?"

"Uncle Wang of Hejian, what's wrong? Where did you offend you?"

"What's wrong? You asked what's wrong?" Li Xiaogong said angrily, "When you borrowed that thousand guan and I borrowed that I'm going to write the IOU?"

"What a thousand guan? What a thousand guan?" Li Chengqian pretended to be confused, and the loan note "I am borrowing a thousand liang of silver from Hejian County Prince Li Xiaogong" flashed through his mind.

After so long, this old guy actually came to ask for money, and he still asked the old man for it. It wasn't what he thought.

"What, you kid also wants to learn from that monk, can you just rely on the debt?"

"Where did Uncle Wang say this in Hejian? I really don't remember it. If Uncle Wang has an IOU in his hand, I will take it to see it. If there is really, I will repay the money immediately."

"Fuck!" Li Chengqian didn't say that the IOU was fine. When he talked about the IOU, Li Xiaogong was furious every day.

During the morning court, the old guy suddenly remembered that Li Chengqian had borrowed 1,000 taels of silver from him when he was in Qingzhou.

So when Sanchao went home, he immediately rummaged around at home. After finding him, he was afraid that Li Chengqian would be too young to have money, so he simply took the IOU and came to Li Er directly, intending to ask me to pay back the money for his son.

As a result, this trouble has made a mistake.

The meaning of the word "now borrowing" in "Now borrowing" of Hejian County Prince Li Xiaogong, Thousand Taxis of Silver" is too vague, and it is impossible to tell who borrowed the money from whom. Finally, Li Er decided: The debt relationship in this matter is unclear and cannot be used as a basis!

So, Li Xiaogong's money was gone, and a thousand guan of money evaporated in this world.

Prince Li Xiaogong of Hejian finally understood why Li Chengqian wrote an IOU so happily that day, and he laughed so strangely at that time.

"Uncle Wang of Hejian, you made a lot of money some time ago. Is it because of a thousand guan?" Seeing Li Xiaogong's angry look, Li Chengqian said indifferently.

"Boy, is that a thousand-month business? Why don't you say that you are planning to me in a different way!"

"Uncle Wang of Hejian, look at the relationship between us. What do you think about calculating or not is too much of a calculating relationship, right?" Li Chengqian took two steps back and avoided the fingers that were about to poke into his nostrils.

"Don't mention anything that is emotional or not, just say, do you owe money?"

"Uncle Wang of Hejian, a thousand taels of silver are worth your mouth? Isn't it embarrassing?" Li Chengqian ran Li Xiaogong and added before the old guy came to his senses: "I really want money, my nephew has the right way, and it's no problem to make tens of thousands of dollars at will."

"I believe that you have many crooked trajectories, but what does this have to do with the 1,000 taels of silver you owe me?" Li Xiaogong caught Li Chengqian and refused to let go, and bit the 1,000 taels of silver to talk about it. He planned to take back the money no matter what Li Chengqian said.

"Uncle Wang of Hejian, you have earned no less than hundreds of thousands of yuan in two years, right?"

"Don't talk to me about those useless things. I just like money. What's wrong? Isn't it okay?"

"Yes, but what I want to say is that there is another business that can make a lot of money. I wonder if Uncle Wang is interested?"

"Can you guarantee that you won't cheat?" Li Xiaogong was already scared of cheating and asked conditioned reflexively.

"Uncle Wang of Hejian, when did you cheat you? Are the hundreds of thousands of chunks of money you earned fake?" Li Chengqian looked around, pulled Li Xiaogong to the corridor outside the old man's study room, and muttered quietly.
Chapter completed!