Never divorce, never stop getting rich

As the night in Beijing came to a close, the bustle gradually faded away.

Sikong Taxing stood outside a courtyard holding a booklet, and asked hesitantly, "Do you really know how to disguise yourself? Just by looking at someone, you can do it?"

Sang Biao glared at him impatiently and said, "Are you going or not, or are you not capable of stealing the deed?"

"How is that possible! This is a craft passed down from my ancestors!" Sikong Taxing said, then realized that he had spoken too quickly and went up to the roof in annoyance.

Seeing that he was touching the tiles with his toes and the tiles were not moving at all, Sang Biao couldn't help but look up at him, and then followed him onto the roof.

"I know everything about this place. This is the residence of the concubine that the Minister of War keeps outside. He is henpecked. The Yue family is powerful, so he doesn't even dare to touch the hand of a maid at home.

Only here can one afford to build a house and raise a child. This concubine also has a younger brother who likes to gamble. It is him you want to see."

Sikong Taxing and Sang Biao were lying in ambush on the roof, pointing to the avenue in the garden below and showing it to Sang Biao. A tall and thin man was walking out triumphantly, followed by two followers who kept saying auspicious words.

"He will be returning to his old house in the countryside in two days and will not be in the capital. This is a good opportunity."

Sang Biao vacillated, and under the moonlight, his almond-shaped eyes instantly turned into vertical pupils, and then returned to normal.

"Okay, go get the title deed."

"Is that all?" Sikong Taxing looked at her in shock, but time waits for no one, so he turned around and touched the house of the hostess of the mansion.

The two men came and went without disturbing anyone. By the time they returned to Qian Qiansui's room in the Marquis' Mansion, it was already midnight.

Seeing that Qian Qiansui and Wen Chun were still waiting for them, Sikong Taxing hurriedly and impatiently took out the land deeds in his arms. There were seven or eight in total, which showed how many houses these two had robbed.

"These people are more or less related to loan sharking, and they are all covered in lice. If they make trouble, it will definitely be a big deal." Wen Chun is quite familiar with these people, and some of the names here were provided by him.

"Let's not do anything in the capital. The situation there is tense and some things are difficult to do. Besides, the gambling houses in the capital are more likely to suffer losses. It's better to go to the outskirts of the capital. Those local tyrants don't care about the status of the Beijing officials."

Qian Qiansui knew all too well those local bullies who were arrogant and dictatorial, and who would not even spare him if they went crazy.

"Okay, tomorrow I will find a carriage and take this...this girl to the towns around the capital. If something happens, it will be easy for us to escape." Sikong Taxing has the most experience in this.

The tasks were assigned, and Sang Biao also promised countless unequal treaties. Qian Qiansui pulled Wen Chun to lie on the bed. She really couldn't bear it anymore.

But until he fell asleep, his dreams were still about the academy's lack of funds, and Sikong Taxing being discovered and chased for three blocks.

"Yan Sui, why do you want to be killed? Did you do something to Fu Zichan?"

Feeling the steady breathing beside him, Wen Chun touched Qian Qiansui's face, which had become a little rounder due to his recent eating habits, in confusion.

She was the wife of his target, but he was forced to become her lover. According to his previous temper, even if he couldn't kill her, he should have held a grudge against her and wait for an opportunity to strike.

But why couldn't he bring himself to do it, and why wasn't he willing to stay away? This bad woman was really weird.

There have been many new faces in the gambling house in Jinsha Town recently. One of them is a young master who has been losing money here for three consecutive days. The money he loses each time is not much, but it can be seen that he is very involved.

The boss of the gambling house has noticed this person and is currently investigating his background to facilitate future actions.

But who knew that the person who inquired for the news didn't come back, and the young master lost all his money, so he decided to go all out and simply found the manager of the gambling house and said he wanted to mortgage his property.

"Young Master, you have to think this through carefully. If you mortgage it and can't pay back the money, we'll have to take your house away from you."

The manager of the gambling house handed the land deed in his hand to the people around him for careful inspection, and then smiled and confirmed it repeatedly with the young master.

The young master lost money gambling these past two days and was very angry. He slammed the table and shouted:

"Nonsense, how can I not pay back the money? Hurry up, bring the banknotes and exchange them for some small change. I feel like my luck will come back soon, and I will definitely win."

The gambling house manager had seen all kinds of people, and this was even more common. He turned his head and glanced at the subordinate next to him, who whispered in his ear:

"It's true, and this young master is known to someone who says he's the younger brother of a high-ranking official's concubine in the capital. Even if he loses everything, his sister will definitely have the money to pay him back."

The gambling house manager was relieved now and said politely and attentively, "Don't worry, don't worry. After you sign and seal, I'll have someone exchange the banknote for you. This small amount of silver is a gift to you, young master. I hope you will patronize our gambling house more often in the future."

The young master didn't even listen, signed the contract in a hurry, then rushed to the gambling table with the change. As expected, he lost again.

The people in the gambling house quickly sent the silver note over again. In order to lure this big fish and borrow more money, the gambling house even exchanged the silver note for 80% of the market price of the house.

The young master was not vague and casually stuffed the banknote into his arms and continued to sit at the gambling table.

But not long after, when the manager of the gambling house remembered the young master again, he was gone and the banknotes were taken away.

Although the people in the gambling house felt puzzled, they did not take it too seriously. After all, all the houses in the capital were mortgaged here.

So for several days in a row, in seven or eight towns near or far around the capital, local gambling houses would encounter such a powerful young man who lost money gambling and mortgaged the capital's land deeds to the gambling houses.

Some are the younger brothers of concubines, some are the illegitimate sons of officials, and some even have mistresses of Beijing officials.

Seven or eight land deeds and 80% of the mortgage were taken out from the money changer before the gambling house could react, and disappeared without a trace.

"Madam, you don't know, the capital is in an uproar! Several officials have quarreled with their families, and it's a huge commotion.

It is said that these officials not only have concubines outside, but some of their illegitimate children are even older than the children of their principal wives.

Tsk tsk tsk… The most outrageous thing is that there are Beijing officials who keep actors as mistresses. Two men, oh my god, the wives’ families all came to the door. They said they wanted a divorce!”

Bai Qing went out to do some shopping early in the morning, but before he even left the alley, there was a commotion in the house of a third-rank official across the street.

The official who usually looked like a respectable man was beaten with bruises all over his face. It was said that there were people outside the house holding land deeds to collect debts. Now everything was exposed and many people were watching.

"Really? That's exciting."

Qian Qiansui touched Sang Biao's soft little belly, listened to its sweet words, and thought of the silver that had been saved in the academy for construction, and his mood suddenly improved.