Transformed into a furry person, I am doing public relations in the Northern Song Dynasty

After saying this, Zhao Shijin himself laughed.

Who would have thought that he had just sat down when he saw Mrs. Tuan using her little paws to push the sugar jar towards Zhao Shijin.

Zhao Shijin tried to take it, and sure enough, he was not beaten again.

However, Mrs. Tuan was stingy and only gave me this one. She wouldn't give me any more.

Zhao Shijin was amazed again and again, and even Mr. Zhao was surprised.

Tuan'er's actions always surprised him. Looking at the clever and almost magical cat in his arms, he felt inexplicably worried.

There is a saying nowadays that being too smart will shorten one's lifespan. Cats don't live as long as humans. Zhao Chengyan felt extremely sad when he thought that his Tuan'er could only accompany him for a few short years.

Zhao Shijin didn't understand what his uncle was thinking at all. Instead, he gently rubbed Tuan'er's little ear and talked nonsense.

"I heard a strange story made up by the tile shop. It said that there was a little fox that became a spirit. After being rescued by a scholar, it transformed into a beautiful lady. Every day, it would go to the scholar's home when he was asleep to repay his kindness. It could mend clothes and cook. In the end, it married the scholar."

"But later on, the truth was revealed. The scholar ignored the fox lady's kindness to him and instead asked a Taoist monk to take her in. In the end, he regretted it very much. The fox lady wasted all her cultivation. She had a mixture of love and hate for the scholar, and they were entangled for several lifetimes..."

Zhao Shijin didn't like the later part very much, but was very interested in the earlier part. He didn't talk much about the strange story, but turned the conversation to Mrs. Tuan.

"My lady, you don't have to worry about your husband being timid and hypocritical, or listening to slander. Your husband has the right ideas. Even if you are really a little cat demon that can transform into a human, your husband will only pamper you and love you!"

Zhao Chengyan held Tuan'er and avoided Zhao Shijin's hands that were kneading her. He lifted Tuan'er in front of himself with both hands, rubbed his cheek against Tuan'er's soft fur, and smelled the sweet scent of loquat on her body.

"You smell so sweet, is it because I made some loquat candy for you personally?"

Zhao Chengyan was just joking along with Zhao Shijin's words. Who would have thought that when he moved his face away from Tuan'er's soft belly and met those amber eyes, he could see some guilt on Cat's face that he dared not look into.

Zhao Chengyan was stunned, and then looked at Tuan Niangzi, who was licking her paws, washing her face and rubbing her ears again.

With that cute, confused look on her face, I don't know if she really understood and felt guilty, or if she didn't understand and was just minding her own business.

Zhao Chengyan couldn't help but laugh again, this time at his own over-suspicion.

It was just Zhao Shijin's nonsense, how could you take it seriously?

There are jugglers on the street, and the puppies and monkeys they raise look obedient and clever. Tuan'er is just smarter than other cats, but how can he really transform into a human?

"Go play with Fuxia, you haven't seen each other for a few days."

Seeing the two cats going to play in the courtyard together, Zhao Shijin asked someone to clear the food on the table and went to talk to his uncle about some serious matters.

"If I didn't know that Shopkeeper Zhang was targeting Wangyue Tower, I wouldn't have known that you were injured like this in the Prince's Mansion. Uncle, since you are so determined, I think you are not just targeting Wangyue Tower."

Zhao Chengyan nodded.

The court doctor advised him that as the wound in his mouth had not healed yet, it would be best not to eat anything with a strong flavor to prevent the recurrence of ulcers. He obediently ate porridge for two days. He really couldn't bear to give up the candy Tuan'er gave him, so he soaked one in warm water.

"The loss of Moon Watching Tower won't cause any serious damage to Shi Er Lang. Since I want to teach him a lesson, I want to make sure he doesn't have the guts to act so arrogantly anymore."

Zhao Chengyan took a sip of the sweet loquat water and looked at Zhao Shijin with his eyelids raised.

"Have you had enough fun? Shopkeeper Zhang can't handle it all by himself. I'm thinking of handing over the business of the Jiaozi shop to you later."

It is said that Mrs. Lu loved Shi Erlang and gave him many profitable businesses. Wangyue Tower was one of them, but the most profitable one was the Jiaozi shop, or the money house.

Mrs. Lu was born into the Shouzhou Lu family, a truly prominent family. Almost all of the Lu family's sons served as officials in the court and held important positions. Even Lu Mengzheng and Lu Yijian, uncle and nephew, were appointed prime ministers, the highest positions among ministers.

At that time, Jiaozi originated from the common people. It was issued in large quantities, but many people collected money but did not redeem it.

In order to control this chaos, the court established the Jiaozi Office in Yizhou and selected sixteen prominent families and wealthy merchants to jointly issue Jiaozi and open Jiaozi shops to facilitate trade.

Mrs. Lu was one of them. Although Mrs. Lu was a woman who got married, she was very capable in business. She managed several Jiaozi shops by leveraging her mother's family background.

Then he used the money collected from the shops to do business, making a fortune every day. Even if Shi Erlang spent it for several lifetimes, he would never be able to spend it all.

Zhao Chengyan was abandoned by an official once when he was a child, and he began to be prepared for danger in times of peace.

If he could not become the crown prince, as a royal relative he would not be able to make any achievements in court affairs, nor could he leave Bian Jing. He would be like a sparrow kept in a golden cage by an official, or a rice bug living in a granary.

He was unwilling to live a life of relying on others for food, so when he was only eleven or twelve years old, he used everything he could to privately build up his own property.

Even though he had nothing to do with the Jiaozi shop, he still tried his best to get involved and got one of the sixteen.

Now, the little bit of family affection he longed for has been almost worn away, so naturally he no longer takes people seriously and wants the two out of sixteen seats.

Zhao Shijin said sternly, "It's up to you, uncle. How do you want to deal with him?"

Zhao Shijin grew up with his uncle and admired him the most. He was also unwilling to be a "waste of royal relatives". Knowing his uncle's abilities, he decided to follow his uncle into the dark world.

In his opinion, being the crown prince was nothing. If his uncle wanted to be the crown prince, he had to be the supreme ruler.

Zhao Chengyan already had a plan in mind.

"Don't be in a hurry. First, we will attack Wangyue Tower, then his shop and the manor. I am still waiting for Zhong Gu to come back and add more fuel to the fire. As long as he loses his composure, we will fan the fire and he will not be able to hold on to the Jiaozi shop."

Zhao Chengyan's words were confusing, but Zhao Shijin ran around for his uncle all day long, so he had no idea what it meant.

This is intended to cause a run on the Jiaozi banknotes for Shierlang.

Twelve Lang was a simple-minded and conceited man. Since he had enough money, he had a vague idea that he no longer wanted to be controlled by Madam Lu. But Madam Lu spoiled him and never showed any dissatisfaction.

When his business collapsed, he certainly didn't think of asking his mother for help, but wanted to show off his ability. How could he just leave the gold mountain in his hands unused and watch his business being squeezed out?

As long as he moved a large amount of silver from a Jiaozi shop, he only needed to spread the rumor that the shop owner was going to run away with the money, and the people who were unaware of the situation would inevitably rush to exchange the silver.

Which money house doesn't take out at least 50% of the silver to do business and lend it out to make money? It's not like they are kind enough to help merchants and ordinary people save money.

Whenever there was a run on Jiaozi, the government would quickly draw money from business accounts to fill the hole in order to stabilize people's hearts.