However, after reading Xu Wenshu's attitude, it is probably impossible to ask him for help, and most people think so.

Fang Zheng bowed together and said, "Thank you for your help today. Then I won't bother you. I'll treat you to dinner another day."

Xu Wenshu also stood up and returned the gift.

Fang Zhengyi was about to turn around and leave, and he glared at the book on the table and was amused.

"Sir Xu, are you still reading Journey to the West? To be honest, I wrote it. Don't tell anyone."

"Ah?" Xu Wenshu was originally a little embarrassed, but was surprised when he heard Fang Zhengyi's words. He picked up the book and said, "Did you write this Journey to the West?"

"Yeah, yeah, you can just know this, but don't spread it to me. Being too famous is not a good thing."

Xu Wenshu gave a thumbs up: "I admire you! I really admire you, but I have a question. How can I write about the eighty-one difficulty in obtaining the scriptures and disappear in the Kingdom of Women? There should be some later?"

"Where is there? I have reached the Pure Land."

"Ah! So that's it!"

Both of them smiled like men.

...

After Fang Zheng left, Xu Wenshu showed a thoughtful expression.

Until I returned home at the next level, I still felt something was wrong in my heart.

But I can't say that there is no problem.

After dinner, Xu Wenshu leaned on the chair in the hall, and his son Xu Hongcai stepped forward to serve tea.

Seeing that his expression was a little wrong, he asked, "Dad, what's wrong with you today? I feel a little out of my mind. Could it be that something happened to me?"

Xu Wenshu said, and picked up the teacup: "There is something strange today. Fang Zheng came to the Ministry of Revenue to come to me. Tsk... I said some good things, unlike his personality. The more I think about it, the more I feel, the more I am not right."

Xu Hongcai became interested: "It's what you said that Fang Zhengichi, who is easy to cause trouble?"

"Haha, there is only such a person in Beijing, who else can it be? By the way, he wrote that Journey to the West, so don't read it in the future."

"Ah? This person is actually the author of Journey to the West!"

"Well... it's indeed a bit unexpected, and it's very good to write." Xu Wenshu was still thinking about it.

Seeing this, Xu Hongcai asked, "Dad, since he only said good things, what else can I think about? Maybe it's all right."

"Impossible!" Xu Wenshu put down the teacup heavily and reminded him: "Hongcai, as an official in the court, always walks on thin ice."

"Especially for people like Zhengyi, who don't play according to common sense, you should be more careful. Maybe one day you will be injured by a hidden arrow."

"But he is pretty good. The Jinyiwei has the power, and I haven't heard of anyone he has taken to kill him."

"The people in the court thought he was a dog that was catching and biting randomly, but now they know that it is a hedgehog. As long as they don't provoke him, there will be no trouble."

"But now the hedgehog takes the initiative to post it, there must be something strange!"

Xu Hongcai wandered for a moment and hesitated: "Dad, I feel you are too careless."

Xu Wenshu sneered: "Duxin? My father has been in the officialdom for half his life. Some things cannot be judged by common sense, but they must be intuitive!"

"You know that before the earth collapses, animals will move abnormally, mice will move in groups, and ducks and geese will not go into the water."

"Today, this is an ominous sign!"

Xu Hongcai: "Uh..."

...

In the peace department, Fang Zhengyi still did not return home.

Xu Wenshu had some intention of not getting into the oil and salt, and it seemed that he had to use some means to invite him.

Qian Desheng was still with him. Seeing that he had not spoken for a long time, he couldn't help asking, "Master, have you hired a helper today?"

Fang Zheng shook his head: "No."

"Who are you talking about? Let me see if I can think of some solutions. Our Jinyiwei has been collecting various news from the capital, and it may be useful."

"Sir of the Ministry of Revenue, Xu Wen's letter."

Qian Desheng fell into deep thought, and he had an impression of the name Xu Wenshu.

Not long after, an inspiration flashed through my mind: "Master, wait, I'll go get something."

After saying that, he hurried out of the public room. After a while, he returned with a stack of documents and placed it in front of Fangzheng's table.

"Master, these are news about the Minister of Revenue. The family members and their businesses in the capital have detailed records of who they have contacted."

Fang Zheng frowned: "Have you sent someone to his house? Aren't you letting you do it so much?"

Qian Desheng waved his hands repeatedly: "No, Master, what you requested are all collected publicly on the market, and you can find it if you are interested. Our Jinyiwei and the newspaper must have close contact with the people. It is very easy to inquire about these things."

Fang Zheng nodded and then looked through the documents.

After looking through for a long time, Fang Zhengyi smiled and handed the document to Qian Desheng.

Qian Desheng read: "Xu Ping, Xu Wenshu's nephew, opened a jade shop in the capital called Qingguang Pavilion. It has a lot of business."

"Master, do you want to start from now on?"

Fang Zhengyi said: "No, no one is more suitable than him. Tomorrow, you can take Zhang Biao to discuss a deal with him, give him more benefits, and then get it back after signing the contract."

"By the way, where is Zhang Biao? Why haven't you been at home recently? Where have you been going?"

Qian Desheng smiled: "Where can you go? I went to Taoyuan Hospital. Didn't that Wang Meng dissect the death row inmate? He studied muscles with others and published a book last month, and asked Prisoners to exercise. Has his son been born for several months? He said that he would use it for training his son in the future, master, don't you know."

"My grass! Is there anything wrong?" Fang Zhengyi was speechless.

During this period, I was busy taking care of my wife and I was not in the mood to think about anything else.

Brother Biao gave birth to a son a few months ago, named Zhang Xiaobiao.

She was still taking care of her at home earlier, but later Zhang Biao disappeared. Unexpectedly,... her educational ideas were so advanced that she actually published a book for her son!

However, his son is a fitness potential stock. He looks like a small boxing stone when he was born. He probably can surpass Zhang Biao's achievements in practice.

"My God, his son is still practicing. He can break my legs when he is three years old." Fang Zhengyi sighed.

"Who said no? His son looks like a stone pier. What will he have to practice in the future?" Qian Desheng sighed.

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it. Alas, how is his book selling?"

"Prisoner fitness, it sounds unlucky. Who bought it? He printed a batch and sent it to the garage, and it was piled up in the thatched cottage. This time the paper is enough."

Fang Zheng smacked his lips, poor Brother Biao faced such an embarrassing situation when he first published a book for the first time in his life.

It seems that I am the only one who can save me!

Fang Zheng picked up the brush, brushed and wrote a line of words on the paper, and handed it to Qian Desheng: "Tomorrow, go to the seal shop, ask them to change the title of the book and reprint a batch."

Qian Desheng opened the note and looked silent.

【Learn from me, you can also become a big muscle bull.】

"Well, sir. I'm off topic. Haven't you said how to do business with Xu Ping?"

"You will take Zhang Biao with you tomorrow, and that's it... like this..."

....
Chapter completed!