In a high-end restaurant not far away, a group of people were chatting and laughing while eating breakfast. One of them, a noble man with a plaster on his face, said, "I asked you to come here this time to discuss something."

Hearing him speak, everyone subconsciously quieted down and waited for the next step.

Liang Yu seemed to be very satisfied with this performance, nodded slightly, and continued: "The selection for the Cuju competition will begin in half a month. Gao Yanei attaches great importance to this matter. He will come out of the confinement in a few days and bring him with him.

The brothers from the Imperial Guard came over for training.

What I mean is, if this thing is done well, Yanei’s face will be bright, and our lives will be easier. As for the dandy boys, everyone is aware of this. I may not be able to compare with them in dancing and writing, but if I lose in eating, drinking and having fun,

It’s a bit embarrassing, so what I mean by these words is that everyone who has money should contribute money and have the strength to try to get this thing done.”

"Money is not a problem. If the results really come out, the family will be happy. I heard about this Cuju competition. It seems that the man from the palace will come in person for the final competition."

"I have also heard about this from my family, and they also warned me not to act recklessly at this time."

"Everyone knows that officials like these things...hehe, they do what they like."

"Brother Liang, don't worry, this matter will be left to us."

Everyone seems to have known about this for a long time. Perhaps they were waiting for Liang Yu to speak. It is not difficult to form a Cuju team. Money is actually a small issue. How to integrate resources and distribute benefits is the most critical thing.

Although these people are all well-known playboys in Bianjing City, they are not stupid. Being able to sit together and chat calmly can explain a lot of problems. Liang Yu has a relationship with Liang Shicheng behind him, and these people have the same background.

It should not be underestimated. When everyone is the second generation of officials, it is not necessarily possible to distinguish between them, and of course it is not necessary.

Liang Yu largely acted as a middleman among these people, and was also the microphone sent by Gao Yanei. Behind Gao Yanei was Gao Taiwei, and behind Gao Taiwei was Prime Minister Cai Jing. A small Cuju competition

, what is shown is only the tip of the iceberg in the officialdom of Bianjing. No one will be bored enough to dig deeper. Just like Liang Yu said, everyone should have the consciousness of being a playboy and just do things to eat, drink and have fun.

After breakfast, the sun was already high outside, so everyone said their goodbyes and retreated. After they arrived at the door and watched everyone go away, the old man who had been standing behind Liang Yu said, "Sir, can we achieve anything with this group of people?

"

"What do you think?"

The old man said thoughtfully: "It's difficult."

"Haha, they are a bunch of rubbish. They succeed more than they succeed. Of course, we don't expect them to succeed. What we want is to twist them into a line, whether it is money or effort, and get the thing done, then our plan will be over.

That’s more than half the success.”

Liang Yu shook his head and smiled, "As for Gao Yanei, he just wants to be in the limelight and earn some face in front of his godfather. He is a fool waiting to die. He only knows women all day long, and he has wasted so much time.

The good resource is the Gao behind him.

The Lieutenant is a sensible person, well, it’s better not to say these things, lest they get spread and cause trouble for yourself.”

"Old slave understands."

"By the way, there is also the matter of the Shen family. They continue to put pressure on the government, and then contact several big drug dealers in Jiangning, asking them to sell a small part of the goods first, and then stockpile a part. The more anxious the Shen family is, in fact the matter

The better it is to solve it, the root is already rotten, haha, she is just a woman, with a little effort, she still has to surrender obediently in the end..."

Thinking of this, Liang Yu's eyes immediately showed Shen Yourong's cool and elegant look, and the possessive desire in his heart continued to expand, so that his smile became a little ferocious.

…

Ever since Shen Yourong fell ill, everything in the shop has been handed over. The old man's return to the world this time is indeed a shot in the arm for everyone, but it may not have much effect in the real sense. The lawsuit between the two parties has been ongoing until now. Still in the middle of wrangling, the money invested seems to have gone down the drain. I don’t know how long this process will continue...

For Shen Yourong, such waiting was a bit confusing after all. Perhaps he was used to the busy life every day. When he really had time to study female celebrities, he found that even small things like threading needles had become Getting unfamiliar...

When the master and servant came back, Shen Yourong, who was wearing a light blue dress, was sitting under the banana tree in the yard, doing embroidery. She accidentally pricked her finger with the needle. The girl frowned slightly, and then put her finger on it. He sipped it lightly on his lips, and Yang Lin happened to see this scene.

