My magic stick is going to heaven!

When Mr. Shang heard what Wen Changlang said, he calmed down, and when he saw Wen Changlang's eyes, he also softened. Hearing what he said in a decent way, it seemed that he really understood this.

So he gave the housekeeper a wink and asked him to open the door.

The butler stared, pushed Wen Changlang away, took the keychain from his waist, and made a gesture to open the door.

Wen Changlang was pushed so rudely, and he looked at the butler in disbelief:

"Grandpa, even if you are jealous of my good looks, you shouldn't push me!"

The housekeeper smiled and said: "I should throw you from here, so that you can be quiet and quiet."

After the door opened, Wen Changlang walked into the room, turned coquettishly, and gave the housekeeper a glance:

"Grandpa, you know, with my handsome face and talent for exorcising ghosts, there is no one else except me, Wen Changlang!"

As Wen Changlang said, he kicked a double flower drum firmly in his hand. At the beginning, it was still shaking violently, but then he was slapped by Wen Changlang, and it became quiet .

"Look, this is not solved."

Holding the double flower drums, Wen Changlang casually walked back to the living room, swayed around in front of Mr. Shang, and asked:

"The owner of this thing should be dead, right?"

Mr. Shang was surprised: "You... how do you know?!"

Now, Shang Yunyi was also a little surprised:

"The owner of this pair of flower drums was the favorite of an old servant, and that old servant indeed passed away half a year ago."

Wen Changlang waved his hand, expressing his confusion:

"Why don't you bury the relics of a deceased person, and put them away? Isn't this obviously a ghost for yourself? Besides, before this old servant died, his resentment was still so deep."

That's right, the old servant had served in the Shang mansion all his life, and before he died, he wanted Mr. Shang to arrange a place for her grandson in the countryside in the army, but Mr. Shang was always business-like, so he naturally refused.

Therefore, the old servant was complaining that the merchant did not arrange official positions for her grandson in the countryside.

Mr. Shang slumped down on the sofa, his face sullen, and he didn't speak.

Shang Yunyi sighed and said with emotion:

"I didn't expect that the old servant's resentment would be so deep. Her grandson's qualifications are mediocre, and he can't be a martial artist, and he has never been to a military academy. Even if he is an ordinary private soldier, his physical fitness is not up to standard. How can he join the army? In the end, it seems like our Shang Mansion has treated her badly."

The butler is also annoyed:

"This old servant is ungrateful, and even after his death, he disturbed the peace of the Shang Mansion! Little brother, you really have the ability to solve this matter?"

Wen Changlang's face was normal, but there was a villain running wildly in his heart, as if he had seen countless banknotes floating towards him.

Clenched hands into fists pressed against the corners of the lips, and the tone of the speech was the weakest:

"Well, of course there is a way, it's just...ahem..."

Shang Yun understood: "You can open your mouth as much as you want."

"Cheer up! Seeing that you look much worse than me, but you are still very personable. The price of five thousand silver dollars is converted into a silver ticket. I will immediately deal with her tonight!"

Wen Changlang finished speaking in one breath, without panting, and then calmly waited for their reply. In fact, his heart was trembling with panic, for fear that the price he called was too high and they would not want it.

However, he has already weighed it carefully, the most important thing this wealthy family in the Shang Mansion lacks is money, so if this is the case, it is not too much to exchange a mere five thousand silver dollars for the peace of the family.

"That's going too far."

Ok? !

Wen Changlang turned his head back in horror, his eyes straightened.