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Chapter 107 Get up and hit me

Su Qin shook her head. "Nothing. By the way, Wu Anhou sent me a visiting card today. He wants to see me. Grandpa said it's not convenient for us to meet alone, so he asked him to come to my family recognition banquet in three days. What do you think he wants to do with me?"

Zhao Liangchen had little contact with Marquis Wu'an, so he really couldn't guess what he was going to do, but he believed in Marquis Wu'an's character.

He comforted Su Qin: "I think he may be interested in this business. Don't worry, no matter what he wants to do, it will not be detrimental to you."

Su Qin nodded: "I know, I just don't know if he will get involved at that time. Should I agree or not?"

Zhao Liangchen thought for a moment and replied, "When the time comes, we'll explain to him that the Emperor will also be involved. If he still insists on joining, then so be it. After all, he understands the pros and cons, but still chooses to participate. He must be prepared for retaliation."

My decision to draw the Emperor into our business venture isn't simply to profit from it; the deeper purpose is to help him win over more court officials. After all, ministers are often extremely cautious when it comes to choosing their positions, making winning them over to our side a formidable undertaking. However, we can cleverly leverage their families to achieve this goal. After all, the vast majority of those capable and willing to partner with us in business are the families of officials. If we can cultivate good relationships with these families, accurately grasp their preferences and needs, and then cater to their needs, they might be able to provide unexpected support and assistance when the time comes.

For many years, Marquis Wu'an has lived a life of literary pursuits, oblivious to worldly affairs. Perhaps even he has gradually realized that this constant avoidance is not a long-term solution, hence the urge to take the initiative. But rest assured, I will be there on the day you recognize your relatives. If Marquis Wu'an truly wishes to participate, I will discuss this with him.

Hearing this, Su Qin's heart finally settled down. Her intention was simple: to earn money through hard work and accumulate sufficient wealth to prepare for her future. As for the complexities of the court, while she would certainly be on guard and respond appropriately for the safety of her family, she didn't want to be too prominent or at the forefront. Now that Zhao Liangchen was willing to step forward and shield her, it undoubtedly saved her a lot of trouble.

After Zhao Liangchen and Su Qin finished discussing the follow-up matters, they returned to the Zhao Mansion. When he arrived at the gate, Zhao Jian's servant was already pacing anxiously at the door like an ant on a hot pan: "Master, you are finally back. The master is waiting for you."

Zhao Liangchen stepped into Zhao Jian's study, only to see Zhao Jian with a gloomy face, staring at him intently like a volcano about to erupt. As soon as he stepped into the room, Zhao Jian roared like thunder: "Kneel down!"

However, this time Zhao Liangchen was not as docile as before. Instead, he saluted calmly and said slowly, "Father, I hope you can forgive me. My knee is injured and it is difficult for me to kneel down."

Zhao Jian looked at the bandage on Zhao Liangchen's knee angrily. He did not feel any pity. Instead, he wondered why his leg was not broken. If it was broken, he would not have to lose his life. He said angrily: "You still have the nerve to mention your injury to me! Who told you to exchange the imperial gift for money!" Zhao Jian slammed the table and stood up, his beard trembling with anger.

Zhao Liangchen explained respectfully, "Father, I have no choice but to do this. I want the position of deputy commander, and I need money to smooth things over. If I can become deputy commander, I can also gain greater benefits for the Zhao family."

Zhao Jian was so angry that he wanted to hit someone: "You rebellious son! How dare you quibble! If you need money, you can tell your father. You sold the gift from the emperor. Do you want to kill our whole family?"

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Zhao Liangchen's eyes. Have you ever given me money over the years?

"Father, please don't get angry. It's not good for your health. You recently donated money to the disaster victims, reducing our family's expenses and even receiving praise from the Emperor. All the court officials know that our family is struggling financially because of the donations. If your son were to continue spending large sums of money on social events, it would be a crime of deceiving the Emperor."

My son sold the imperial gift because we were out of money. Besides, he only sold some unmarked cloth, and other families have done the same. It's not a serious crime. The royal family is angry and punishing my son, so the matter is over."

Zhao Jian was stunned when he heard this. He had indeed asked the censor to write a memorial praising him for donating most of his net worth to the victims while he himself lived a frugal life. For this, the emperor praised him and asked all officials to learn from him. If Zhao Liangchen went out to spend money on socializing at this time, he would indeed be easily impeached.

Afterwards, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then you should also restrain yourself. Our family is not so poor that we have to sell our things. Don't do this kind of thing in the future. Even if our family is completely broke, we will not be without money for socializing. Too much is as bad as too little. If you act too much, it will cause resentment from others. How will you let the other people who donated money deal with it?"

Zhao Liangchen: "Yes, father taught me a lesson, and I promise that such a thing will not happen again in the future."

Seeing his respectful attitude, Zhao Jian's mood finally improved. "I've already informed the accountant. Go and withdraw the five hundred taels of silver. After all, you are the eldest son of the Zhao family. Don't be so shabby when you go out. It will bring shame to our family."

Zhao Liangchen: "Yes."

This was the first time that Zhao Jian took the initiative to give him money, so he didn't want to refuse it.

"Father, if you have nothing else to do, it's only right for me to step down first."

Zhao Jian: "Go ahead."

Zhao Liangchen walked out of the study and as soon as he went out, he saw Zhao Liangsi standing at the door. His face was full of resentment and he was staring at him as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Zhao Liangchen, however, didn't take it seriously. His lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, and he walked calmly towards Zhao Liangsi. As he approached, he paused, leaned forward slightly, and said in a low voice, "Second brother, I remember I warned you last time that it would be best to avoid me if you saw me, but you didn't seem to take my advice to heart. Look at that hostile look in your eyes; it really makes me unhappy."

Zhao Liangsi's rage flared up when he heard this. His eyes widened as he shouted at Zhao Liangchen, "Why should I hide from you? This is my father's yard. Do you dare to attack me here?"

After hearing this, Zhao Liangchen was not angry at all. Instead, his smile deepened. That smile was hard to understand. He said slowly, "Whether you dare or not, you can always try it and see."

These words were like a fire that instantly ignited the rage within Zhao Liangsi. He could no longer contain himself and angrily cursed, "What on earth are you so proud of? I'm the legitimate son, and you're just a bastard who popped up out of nowhere, and yet you're so arrogant!"

After saying that, he raised his fist and swung it directly towards Zhao Liangchen's face. Zhao Liangchen did not dodge but slightly tilted his head and used his wound to meet Zhao Liangsi's fist.

Although Zhao Liangsi was not good at martial arts, he had learned martial arts since he was a child and was quite strong. This punch directly broke the wound that had been bandaged before.

Zhao Liangchen let out a scream and then fell to the ground. The bandage on his forehead instantly seeped out blood, and the servants in the yard also cried out in surprise.

Seeing Zhao Liangchen lying on the ground, Zhao Liangsi was so angry that he kicked Zhao Liangchen: "Get up! Aren't you a good fighter? Get up and fight!"

When Zhao Jian heard the sound, he saw Zhao Liangsi kicking Zhang Liangchen continuously, while Zhao Liangchen curled up on the ground holding his head tightly.

"stop"

Zhao Jian shouted, but Zhao Liangsi didn't stop. Zhao Jian pointed at the servants in the yard and shouted angrily, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and pull the Second Young Master away."

The frightened servants dared to go up and grab Zhao Liangsi. Zhao Liangsi was still unconvinced and kept waving his hands and shouting: "Get up! Why are you pretending? Aren't you a good fighter? If you have the guts, hit me in front of my father."