Shipin Dalizheng

Several people looked at Gao Zhiyuan again, feeling that his weirdness was not something that ordinary people could understand. He went out to buy groceries normally, but he had to cover his head and face to do other things. His train of thought was very strange.

Rong Tang didn't intend to care about these things. The black market was a very large organization, but what he saw so far was just the tip of the iceberg. He had no intention of rebelling, so he didn't want to know more.

"Manager Gao..."

Gao Zhiyuan retorted: "I'm not Shopkeeper Gao, please call me Number Eight."

"Number Eight, please sit down for a while. I want to talk to my people first."

Rong Tang gave up communicating with Gao Zhiyuan and asked Rong An about the general situation first.

It turned out that the piece of paper was not imported from somewhere else, but was made by Gao Zhiyuan himself when he was bored. He sold it in the shop and could be used to make pastry boxes.

When Rong An went to talk to him, Gao Zhiyuan, upon hearing that it was Prince Rong who was interested in this, immediately said that he did not intend to sell it, but he could invest in the technology, and Prince Rong would give him some shares so that he could support his brothers.

Rong An also went with him to an abandoned village outside the city, where a dozen of his brothers, young and old, huddled together to make paper. Because sales were low and business was slow, they were all poorly dressed, eating only coarse grain porridge and wild vegetable paste. When they heard they had found a major client, their eyes welled with excitement.

Hearing this, Rong Tang couldn't help but ask Gao Zhiyuan, "Doesn't the grocery store make money? People are starving to death!"

Gao Zhiyuan said, "The money earned from the grocery store belongs to Shopkeeper Gao. Number Eight can't use it for personal use. If those brothers want to eat and drink well, they have to complete missions, but we haven't received any missions in many years."

Rong Tang was speechless, okay.

"What kind of missions do your brothers usually take?"

Gao Zhiyuan said: "Assassination, prisoner kidnapping, arson, kidnapping..."

Rong Tang cursed, "Fuck you."

"...We don't do any of that. We're all law-abiding citizens. We do tracking, gathering intelligence, and digging into the inside stories of wealthy families. But this group hasn't actually been on a mission yet."

Rong Tang let him take a deep breath. It was hard to imagine what kind of weird subordinates this guy could lead.

"I have a task for you guys, do you want to do it?"

Gao Zhiyuan became excited when he heard about the business, "Prince Rong, please speak."

"Someone has offended me. How much do you want to pay for punishing him?"

Gao Zhiyuan asked, "Who is he? Does he know Kung Fu? Does he have any subordinates?"

Rong Tang said, "His surname is Chu, and his name is Chu Chen. He is a student at the Imperial Academy. His family is a royal merchant family, and he is a cousin of Prince Yong on his mother's side. He doesn't know martial arts, but he certainly has servants protecting him. How much is he worth?"

Gao Zhiyuan hesitantly extended two hands, fearing that Rong Tang would despise them for being useless, so he retracted one hand, "Five people, five each..."

"Five taels?"

"Five big meat buns and a chicken to go."

Rong Tang heard the muffled laughter of the people behind him and helplessly rubbed his forehead, "Rong An, give them ten taels of silver."

Gao Zhiyuan was terrified, "This little thing is not worth ten taels of silver."

"Give them the use first, and come back to them if you need anything later. We agreed that you should be smart. If anything goes wrong, I won't take the blame."

Gao Zhiyuan said cautiously, "We settle accounts for each mission we undertake. We are not selling it to you. When our young master goes north in the future..."

"Got it. Go ahead and issue the mission, and then we'll discuss your paper business."

"Hold on."

Gao Zhiyuan pulled out a palm-sized piece of paper from his pocket, wrote a few words with a charcoal pencil, and said, "I'll be back in a moment."

He leaped out of the yard.

Less than half a cup of tea later he came back and said, "That task has been sent down. Let's get started."

Next, Rong Tang explained his vision for making legitimate playing cards. First, the paper they had was too rough and needed to be covered with a layer of white paper. Second, the patterns and numbers couldn't be hand-painted; they needed to be engraved and printed, preferably in color. The patterns also needed to be more appealing, and he happened to have a professional engraver.

