The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

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Looking at the countless places that have been hung out, people are still robbing before, and people are still running around to tell each other, thinking ... there is cheap to pick up.

Can slowly, but something is not right.

Why is this house ... can't sell it?

The first day ...

Ten thousand acres are hung out.

Sold three thousand acres.

On the second day, the remaining 7,000 acres were hung out, not to mention, actually added another 5,000 acres.

The third day ... The signboard hanging out was almost desperate.

30,000 mu.

All of a sudden, the turbulent crowd ran clean again.

Wang Jinyuan was pulling his head, holding a fly swatter, patting several sales heads to play, and the salesmen cried.

A few days ago, everyone was still robbing.

"The king's shopkeeper, the king's shopkeeper, it's not good. In the dental shop, many second-hand mansions are hung out, which are in urgent sales."

"Oh." Wang Jinyuan said: "Got it."

Fools understand.

A few days ago, the price of the mansion increased sharply, which not only made many people who did not buy the mansion, desperately waving their silver to the sales office, those who wanted to sell, dared not sell it, and put it in their hands. Here, just waiting to continue to rise.

Not only that, but there are still a lot of them. The house already exists, but if you want money to make money, look at the price of this house, one price a day, it is increasing day by day, where can you still sit, so ... Qianzhuang loaned money, took the original mansion as a mortgage, withdrew the cash, and then bought the second set, and then ... raised money around to buy the third and fourth sets.

Has been so hot for more than a month, a group of people are like lunatics, and this mansion has been tossed to 45,000 twos.

On these forty-five thousand two, what is special is the price of Huainan Road, all of which are out of the third ring road.

But now ... Xishan Jianye seems to be crazy, hang out tens of thousands of acres of houses, how much is snapped up, everyone suddenly found that this house can not be bought, the more you buy, the more you become cautious.

The mansion was not bought, and everyone ran out.

Wang Jinyuan suddenly felt ... his life was meaningless.

"Hey ... why are these people as smart as monkeys?" Wang Jinyuan slapped the flies and slapped a sales head.

The salesman yelled and smiled: "The king shopkeeper played well. This shot is really like the villain's reproductive parents. The villain was dumb, and the father and mother were not good. Suddenly I felt as if there was a divine power, and the influx of villain's consciousness continued to become smart. "

Another sales teamed up his head: "The king shopkeeper beat me, beat me!"

"Go!" Wang Jinyuan fangs, looked at these shameless things with disgust.

He was wondering ... Master ... Is it a brain disease?

Every once in a while, someone came to bring the terrible news: "The king ’s shopkeeper, scared to death, scared to death, there are hundreds of acres of houses hanging out there at the dental shop. It plunged more than a thousand or two. "

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"The king's shopkeeper is not good, he fell again, he fell again ..."

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"The King Shopkeeper ......"

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The steadily rising courtyard of Tongzhou Road in the new city.

Midnight, seven feet of white damask hung on the beam.

An official wearing a black gauze hat looked up at the white silk hanging over the sky.

This moment, he burst into tears.

In his eyes, despair was written, the whole person, after a chill, stepped slowly onto a low stool, holding Bai Ling with both hands, he suddenly wailed: "Fang ... follow ... Fan ... You are not as good as a dog ... "

Then, he put his head into Bai Ling.

Looked blankly at the void, his legs were trembling, and finally he had the courage, kicked his legs, and kicked over the low stool.

Then, the whole person hung on Bai Ling, his eyes burst out, his legs lost their support, perhaps at this moment, suddenly gave him an instinctive desire to survive, his legs began to struggle, but the more he struggled The suffocation is heavier.

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Finally, someone banged the door.

Is a woman.

The woman uttered a howl: "Come, come, come soon, lord ... lord, he hangs himself, save him ..."

All of a sudden, the Fuzhong boiled, many people poured out, rushed into the house, and the people rescued the master.

The master was coughing desperately, and the woman took out her handkerchief, wiping her tears while crying: "Master, why can't you think so, the road to no one else, is not a big sum of money owed, Have you bought a house? This house has only fallen for two days. Who knows if it will rise tomorrow? Master, if you die, how can our family live? You do n’t want to think about it, you owe so much money You owe so much, just kick your leg and go, just a hundred, but how can we live, how can we live ... "

The lord finally got his breath, the first sentence was to open his eyes wide: "Live, live any life, you are all dead, dead and clean, how can you still live? I borrowed 170,000, and friends and relatives have borrowed Every time, the coffins were all taken out, and there was another 132,000 in Xishan Qianzhuang. This is the debt of the donkey rolling, but it fell by tens of thousands in one day, one day, one day, tomorrow ... … I do n’t know how. If it falls for another two days, the down payment will be paid in vain. If you want to sell the house to stop the loss and make up the hole, can you sell it? Can you sell it? ”

The old man just cried like a child.

