In the underground money cellar of Jingshitang, Chen Jinbai, Chen Mianshu, and Chen Buxi looked at the pile of silver and gold in front of him, and were so shocked that they could not speak for a long time.

Chen Jinbai's hands were trembling:

"Chen Li, what's going on? Where did so much money come from? And gold?"

Chen Li took out a piece of paper at this time, and was still shocked:

"Second Master, Third Master, Big Master, look, this is a piece of paper I picked up on these unknown gold and silver in the money cellar. This is really the appearance of the ancestors."

Everyone looked at the torch, and Ding Qing looked at it, and the paper said:

"In the event of trouble in Jingshitang, I specially gave it money, hoping that all descendants and descendants can work together to overcome the difficulties."

"This is indeed the gold and silver given by our ancestor of the Chen family? Hahaha, this is really the appearance of the ancestors. Third brother, hurry up, go and prepare the three animals. We want to worship our ancestors."

Chen Jinbai suddenly burst into laughter, and his depression seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden.

The ancients believed in ghosts and gods, and various myths and legends emerged one after another. Now the Chen family has inexplicably made them believe it.

They had no choice but to believe that the total weight of this 5,000 taels of silver and one thousand taels of gold was at least about one thousand kilograms.

In ancient times, the location of each bank's money cellar was extremely confidential and it was generally difficult for outsiders to find it.

Even if you find it, the security is relatively strict and it is difficult to enter.

What's more, this thousand pounds of portions only requires many trips to transport them back and forth. How could it not be discovered?

As a result, overnight, without knowing the truth, there were so many gold and silver in the money cellar, and the amount was huge. If it weren't for the appearance of the ancestors, what would be the reason?

Could it be that Uncle Lei Feng is doing good deeds and sending money to his door?

The rest of the Chen family were all happy, clamoring to worship their ancestors and to do a special job, hoping that the entire Bianliang City would know about the Chen family's happy events.

Chen Li stopped him, "Second Master, Third Master, this ancestor worship activity cannot be carried out, at least it cannot be carried out publicly."

When Chen Mianbo heard this, he frowned:

"Why can't it be done publicly? This matter is spreading, not to let those behind the scenes know that our Chen family cannot be defeated and cannot be punished!"

"No, Second Master, if this matter spreads, outsiders will immediately know that our Jingshitang is out of money now, and even our ancestors have to appear to send money. At that time, I am afraid that the people behind the scenes will be even more ruthless.

So now we have to be real and real, real and real, so that outsiders can’t figure out how much our Chen family has, so that they will take care of it and may stop. Otherwise, there will be endless troubles."

When Chen Jinbai heard this, he took a breath:

"Chen Li, you are right, I almost missed the big thing. Well, let's quietly worship our ancestors in this cash cellar. We descendants are ashamed of being trusted by our ancestors, alas..."

Only Chen Buxi looked at the words on the paper. The words that require the pen tip without the pen tip, the structure without the structure, and even a bit crooked. Is it really written by my ancestors?

How do these words look so familiar?

"I don't like it, what are you thinking? Go and take out the tools used to worship ancestors during the New Year."

"Oh, OK, I'll go right away."

Chen Buxi put down the paper and left in a hurry before he could think too much.

The Chen family started to get busy, and Chen Buer had nothing to do, so they went out to wander around again.

Chen Buer, who was walking on the street, had black eyes, like a panda. This was because he didn't fall asleep all night and contributed so much money before he could warm up. His heart was like a knife.

It hurts my heart, and my body hurts.

When I thought of so much money, his big house and shops, I felt so distressed that I couldn't even eat breakfast.

When walking on the road, I felt that the day was gray and there was no fun in life. He could never be happy anymore.

The fat man and the thin man were still comforting: "Young master, don't do this. At least, 5,000 taels of silver were left, which was enough for us to spend."

"That's right, five thousand taels, I've grown up so old, and I've never seen so much money. Where can we eat at noon, Master?"

"Eat, you two idiots know how to eat. I have no 25,000 taels of silver left. I have to save some money. Now you young master, I am poor, so poor that I only have 5,000 taels of silver left. God~~~~~"

Passersby heard this and looked contemptuous.

"Whose child is bragging early in the morning?"

"That's right, 5,000 taels of silver are still called poor people? Then we can all jump into the Bian River together?"

"Look at them, they are like people with 5,000 taels of silver? Tell, there are people who say all kinds of big talk these days."

Chen Buer was hit by a passerby and felt that he was almost depressed. He obviously had done good things and was scolded. Is there any king's law? Is there any law of nature?

It seems that making money depends on his time travel golden fingers. Chen Buer walked along and his eyes slowly got up.

Fanlou, in a private room on the third floor, Chen Buer, Pan Mingguang, Zhu Lichen and Du Zongzhe were picking up their wine glasses, laughing and joking.

Chen Buer was rich, so of course he thought of his friends, and he also sincerely wanted to ask them how to make money.

The reason why these playboys can maintain "high consumption" on weekdays is definitely not that their families give them too much money.

On the contrary, how could their parents not know what their children are? How could they give money at will?

The so-called fish have a fish road, shrimp have a shrimp road, loaches and eels, each with its own path. As the four famous playboys in the medical profession, they must have their own unique ways to earn extra money so that they can eat, drink and have fun.

When it comes to making money, Pan Mingguang can't count on it. It's a gambler. One thousand come and one thousand go, all of them are lost.

On the contrary, although Zhu Lichen and Du Zongzhe remain silent, their lives are actually quite comfortable. Chen Buer's plan to make money is actually entrusted to them.

Zhu Lichen was already drunk at this time and said with his neck:

"If you want to make money, it depends on whether you are brave. All of our families open clinics. Who doesn't have any secret medicine? If you have the ability to steal some and sell them, I have a way."

Chen Buer leaned closer: "What's the way? Tell me about it, maybe everyone can use it."

"Stupid, go to the ghost market to sell it."

"Ghost Market?"

Chen Buer thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out: "What is a ghost market? Do those lonely ghosts also need medicine? There is no need to buy it in the underworld?"

Zhu Lichen looked contemptuous:
Chapter completed!