Fang Zheng smiled and thought, seeing that this boy was so pitiful, let him go, and he could only pay 5,000 taels of silver, and let him get out. If the emperor had not repeatedly asked Fang Zheng to be low-key recently, according to Master Fang's temper, how could this matter be solved in just 5,000 taels? The word "low-key" kills people, and even the young master's wealth has been cut off...

The fat man and Changping also laughed. They all put their postures so low, and they were embarrassed to take action. They could have said that they didn’t know Pan Wu’s identity, so they beat him. Now that they know that Pan Wu is Pan Shangshu’s son, it’s impossible to beat him again. If it is reported, it is equivalent to slapping Pan Shangshu in the face directly.

But the money still has to be compensated. How much should he pay? Fatty and Changping were not sure. The fat man hesitantly looked at the stairs, and saw Fang Zheng dancing and repeatedly comparing five fingers, a trace of clarity flashed in the fat man's eyes.

"Well, let's do this, I won't make things difficult for you. You smash the store into this shape and pay it a sloppy... 50,000 taels. This matter will be revealed and I will never mention it again."

The fat man grew up in the palace since he was a child, so he naturally had no idea about silver. When he saw Fang Zheng gestured five fingers, he casually said 50,000 taels. Changping often caused trouble outside and still had a certain understanding of the prices in the capital. He knew that rebuilding the Yaoyue Tower was more than 50,000 taels of silver was more than enough. However, this kid smashed my mother's shop and didn't ask him to pay 100,000 taels of money. How could he mind that this kid named Pan would pay too much?

"thump!"

Pan Wu looked at the stairs in confusion: "What sound?"

"Uh, it's nothing, you're messing around upstairs. Don't talk nonsense! Get the money! Get it out after you take it! Stay away from the Fang family in the future, and this confession will be preserved. If there is any accident in the Fang family's shop, I won't look for others, I will look for you." Changping said impatiently.

Fifty thousand taels are not a small amount for Pan Wu, but not too much. With his years of bullying men and women to extort merchants, he could easily take it out. So after hearing the fat man offer, Pan Wu was not surprised. Without saying a word, he took out the silver notes from his arms and gave them to the fat man respectfully.

The fat man seemed very happy. Seeing Pan Wu struggling to get up and leave, the fat man couldn't help but ask with concern: "Is that okay? Do you want me to send someone to see you off?"

Pan Wu showed a grin that was even worse than crying: "Thank you, Your Highness, Caomin, you are fine, Caomin is back."

The fat man said goodbye to him enthusiastically: "It's easy to go, come and have a meal if you have time..."

Pan Wu couldn't stop crying, come again? Is there a lot of money? Am I that stupid? I'm so unlucky, today I'm so unlucky. Let's stay home and stay honestly and never go out again...

After all, he is a martial arts practitioner, and his recovery ability and ability to bear beating are much better than that of ordinary people. He struggled to stand up, but Pan Wu didn't even look at the gangsters lying on the ground, and moved out of the Yaoyue Tower step by step.

Seeing that there was a group of unconscious gangsters in the store, Changping couldn't help but frown in disgust and said loudly: "Come here, throw this group of scumbags out for me! I'm annoyed when I see them!"

——Since Fang Zheng and the other three were beaten by the gangsters last time, Changping now hates the gangsters on the street. He takes the guards around all day long and beats them to death when he sees the gangsters. For a time, the security in the capital has improved a lot, and the road is not picked up and the door is not closed at night. Many evil forces have been almost uprooted. The atmosphere in the capital has been greatly reversed. This is entirely due to Changping's achievements, and he is a pioneer of anti-gangsters who is beyond the era. The Jinling Prefecture Principal Chen was so happy that he could not stop and wished he could send a banner to Changping to commend her noble sentiment for eliminating all evil.

Fang Zheng and Fatty and four others stood at the window, silently watching Pan Wu's staggering and lonely figure gradually fading away. The sunset dragged his shadow long, and the whole picture seemed so bleak and sad. If you were accompanied by a solo Erhu song "Erquan Yingyue", you would not need to be too sensational, and you could achieve a tear-jerking effect...

"Are we too cruel?" The fat man was infected by this picture and seemed a little reluctant.

"It's okay? I was beaten and paid some money. It's not considered bullying him..." Fang Zheng was also a little unsure. Was it a bit too much today? No matter how you look at it, it feels like a group of adults bullying a little furry child, with a special feeling of guilt.

"I said he deserves it! Humph, are you stupid? He found this by himself, who can you blame? A few big men are so soft-hearted, are you disgusting?" Changping pointed out the essence of the matter incisively.

Everyone suddenly realized, then looked at each other and laughed. One thing must be admitted is that everyone is good people. Even if they are not good people at the moment, at least they have the idea of ​​being good people. This is already very good, and Pan Shangshu must not have this idea.