As for the profit sharing, the two parties would split the finished products 50-50. Gao Zhiyuan didn't have to worry about the sales, as he would take care of everything. If Gao Zhiyuan agreed to supply him exclusively, he would give them 20% of the shop's profits.

Gao Zhiyuan thought about it and didn't realize that he was at a disadvantage. He also got 20% of the profit from Rong Shizi's shop for free. It was a great deal, so he signed the contract happily.

After seeing off this strange middle-aged man, several people almost burst out laughing. Previously, they thought Gao Zhiyuan was aloof because he covered his face when he went out, but it turned out that this guy was stubborn and stubborn, even in front of acquaintances.

After laughing, Rong Tang said, "Brother Zhan, you've made simple playing cards before, so you should follow up on this matter. I might be busy for a few days starting tomorrow."

Rong Zhan couldn't help but think that his master was busy every day and there was no time when he was not busy.

The second half of the night was a restless night. Near dawn, Gu Zhongxun, who was on patrol, rode his horse in Lanhua Hutong, which was the most popular street for men in Shangjing.

When he reached the bottom of Baihua Building, he heard a noise above his head. Looking up, he saw a white body hanging on the outer wall of the third floor facing the street, twisting and swaying slightly.

He shouted, "Who is it? You are playing so hard!"

When the man heard the voice, he shook violently and made a "mumbling" sound, as if asking for help.

While cursing, Gu Zhongxun sent people to break down the door of Baihua Tower. All the girls and clients in the building were awakened. Some cursed, some panicked, and opened the door in disheveled clothes to ask what was going on.

Gu Zhongxun led his men straight to the place where the person was hung on the third floor, opened the window, and shone a lantern to see what was going on. They saw Chu Chen naked, with his underpants stuck between his toes, his eyes staring in fear, and an expression of shame and anger on his face.

Gu Zhongxun almost burst out laughing. He was the brother-in-law of Prince Huai, and Chu Chen was the brother-in-law of Prince Yong. They were naturally in two camps.

Therefore, the task of rescuing Chu Chen became extremely difficult. In short, two more teams were called over, divided into three groups: upper, middle, lower, inside and outside. A large number of manpower were invested, and finally, before Chu Chen went into shock, he was put on the street in Lanhua Hutong.

But it was already daybreak, and passers-by were crowded around. Chu Chen's white butt and the two turtles painted on it had already been deeply rooted in people's minds.

Finally, Gu Zhongxun "kindly" borrowed a gauze skirt from a girl in Baihualou to cover himself, and had someone carry him on horseback and send him back to the Chu family. Of course, the rate of turning heads and being chased along the way was extremely high.

At this time, Rong Tang was taken away by Lao Wen again, stuffed into Zheng Changzhi's carriage and driven towards the palace.

Rong Tang yawned and rubbed his eyes, "Good morning, Master Zheng!"

Zheng Changzhi was very disgusted with his slovenly appearance and ordered Lao Wen, "Stop for a moment and let him wash his face and clean the mucus from his eyes."

He also warned Rong Tang, "I recommend that you go to the Ministry of Revenue to check the accounts, but you'd better disguise yourself and don't let people see that you are Rong Shizi, otherwise Prince Rui will deal with you later."

Rong Tang curled his lips and spoke as if King Rui was very friendly to him, wanting to use him and skin him alive.

Passing by a clothing store, Rong Tang jumped in and modified his clothes as soon as it opened, while Lao Wen was waiting outside in the car.

Soon, a servant from the Zheng Mansion came to report what happened in Lanhua Hutong. Zheng Changzhi couldn't help but say, "Old Wen, if I asked you to punish Chu Chen, there's no need to strip him naked!"

Old Wen was baffled. "Why would I do such a stupid thing at my age? I just hung him upstairs, I didn't strip him naked."

In other words, after Lao Wen left, a second group of people went to do that evil thing. They turned their eyes to the shop. Was it him?

Rong Tang came out, changed into an ordinary gray gown, stuck on a fake goatee, and had a big black and red mole on his forehead, like a bag of thick blood with a few hairs on it. He looked wretched and disgusting.

Zheng Changzhi yelled, "You are not allowed to get on the bus."