SFS Chapter 228 The joy of counting money
Chapter 228 The joy of counting money
Duan Yanqing was overjoyed when he heard that he had the opportunity to kill Duan Zhengchun brothers and regain the throne. He originally thought that such a powerful enemy was entrusted by Brother Duan Zhengchun to deal with him, but he did not expect that he was a friend rather than an enemy.
Others don't know how high the martial arts of this mysterious man who calls himself Yan Longyuan is, but he knows it. Without his guidance back then, with Duan Yanqing's disabled body, no matter how strong his perseverance was, I am afraid that today's martial arts would still be difficult to call top-notch. And this mysterious old gentleman just gave him a little guidance, and his martial arts improved by leaps and bounds. You can imagine how high the other party's martial arts is.
Duan Yanqing said happily: "If I get help from the old gentleman, this matter will definitely be solved. But Gusu Murong's martial arts is too powerful, I'm afraid I won't be his match."
The man in black smiled and said: "You don't need to worry about this, I will help you lure Murong Fu away. In the past few days, Murong Fu took Duan Zhengchun to his uncle's house. There was no master around, as long as he could lure Murong Fu away Come on, killing Duan Zhengchun is just a piece of cake for you."
After hearing this, Duan Yanqing was overjoyed. Hearing that the mysterious man in front of him was willing to risk his life to deal with Murong Fu, he was even more grateful. In excitement, he hurriedly said: "Old sir, if Duan Yanqing is in front of me this time, We have successfully eliminated Duan Zhengchun with the help of others. When we are restored to power one day, we will share the wealth and honor with the old gentleman and share the country of Dali!"
The man in black smiled mysteriously and did not take the other party's empty promise to heart. His purpose of helping Duan Yanqing was not for the other party's illusory reset.
"It's good that you have this intention. It's just that this road is difficult and dangerous, and you have to be careful in the future. Well, it's almost time, let's go!"
In the water moor, there was already a awning boat waiting. The boatman was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, and Duan Yanqing could tell at a glance that he had considerable martial arts skills. Even the subordinates who punted the boat could do such a thing, and Duan Yanqing became even more curious about the true identity of this mysterious old man.
With a look from Yan Longyuan, the boatman untied the cable, held a bamboo pole a little closer to the shore, and the boat slowly sailed towards the depths of the lake.
It was already late at night, no one was around, and the lake reflected the moonlight like a huge mirror.
Three people and one boat sailed all the way to Mantuo Villa. The small awning boat looked like a sneaking mouse in the dark night.
In Mantuo Villa, Murong Fu was alone in the room reading the account books.
That's right, as one of the top masters in the world, he was not competing with beauties in the middle of the night. Instead, he was reading his account books alone, doing what an accountant would do.
Without it, just because the money is too much!
Although Wu Yazi only took away part of the wealth when he left the Xiaoyao Sect, it was already quite a lot. In addition, when he and Li Qiushui searched for martial arts secrets from various sects in the world in those years, a wave of robbing the poor and giving to the rich with the characteristics of the Song Dynasty came along. The wealth accumulated over the past few decades is an astronomical figure.
Although the Murong family cannot be said to be as rich as the country, it can still be said to be the richest. However, Murong Fu was still deeply shocked when he saw the account books compiled by Su Xinghe during this period.
980,000 taels of silver, 50,000 taels of gold, 18 fine East China Sea jade corals, 24 cat's eye stones, 40 purple jade agates, and 30 buckets of South China Sea jade pearls.
A series of things were listed in front of his eyes, making Murong Fu dazzled.
Good guys, were Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui living in seclusion, or were they doing the work of male and female thieves in the name of seclusion?
In this era, silver had not flowed into the Central Plains on a large scale, so the purchasing power of one tael of silver was quite high, enough to keep a family of three from worrying about food and clothing for a month. The value of one tael of gold is not like that of one tael of gold or one hundred taels of silver in later generations. It is roughly exchanged according to the ratio of one tael of gold and sixteen taels of silver.
These yellow and white things are secondary. I guess Li Qiu Shui doesn't think much of them. The value of these things is only the tip of the iceberg. The real value is the pile of rare treasures. If they can all be cleared away, what will happen? It's an astronomical sum.
Translation, translation, what is a surprise!
It can be said that with this wealth, Murong Fu can now raise an elite force of tens of thousands of people at any time to do something good.
Why is there any need to be as useless as the original owner and bargain with Duan Yanqing for 10,000 soldiers and horses? He was even haggled down to five thousand!
He knew that the Xiaoyao Sect was rich, and this could be easily inferred from various details, including the Wuliang Jade Cave built by the lake in Dali, which was decorated with extremely precious crystals of this era. There is also the operation of Tong Lao gargling her mouth with ginseng tea, which all reflects the profound material foundation of Xiaoyao Sect.
He didn't know that before Xiaoyaozi entered Taoism, he was a descendant of a secular family, and he was also a high-ranking official and well-paid. Otherwise, he would not be qualified to participate in the turmoil of the heir to the throne. Coupled with the accumulation of hundreds of years, these wealth Needless to say.
For a moment, facing this huge wealth, Murong Fu was also a little confused.
Is the place where Master lives, Mount Wuliang, or Mount Cristo?
No wonder it is said that martial arts is the hardest currency in the world. I have never seen a hero who is short of money. In comparison, the actions of Qiao Feng, Yang Guo and others who broke into the county government's vault were simply too weak, okay?
No wonder Ding Chunqiu wanted to become the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect even though he was trying to kill his master. It was not just for those few martial arts secret books.
Under the candlelight, Murong Fu calculated the value of these treasures over and over again with his abacus.
Compared to Murong Bo who killed people for money and food, it took no effort for him to get one.
Calm down, calm down, Murong Fu, this little money of 100 million has scared you? ridiculous!
"Master! You are so good to me! Ouch!"
Late at night, Nan Murong, who was famous all over the world, the legendary handsome and handsome Master Murong, was holding an account book and crying loudly.
How do you say something? The two greatest joys in life are sleeping until you wake up naturally, and counting money until your hands cramp. The two most tragic things are counting money until you wake up naturally, and falling asleep until your hands cramp. Murong Fu now experienced the joy of counting money until his hands cramped.
Precisely because he was concentrating on counting the money, Murong Fu did not notice that a dark figure quietly appeared outside the door.
There was a "bang", and the door to the room was smashed open with a strong force. The cold wind outside the door combined with the wind from the palm blew out the candles in the room instantly.
Murong Fu was startled and subconsciously kicked over the round table in front of him and threw it at the sudden black shadow. Then he waved his palm to block a punch towards his face.
Why does this scene look so familiar? Seems like I've seen it somewhere? The next second, Murong Fu became furious: "Good fellow, the robbery has hit me, right? Don't leave once you're here!"