After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Manager Su felt relieved.

After three rounds of drinks, Manager Su had the money box put away and went to rest.

Fang Jin also called two girls from a brothel to keep him company, and Manager Su was very satisfied.

In the middle of the night, the inn suddenly burst into flames.

Fang Jin and Butler Wang took great pains to rescue Steward Su.

The people were rescued, but the money box was still in the fire.

This not only includes the benefits for Manager Su, but also the dividends for the Bo Mansion.

Manager Su knelt on the ground, staring at the fire with lifeless eyes. He felt a chill in his heart. He was finished.

Let the prince know that if he loses his money, his life will be in jeopardy.

Steward Wang comforted him, "It's okay, Steward Su. As long as there's green mountains, there's no fear of running out of firewood. You've worked so hard for the master over the years. The fire was an accident. I'm sure the master will understand!"

What the hell is consideration!

Steward Su felt weak in the knees. He was a son of the Bo family and knew the Bo family's methods very well.

Fang Jin sighed deeply: "Hurry up and ask Manager Fusu to go to the pharmacy. Things have already happened. Take care of yourself."

Take care of yourself, no, no, he has to save his life.

A gleam flashed in Manager Su's eyes, and he had other plans.

The next morning, when Butler Wang went to the pharmacy to look for him, Butler Su was gone.

He hurried back home to report to his master.

Mr. Wang immediately wrote a letter and sent it to the capital at full speed.

The housekeeper was a little worried: "Master, can the people in the Bo Mansion be trusted?"

"What are you afraid of? Haven't we hidden all the things in the house over the years?" Mr. Wang was calm.

Manager Su ran away.

It would take some time for the people in Bo's Mansion to investigate him. Once they caught him, they would only find Fang Jin.

His Wang family is just a small character.

Thanks to Fang Jin, he might be able to get away with it cleanly this time without having to hide his identity.

Fang Jin knew nothing about it. He had already dressed up and came to see Master Chen with some silver notes.

Master Chen was entertaining a guest, and the guest was none other than Mr. Zhu from the Ministry of Revenue.

Although he and Master Wang worked together to set up the scheme, Master Zhu had no special skills in terms of identity.

In the garden, there was constant sound of piano and dancing girls accompanying the guests, making it a lively and lively place with all kinds of entertainment.

Master Zhu, holding a pot of sake, glanced at Fang Jin, who stood with his hands drooping, and praised: "Old Chen, you have a good disciple. He has a noble demeanor and a handsome appearance. He has the natural temperament to be an official."

Fang Jin couldn't help but straighten up, his face flushed and a little excited.

"Hahaha, thank you for your kind words, Brother Zhu." Master Chen stroked his beard and laughed happily. "My disciple is extremely intelligent and has good social skills, but he lacks a bit of luck. However, meeting you today has brought me luck."

"That's right, that's right. I'm here to bring good luck to this young man who has unappreciated his talent."

Lord Zhu was quite proud.

The emperor finally opened up the donation quota, and being in charge of this matter is a lucrative job.

He had to use a lot of connections to take over.

"Fang Jin, what are you standing there for? Why don't you toast your mentor?" Master Chen glanced at his disciple.

Fang Jin stepped forward with a smile and poured wine for Master Zhu: "Master Zhu, I will never forget your kindness in guiding me."

He calmly placed the money box next to Lord Zhu.

Master Zhu said with a smile, "Why are you being polite? We will all be colleagues from now on."

His words were considered as a promise to him.

For some reason, Fang Jin suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Even if a bribe-paying official is despised, it's still an official position. It shouldn't be sought after by everyone, and he's definitely not the only one who can afford a hundred thousand taels.

"However, I have been friends with Old Chen for many years, and I am just looking after my good friend's descendants. The position of Tongpan only costs 100,000 taels."

"If it were someone else, haha, it would cost at least 150,000 taels."

Lord Zhu seemed a little drunk and told the truth.

One hundred thousand taels was the price clearly marked by the court. As for the extra fifty thousand taels, it of course went into Lord Zhu's pocket.

Fang Jin immediately understood and hurriedly poured wine for the gentleman.

"Sir, I will never forget your kindness."

"When Fang Jin makes his mark, I will definitely repay you two gentlemen."

Master Chen and Lord Zhu smiled at each other and looked at Fang Jin with admiration.

The drinking party lasted until the evening.

Fang Jin returned home drunk. Lord Zhu had already promised him that the official position would be confirmed when he returned to Beijing to seek permission.

He will be able to become an official soon.

I don’t know which city he is the magistrate of, but I hope to be able to work in a more affluent place.

Wang Fujiao still hadn't returned home, so Shaoji found an opportunity to come over.

She came to help Fang Jin bathe and change clothes.

"master……"

"Who let you in?" Fang Jin's face darkened and he stared at her with disgust. Did this woman want to touch him with the hand that was cleaning the toilet?

"Master, don't worry, I was very careful and no one found out."

Shaoji just thought that he was scared by being bullied by his wife, and felt even more distressed.

"Get out." Fang Jin was too lazy to listen to her explanation and scolded her coldly.

Roast Chicken was stunned, thinking he had misheard. "Master, it was my fault earlier. I angered the Madam. I know I was wrong. I will be more careful next time and not put you in a difficult position."

She knew that her son-in-law was cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

I'm distancing myself from her now for her own good. I'm afraid the lady will get jealous and bully her again.

"I told you to get out, don't you understand?" Fang Jin said with disgust.

For a maid to be able to climb into his bed by chance was already extremely lucky.

He is so ungrateful, always saying that he feels sorry for him and is thinking about him. Haha, does Fang Jin need the love and care of a mere maid?

Wang Fujiao is fat and ugly, but she can bring value to him.

What’s the point of him taking in a maid?

Fang Jin has figured it out: women can be used as tools to climb the ladder and are not worth indulging in.

Now, Wang Fujiao can give him money.

When he becomes a magistrate, if he looks for a woman, he will have to find one who can help him consolidate his power.

He will get better and better, but a concubine who was born as a maid and cleans the toilet every day will only be a stain on him.

"Son-in-law, what's wrong with you? Did you recognize the wrong person? I am Hongxiu." Shaoji lowered his head to wipe his tears, deliberately revealing his snow-white neck.

Fang Jin stared at him intently, then suddenly waved, "Come here!"

The roast chicken was delighted and hurried forward in small steps.

After a while, a "pop" sound came from the study.

Two servants came in and dragged the roast chicken out.

When Wang Fujiao returned home, she heard that Shaoji had broken the master's Duan inkstone and was beaten with thirty boards. He was now in the woodshed and his life or death was unknown.

After she thought for a moment, she asked someone to ask a doctor to check the roast chicken.

The personal maid felt that her master was too soft-hearted.

"After all, we are master and servant. Let the doctor take a look at her. After she has been taken care of, we can ask the human trafficker to come and sell her off."

Wang Fujiao was willful and overbearing, but there was one thing about her: she was really nice to the servants around her.

The roast chicken, lying drowsily on the haystack, was waiting for the doctor.

I also understood what the lady meant.

Tears fell inadvertently, and she murmured: "I didn't break the inkstone, it was my uncle who dropped it himself."