"Since my father understands his tricks... why should he be loyal to him?"

"...Big deal!" Mo Guaninian muttered himself, "...A grain price storm, most of the Hangzhou City, overnight, hundreds of grain shops closed down, all of them were in his pocket... Countless merchants who were arrogant in the past were played with by him... and he turned his hand to turn the clouds and rain... Borrowing flowers to offer Buddhas, and then returning the shops to others... Without spending a penny, more than half of the shops in the city had his shares... and were praised by all parties involved as the Buddhas of thousands of families..."

"... New City, tsk... What a big deal, a wasteland, gathering thousands of wealthy businesses... I still cry and shouting to send money. I am afraid that people will not want it... In a year and a half, I can tell how much money I have made... Nearly 30 million taels!"

Mo Chenbo retorted dissatisfiedly: "That's just the number on the books... In fact, there is not much cash at all!"

Mo Guaninian's thoughts were interrupted and he glanced at Mo Chenbo in annoyance, "I'll ask the world... who dares to say that the numbers in the account of the Financial Secretary of the General's Office are fake?"

Mo Chenbo was stunned and speechless.

Mo Zhinian whispered: "You must remember that if a lie is said, everyone in the world believes it... that is not a lie... a person who can tell such a lie is not a liar, but a saint!"

"But he is young after all... unscrupulous!" Mo Chenbo said with obvious resentment, "In the past six years, several opportunities to ascend the throne have made him miss it for nothing... If he ascends the throne as soon as possible... Why should his son help King Lu today...?"

"You... I'm afraid you don't know how to die until you die!" Mo Zhinian looked at his son, not like a father.

Mo Chenbo was shocked by this gaze, "Father...the son is also thinking about the future of the Mo family..."

Mo Zhongnian slowly calmed down the coldness in his eyes, "Silly! Six years have passed and many storms... Do you see the fall of King Wu? Then, every time you plot, what will happen to those who harm him... King Lu and the royal family in Jiangnan were exiled to the isolated island, the former crown prince Xun committed suicide, Emperor Jianxing, and the eldest princess also died... But the prince, from a thousand households to a marquis, dukes, princess, and princess, is now a state-controlled country, and is only one step away from ascending the throne to emperor...!"

Cold sweat ejaculated from Mo Chenbo's forehead. His father's words made him suddenly realize that he might be a... stupid person.

"But my father... Xiong, Zhang, and even Lord Qian were very confident... saying that as long as King Lu ascends the throne first, he... would admit this fact and would never lead the army back... By then, as long as he retains his current title of prince, the matter will be left alone...!"

Mo Zhinian suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly.

The shriveled mouth and the mouth that had lost teeth, the laughter was really unpleasant, extremely.

"Didn't the eldest princess send someone to find you?" Mo Zhinian didn't laugh for long. He was old and couldn't even laugh.

More cold sweats oozed out of Mo Chenbo's forehead, and he said, "So... my father knows."

"Your father is old, but he is not as dizzy as he is... You did the right thing that time!" Mo Zhengnian said leisurely, "As a result, you also know... Emperor Jianxing died and the eldest princess died... Fang Guoan wanted to hold Mr. Wu, but wasn't he going to commit suicide?"

The more Mo Chenbo thought about it, the more he felt cold, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

He suddenly realized that those people's words were actually lying. Only his father's two slaps were real and painful.

"Then...then...then...dad has to save me!"

Mo Chenbo knelt in front of Mo Zhinian and said sobbingly.

Mo Zhengnian looked down at his eldest son, which was strange. How could a person who could give birth to a smart person as smart as Qing'er be a fool?

But it was my own flesh and blood, Mo Guaninian sighed softly, "Oh... your father can't save you... If you want to live... you have to save yourself!"

After hearing this, Mo Chenbo was ashamed of an amnesty and said anxiously: "Don't worry, father... my son knew he was wrong... he listened to his father... no matter what his father asked me to do!"

Mo Zhinian waved his hand and closed his eyes.

Mo Chenbo was puzzled and thought his father let him die on his own, so he cried and said, "The child is unfilial... If the son really has that unexpected day, please take care of his health... Don't worry about being too serious... hurting your body!"

"Get out!" Mo Zhinian glared at her beard and shouted, "At this time, you can save your life if you don't do anything... Get out, do whatever you should do!"

Mo Chenbo was scolded for being stupid, and he did nothing, so he did whatever he should do. Was his father confused by himself? What he said was inconsistent, so he did nothing or did what he should do?

Mo Occupation sighed helplessly, this silly son is really unbearable!

"Don't rush up anything, this is not a sin." Mo Zhinian whispered to instruct his son, "Do whatever you should do... This is atonement for your sins!"

After all, Mo Chenbo is not a fool, but he is just a fool in the authorities. Otherwise, how could he give birth to a smart daughter who is as unparalleled as Qing'er?

As soon as Mo Jienian was enlightened, he instantly reminisces.

"The father said, the child... among them, he should be a spy for the King of Wu?"

Mo Zhinian nodded slightly, this silly son can still be saved!

....

A green bamboo forest, a small stone table under the forest.

A pot of tea, three or two snacks.

This is the lunch that Wu Bochang has been talking about to fill his stomach these days.

It’s not that Wu Bochang has no money. Now he is the real father of His Highness, the king of Wu, the governor. As long as he wants to eat, even if he doesn’t have money, he will cough... and don’t even have to cough and wink, someone will cry and shout and rush to send it.

Wu Bochang really doesn't want this. He is still an orthodox scholar in his bones.

There are two types of scholars in the world.

One is to read for the sake of reading, but only to do knowledge throughout one's life. The other is to read for the sake of a livelihood, and the book has its own golden house!

Wu Bochang belongs to the former, and he does not lack money. To be precise, he has never been worried about money since he was a child.

He was not good at economics, and the industry accumulated by the Wu family for ten generations was sold by him to only one dozen shops on Wuzhuang and Shining Street.

Wu Bochang believes that people are content.

The thing like silver can make people not hungry or cold, which is enough!

Wu Bochang is indifferent to the world, adheres to the ancestral teachings and is content with the status quo. If he hadn't given birth to such a son who could toss and be able to toss, he might have been holding an ancient book in Wuzhuang, shaking his head and brain-raising reading a few classics... Perhaps, he would be having fun teasing his grandson's knees!

Wu Zheng is not the eldest son, but the second son.

The eldest son died young, so Wu Zheng became the only seed of the Wu family.

But Wu Bochang did not think that the second child was not in line with his eyes. Instead, he preferred the second child who had been restless since childhood.

Perhaps, parents actually like to make noises, but they don’t admit it or even beaten to death!
Chapter completed!