Of course, even if good people fight, they are for justice. For example, the more than thirty female guards behind Changping fight for justice.

Fang Zheng walked forward with a smile and bowed to the girls, "Dear sisters and sisters, thank you for your hard work today. To express his gratitude, I would like to invite you to drink..."

After looking at the messy halls everywhere, Fang Zheng smiled dryly, "...Let's have a different place to drink, my family has opened a restaurant elsewhere..."

This caused several female guards to laugh quietly, and the guard leader said calmly: "Thank you for your kindness, you don't have to drink. Treat my princess better, even if you thank us." As he said that, he grinned at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng knew that she hadn't finished her words. If she was not good at treating the princess, the group of gangsters lying on the ground would be his role model.

Humph! Threat me! Is this young master afraid of threats?

Turning his face, Fang Zheng said attentively to Changping: "Oh, Changping, are you tired? Are you thirsty? Are you hungry? Is it okay to ask someone to send you something to eat?"

Changping was obviously a little flattered by Fang Zheng's sudden attentiveness, and he touched Fang Zheng's forehead in confusion: "What's wrong with you? Are you eating dirty?"

Look, Changping doesn't know what a man's gentleness is, and he doesn't buy any account at all.

The restaurant was smashed like this, so of course I couldn't eat this meal. So everyone said goodbye. The shopkeeper of Yaoyuelou came out of some corner at this time, and said with a sad face, "Young master, what should I do?"

Fang Zheng took the 50,000 taels of silver bill from the fat man and stuffed it into the shopkeeper's hand. After thinking about it, he felt that it was a little more, so he took out another 40,000 taels. He glared at him and said, "What should I do? Someone helped you dismantle the old decoration and gave you money to redecorate it. Where can I find such a beautiful thing? You should be happy."

The shopkeeper held ten thousand taels of silver notes in his hand and calculated the approximate expenses for redecoration. He felt that there was still plenty of money. The other master had an explanation and he was so happy that he smiled.

Fang Zheng pulled Feng Qiudao aside, took out a large stack of silver notes from his arms and stuffed them into his hands: "I know that there is not much silver in the treasury of the imperial court. Even if the pension of more than 10,000 fallen soldiers is allocated, and they will only have a few melons and their lives will not be much better. Please distribute these silver to the brothers, so that the fallen brothers can eat more and wear warmer at their homes. After all, alas! After all, I have a responsibility for their death."

These silver were nothing more than the gifts given by the crown prince and the officials in the court when Fang Zheng was just now, extorted from Mr. Wu, and the compensation from Pan Wu just now, etc., which totaled nearly one million taels. This is a considerable amount. If distributed, each household's survivor could be divided into dozens or hundreds of taels, saving some money to live a life of not having enough food and clothing for many years.

Feng Qiudao held the silver note tightly, and his eyes were so moved that he turned red. He lifted his clothes and wanted to bow down. Fang Zheng quickly grabbed him.

Feng Qiudao wiped his eyes and choked and said, "Brother Fang, I thank you for those brothers who died in battle! These are their life-saving money! Your great kindness, whether you are alive or the brothers who died in battle, will be remembered for the rest of your life!"

Master Fang rarely showed kindness, looked at the silver notes in Feng Qiudao's hand with pain, turned his face in pain, and waved his hand: "Take it away, take it away! I can't stand these stinky things..."

Looking at Feng Qiudao's back as he was leaving, Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe this is the only compensation he could do. Huh? When did this young master's personality become so noble? Could it be that my personality has been sublimated again?

Behind him, a light green figure approached quietly. Changping looked at the man he loved deeply. The unconcealed love in his eyes was like a pool of spring water entangled, tightly entangled him.

"You are a good person, I read you right." Changping looked at Fang Zheng and said affectionately.

Fang Zheng curled his lips: "Wrong, I am a poor man. I was a millionaire just now. Alas, the so-called wind blows eggshells, and wealth leaves people happy. It seems that my life is the same as my previous life, and I am always poor."

"Puchi." Changping was happy and flew a green and charming look at Fang Zheng, "With me here, I won't let you be a poor person, hehe."

"Why haven't you gone back yet?" Although the little girl's charming eyes were not perfect enough, they also ticked Fang Zheng's heart fiercely.

"If someone doesn't want to go back, they just want to follow you." Changping twisted his body and acted coquettishly, and said softly in a sweet and greasy voice.

I can't stand it! Fang Zheng couldn't help but tremble, then smiled and pulled Changping's little hand: "Beauty, let's have a relationship."

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My head hurts very much. Yesterday someone took advantage of the disease to rob me and called me out for a drink. How could I lose my momentum? After drinking four bottles in a row... Alas, my head hurts so much now...
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