Today, my brothers really gave me monthly tickets. If it were like this every day, maybe I would have the chance to earn the monthly ticket list... After a week of classification, I didn't add one to my collection... Am I really sad? Well, I blame myself for not attracting new readers...

Wen Fei shook his head and said, "Well, I'm honestly not satisfied with your plan. In fact, your idea of ​​setting up a clothing company and establishing a luxury brand is indeed clever. But, I want to do more than just these..."

Yan Ruiwen's smile remained unchanged: "Mr. Wen, you have to know. According to what you said, not only does it take effect slowly, but it requires huge investment funds. The most important thing is that the channels for return are not obvious. What I said is the most feasible..."

Wen Fei shook his head again: "You must do what I said!"

Yan Ruiwen became angry again: "Mr. Wen, you have to figure it out, you are businessmen. We are businessmen, and the rate of return is what we pursue..."

"Sorry!" Wen Fei interrupted her and reiterated: "I am not a businessman, so the rate of return is not my only pursuit. You must do what I said!"

After walking out of the cafe, Wen Fei breathed a sigh of relief. It was really hard to do such a thing for Master Wen. There was no talent under his command. Wen Fei thought in distress that if he was like Zhang Cheng’s family, he could just tell his subordinates if he had anything to do!

However, in modern time and space, Wen Fei's only capable of speaking with him seems to be half a Ren Lechen, who is arduously maintaining his bag company.

Master Wen Datian could make money from modern time and space by doing anything to the Northern Song Dynasty. The most troublesome problem now is what to do to make money from modern time and space. Wen Fei had no idea before, but now he has found the direction.

The next moment, Wen Fei returned to the time and space of the Northern Song Dynasty. The atmosphere in the entire Tokyo city became different. It seemed that the air was filled with commotion and even joy.

The mansion is also busy, with lights and decorations everywhere. Everyone seems to be in joy...

Wen Fei thought these people were preparing their wedding for him, and wondered in his heart that his wedding date seemed to have not been decided yet? Why did he start preparing so early? After asking, he realized that this was not the place for him to prepare for his wedding, but the Lantern Festival is here.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the most important festival in the Northern Song Dynasty, and it is even much more important than the Spring Festival. Then again, this Spring Festival was not the most important festival in the Northern Song Dynasty. That is, the Winter Solstice is more lively than the Spring Festival.

However, what people really valued in the Tang and Song dynasties was the Lantern Festival, which was a real carnival carnival in ancient times.

In the early Northern Song Dynasty, the Shangyuan Lantern Exhibition was held for three days, namely the 14th, 15th, and 16th. By the fifth year of Emperor Qiande, the court had nothing to do and the country was stable. The year was full of bumper grain, so the Kaifeng Prefecture ordered the seventeenth and eighteenth night lamps to be released. Since then, the Song Dynasty has formed a system of five night lamps. Five days of carnivals were the most joyful day for the people of the world.

By then, it will be said that "cars and horses will be together during the day, and the lights of thousands of homes will be warm and spring breeze."

Wen Fei felt itchy when he heard this. He had been in the Song Dynasty for so many days. Last year, he went to worship the sky on the winter solstice, but this year he spent the hospital bed with the Spring Festival. Now he has been at the Lantern Festival, so why bother to join in the fun?

Then the housekeeper Jiang Fan from the mansion came to see him and said, "Father Shang, what lanterns should be laid in our father Shang's mansion?"

Wen Fei was surprised and asked, "Would you like to ask me if you set up a lamp?" If it were in the past, Wen Fei would have asked it first without hesitation, but now his cunning is getting deeper and deeper. Although he is confused, he will not ask it directly, which seems ignorant. He just waits quietly for Jiang Fan to say it himself.

"In our Tokyo city, every Lantern Festival is a time for all the nobles to compete for victory. Each family demands a face, and strives to build their own lanterns to win others' homes. What kind of lanterns do this represent the face of our Shangfu's mansion, so we can't be careless!"

Jiang Fan said: "Even ordinary wealthy families will set up colorful lanterns for tourists to enjoy... Tomorrow will be the day to test the lanterns." The so-called test lanterns are the day when the Lantern Festival was first launched.

Wen Fei calculated his fingers and found that in the time and space of the Northern Song Dynasty, today was the ninth day of the first lunar month. He was shocked: "The lantern festival will start in five days. You are only here to open the lantern today. Is it too late?"

Jiang Fan had no expression of embarrassment on his face, but said, "As early as the twelfth lunar month, those famous lantern craftsmen were invited away by the various houses. At that time, Shang's father was unwell and our house had no intention of lanterns. Now that Shang's father was healthy, he could not say that our house would celebrate even more. Moreover, Shang's father was an immortal from heaven, and this ordinary colorful lantern in the mortal world would probably defile your eyes!"

Wen Fei understood it. It turned out that this guy was not really asking him what kind of lamp he should have. Instead, he urged him to run back to the sky and get a colorful lamp back.

You should know that the colorful lanterns built by wealthy families in the Northern Song Dynasty were called Dengshan. It is not the kind that you can run away with just carrying it, but a lamp mountain and a lamp base that can reach up to dozens of meters high. There are countless candles inside, and when they burn, they are almost as gorgeous as modern neon lights.