The girl was stunned for a moment, put down the embroidery in her hand, and said, "I'm back."

"Miss, Yun'er brought you your favorite soup cake."

"Well, has your husband had breakfast too?"

"Eat it. The pasta here is quite delicious. It would be better if it could be sprinkled with some oil and spicy food."

Shen Yourong was slightly startled when he heard this, and subconsciously asked: "Spicy?"

"A condiment made by pouring hot oil into chili powder... Well, chili is also a condiment, but it probably hasn't spread to China yet."

Yang Lin explained casually, suddenly thinking that chili peppers were only introduced to the country in the late Ming Dynasty, and almost spilled the beans. However, they seemed to be used to Yang Lin occasionally using modern words that others did not understand.

"Outside the customs, my husband has been there before?" Shen Yourong asked in surprise.

"No... when I was in my hometown, a Hu man I met gave it to me." Yang Lin paused and said regretfully: "Later, the Hu man contracted the plague and died."

Let's stop the topic first so that she won't get curious and get to the bottom of it.

"I'm wrong, I shouldn't have said this." Shen Yourong said apologetically, then he remembered that his whole family died in the plague. What he just said might remind his husband of the sad past again. .

"Uh, it's okay." Yang Lin didn't expect to lie, and she even came back for herself, but it's good, at least she doesn't have to explain something hard. If anything happens again in the future,

Invented, it would be a good idea to pass it on to that bastard.

After breakfast, Yang Lin went back to his room to read. There was no radio or TV these days. Apart from indulging in wine and sex in the hook bar, there were very few other ways to entertain himself. Maybe he could consider inventing a mahjong to kill time, but right now there is only Between the three of us, it felt like there was always a little less passion when we were rubbing each other.

The fight against landlords seems to be okay, but the name must be changed. The landlord class is the mainstream of society these days. If one dares to shout the slogan "fight against landlords" in the name of the world, I am afraid that no one else will need to take action. The old man of the Shen family will be the first to do it. To destroy myself,

On the other side, Shen Yourong and Xiaoyun were studying embroidery under the banana tree, talking softly, and looking up at Yang Lin's room from time to time.

"Next time, you won't be allowed to fool around like this. You are the same. I don't know how to persuade my husband. There is no saying that a scholar cooks by himself." Shen Yourong frowned slightly, but he did not continue on this topic. Instead, he was right The piece of music composed by Yang Lin was more interesting, "You said it was written by my husband himself?"

"Yes, that's what my uncle said." The little maid said swornly.

"Once Upon a Time is slow, a very strange word brand name. I have heard of the sound of slow voice before... Well, the melody is not bad, but the lyrics are a bit strange, and the oblique rhymes are also very random. Maybe it is really his original creation, right?" Shen Yourong listened. Xiaoyun hummed the song "Once Upon a Time" softly, thought about it in her mind, and was not sure.

Although she came from a merchant family and was a daughter, she was actually sent to a private school to study since she was a child. Although she was not very proficient in poetry, songs, classics, meanings, and policy theory, she generally knew something about it, like Liu Sanbian. , Zhou Bangyan, Yan Tongshu and other lyrics are mostly sung by the world, and I have copied and transcribed them in private. Compared with those lyrics, this song is slower than before.

Maybe it's not a lyric at all, I guess it's just a game, but the tune is relatively novel and the melody is quite catchy... Well, I think my husband has gone through several scientific examinations, and maybe he hasn't completely let go of it yet, so he plans to find another way. It's not impossible.

Logically speaking, once you become a son-in-law, you have actually cut off your future for the scientific examination. However, there are no absolutes. Today's Holy Emperor is considered to be open-minded and benevolent, and he has always been eclectic in selecting talents. I heard that some candidates with outstanding calligraphy were exempted from the rule. I was hired, but that was an extreme example. If we really wanted to take this path, first of all, the old man would not be able to pass the test.

Of course, it's also possible that I'm overthinking it. If I really had such thoughts, I wouldn't have agreed to marry into the family in the first place.

Thinking of this, Shen Yourong raised his head and looked towards the room on the second floor in the distance. Yang Lin happened to turn his head and met each other. The latter smiled and nodded.

My husband, my husband, seems to be getting more and more confused.

The girl spent a long time embroidering handkerchiefs in the yard. She felt a little tired, so she went back to the house and lay down.
Chapter completed!