Fang Jifan's dog thing, he is not a human being, he is trying to force people to die.

Over the past month, the market has soared, how many people think it is profitable, selling iron in the pot.

People mistakenly believe that this mansion will only rise, not fall, no matter how bad it is, it will not lose, how many officials, rich Jia, and even eunuchs have desperately raised money and smashed it in, Those Japanese, as well as the children of the two North Korean classes and honors who came to Beijing half a month ago, did not say that they had entered the pit.

it's good now.

It's all over, he Fang Jifan, jumped off the building and sold it, tens of thousands of acres of land, directly dumped out, this ...... Is there still a way to live? Have it?

The family ... all wept, and when it came to this, they cried with headaches.

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Fang Jifan got up early.

The day of the dynasty meeting, after all, it was King Xing who entered Beijing. His Majesty held the meeting in person. Obviously, he valued King Xing and wanted to express his love for King Xing to the people of the world.

It is said that King Xing would go, and ... his son.

What is it called ... Oh, Zhu Houxun.

This really ... is a child ...

Fang Jifan's dressing and washing, but seeing Wang Jinyuan, appeared at the door of the house early in the morning.

He paced back and forth anxiously, and when the middle door opened, the young master came out, and he seemed crazy to come forward: "Young master, young master, he can't hold himself, he can't hold himself, what can I do, what can I do, Yesterday, only more than 70 acres were sold. The sales volume has plunged several times compared to the past. Master, you see ... "

Fang Jifan stretched his face and looked indifferent: "Oh, I see, get away, don't stop me on the bus."

"Young Master ..." Wang Jinyuan wailed and knelt down, pulling Fang Jifan's skirt corner: "Young Master, this house, how can it be sold, this is not to kill chickens to keep warm, I have never seen a stone hit his feet."

Fang Jifan sullenly said: "Do you think I think? Not those dog officials, who are all crooked and crooked every day, and those who are there every day, don't do serious things, a good day, but all think that it's not their business, rely on There's a lip in it. You think that the young master wants to smash the disc? This young master is teaching those dog officials in this capital to be humans, letting them know, what is called taking the world as their duty, and it's not their business? Ah, I earn less than tens of millions of silver. What does it matter? For the sake of justice, I treat money like dung. As for them, let them die.

Wang Jinyuan is a little ignorant, lying trough ...... how can not understand.

Master ...... This is really a brain disorder, look at him incoherently.

Wang Jinyuan Zhangkou wanted to say something.

Fang Jifan had boarded the car, the door was not closed, Fang Jifan sat on the sofa, tilted his feet, his eyes became deeper, his mouth smirked, and slowly picked up the tea from someone who had soaked it and placed it on the coffee table in the car. Mouth tea, said slowly: "Today ... hang another 10,000 acres of land."

"Ah ..." Wang Jinyuan's mouth opened wider than the egg: "The previous land was already unsalable ..."

"You don't hang up, hang you up tonight!"

Fang Jifan already closed the car door, too lazy to listen to him.

The world is clean.

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Wang Jinyuan shivered.

He ... knows in his heart that Master, a virtuous person, can do everything.

The scene in his mind immediately appeared after he was stripped and hung in the master's room, and he couldn't help shivering.

At the same time, a terrible thought came to his heart, why is he stripped of himself in this picture?

why……

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Ministry of Military Affairs, Shu Wen Ma Wensheng, got into the car with anxiety. Today morning, he could not delay for a moment, but he seemed to have not slept well overnight, and he seemed worried, got into the car, and was not tired.

At this time ... Someone was hurriedly walking to the carriage and quickly stepped into the carriage. He squatted and whispered to Ma Wen: "Master ... There is a sign at the dental shop ... Today is out of business ... Closed ..."

Ma Wensheng couldn't help but shuddered, his face was even more miserable, he frowned: "Why?"

"Anyway, I can't sell it, no one wants to know ... God knows ... Tomorrow ... How much will it fall."

"Oh." Ma Wensheng nodded, barely calming down: "Got it, you go on."

"Yes."

This man was busy getting off the bus, carefully closing the door for Ma Wensheng.

Ma Wensheng frowned, leaning on the sofa.

He hasn't slept for a night, although it is a black eye bag, but at the moment, there is still no sleepiness at all.

The carriage ... has moved, and headed towards Daming Palace.

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