"My father Shang is an immortal in heaven. Every family and the mansion, and even the people in the city are watching what kind of lamp mountain will be released in our mansion this year. He even inquired in the palace many times!" Jiang Fan said again.

Wen Fei heard this and what was wrong? The people and gentry in the city, and even the emperors and nobles were still waiting for him to come out the lamp, but he was not even prepared at all. He couldn't help but shout, "Why didn't you say this kind of thing earlier!"

Jiang Fan smiled bitterly and said, "I originally wanted to say it earlier, but I couldn't see you, Father Shang! You have been back to Heaven for so many days..."

Wen Fei was not in the mood to talk to Jiang Fan now, and waved his hand to let Jiang Fan leave. But he became distressed. If time was enough, with modern technology, what kind of lamp mountain could not be made? But there was only one day left. No, the time for this day was not yet. What tricks should we do?

If it really doesn't work, just use the projector to fool it with it. Yes, you have all the things in your own crystal palace. By the way, isn't your own crystal palace the largest lamp mountain?

Wen Fei's eyes lit up, and it was just to decorate the colorful lights of the Crystal Palace. Adding a few sets of laser lights is the kind that is illuminated in the night sky without any trouble. Then adding a large electronic screen. Yes, it seems that he hasn't held a Dharma meeting for a long time. Why not take the opportunity to open the Dharma meeting!

Thinking of it, Wen Fei shook his head. On the Lantern Festival, everyone was having fun and preaching hard. Not to mention if anyone was going to listen, Wen Fei didn't want to be so miserable and stupid...

This shows that Wen Fei has made great progress. If Wen Fei had heard this before, he would have been back to modern times. But now he is much more stable. He has more important things to do now.

He summoned a subordinate and asked someone to call Wang Fu to the mansion. One day he hadn't seen this guy anymore. When this guy heard that Shang's father was calling someone, he ran away happily.

Wen Fei saw this guy with dark golden hair, straight height, and the outline was even more like a knife-carved outline that is rare in Chinese people. If anyone bet with Wen Fei that this guy has no Hu blood, Wen Fei would dare to put a one hundred thousand or eighty thousand in one breath.

"I'll ask you, are you familiar with restaurants and brothels in Tokyo?" Wen Fei asked very directly.

"This..." Wang Fu's face changed, thinking that Wen Fei was going to teach him a lesson about urging the official Zhao Ji to often go to brothels. He shook his head and smiled dryly: "I'm not familiar with it. As a court official, he is related to the court's tradition, how could he go to that kind of place..."

Wen Fei waved his hand to stop this guy's self-proclaiming. The emperor and Song dynasties were open. In the rules, the so-called official banquets, the three academic camps, the gentry meetings, the same annual meetings, and the township meetings, all officials sent the treasury prostitutes in the warehouses.

But officials have never been prohibited from sleeping in the willows. Many times, these spring money are reimbursed for public funds.

But unlike the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the atmosphere was extravagant. Even though the officials were all despicable, they still had to prohibit the public. As a result, officials forced to raise rabbits and play with their husbands. For a time, the trend of short-sleeved peaches became popular throughout the society...

It was too far away. Although Wen Fei knew that Wang Fu was talking nonsense, he didn't want to bother him and asked directly: "Then do you know who is the most enjoyable in these places?"

Wang Fu thought to himself that Zhang Bangyan's group of people are all big experts in brothels. But they can't be reported to them, otherwise Shang's father would turn against him and punish their group for spelling the official family, which would be difficult. Thinking about it, he said, "There is, there is another person who is changing Liu San in this dynasty named Zhou Bangyan. Has Shang's father heard of it?"

"I heard it, that's so much!" Zhou Bangyan was a famous poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. When he was a child, Wen Fei was forced by his father to recite several poems by Zhou Bangyan: "The cicada was sad and sad. When he was facing the Changting, the rain had just stopped. The capital tent was in nostalgic. The place where he was nostalgic, the orchid boat urged him..."

Cough cough, Wang Fu's fair face was flushed for a moment, but he didn't dare to tell the difference, saying that this was clearly the poem by Liu Yong and Liu Sanbian, but it was not Zhou Bangyan. Just looking at Shang's father's excitement, he didn't dare to disturb Shang's father's excitement.

Wen Fei carried half of his arms, and suddenly realized his own family. Unfortunately, this guy was thick-skinned, but he didn't see any embarrassment. He coughed: "One day in the sky, one year in the mortal world. The time for the lower world is too fast, but he has confused people. Go and call Zhou Bangyan and let him accompany me to visit the restaurant and brothel!"

"Ah..." Wang Fu didn't expect that Shang's father would say so bluntly that he was going to a brothel. He was shocked. Then he woke up and wanted to slap himself twice. Why did he miss such a good opportunity to flatter Shang's father?

But at this time, it was too late to say anything. Wang Fu cursed Zhou Bangyan sourly, and he was really lucky, but he heard Wen Fei call out: "Wait a minute..." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!