Southern Ming Rebel Army

Chapter 616: Redemption

In the Yang family mansion, Master Yang sent a few people to deliver the jade ring to the capital at full speed. Master Yang was preparing to give his good nephew a big surprise.

Meng Jun was not prepared to take any more risks. He wanted to wait for the army to arrive and wipe out these villains in one fell swoop. As for Lu Ping, he went to the pawnshop again, ready to redeem the jade ring he had pawned a few days ago.

Lu Ping entered the pawnshop and saw the fat shopkeeper sitting behind the desk, leisurely lying in a rocking chair, singing a little song to his own amusement.

Lu Ping stepped forward and said, "Boss, I pawned a jade ring here a few days ago, and I came here to redeem it today."

Upon hearing this, the fat shopkeeper glanced at Lu Ping, a mocking smile appeared on his lips, and he said slowly: "Redeem the pawn? I'm afraid you remembered it wrong. Last time it was a dead pawn, there is no way to redeem it."

Lu Ping was startled, then he took out the pawn ticket from his pocket and said angrily: "Damn it, it clearly says redemption of pawn, stop talking nonsense here, and take out the ring!"

The fat shopkeeper sneered, stood up, and said sternly: "Don't make a fuss. Your pawn ticket is a forgery. The original document I left is the real one. It is written in black and white. How can you deny it? Since it has been pawned, don't even think about redeeming it. Get out of here now, don't make a fuss and disturb my business!"

Lu Ping had never seen such a shameless person. He raised the pawn ticket in his hand and shouted, "You bastard, this pawn ticket has clear handwriting, date, and object details. How dare you say it is a forgery? It's obvious that you are trying to take over my family's treasures. You are talking nonsense here!"

The fat shopkeeper crossed his arms, with an arrogant look on his face, and said disdainfully: "Humph, my files are detailed and completely different from what you said. If you want to act wild again, you country bumpkin, be careful or you will be put in jail for a year or two!"

Lu Ping was so angry that he was shaking all over. He pointed at the fat shopkeeper and cursed, "You bastard, you don't know how to live or die. If you don't hand over the ring, your life will be over!"

The fat shopkeeper laughed and said, "Oh, this is really strange. Do you know where this place is? Do you know who owns my pawnshop? How dare you threaten me? Get out of here now. I will spare your life. Otherwise, you will die here today!"

Lu Ping laughed in anger and said loudly: "Okay, okay, you are so arrogant, this is the first time I have seen you do that today, just wait and see, I don't believe that the Holy Emperor can be free from justice!"

"Justice? In my pawnshop, what I say is justice. In Songjiang, the Yang family's words are justice. I'm too lazy to argue with you. Do you want to get out? If not, I guarantee that you won't see tomorrow's sun." The fat shopkeeper said with a gloomy expression and a bad tone.

Lu Ping was furious, but it would only take two days, so he could still wait. If the matter got out of hand now, he was afraid that it would affect His Majesty's arrangements.

So, Lu Ping said bitterly: "Okay, I'll remember it."

The fat shopkeeper watched Lu Ping leave the pawnshop angrily, with a smug smile on his face, and said to the tall and thin clerk beside him: "See, let alone such a small scoundrel, in this Songjiang area, if he ran into our Yang Mansion, he would be like a dragon coiled up and a tiger lying down!"

The tall and thin waiter flattered, "Yes, yes, the shopkeeper is deeply trusted by Mr. Yang, and he will definitely have a bright future!"

The fat shopkeeper burst into laughter.

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Inside the Yang family mansion, Mr. Yang Zhongliang was discussing business with several foreigners.

Although Yang Zhongliang was able to build such a large foundation in Songjiang relying on Yang En's reputation, he also had some ability of his own.

Yang Zhongliang liked to listen to operas on weekdays, especially the song about Shen Wansan's treasure bowl. Mr. Yang learned a truth from the opera, that is, in this world, no matter how rich he is, without the protection of those in power, he will end up like Shen Wansan.

Therefore, our Mr. Yang likes to make friends with officials. He believes that as long as he can win over more people and form a larger group, he will be able to protect himself in this era of imperial power.

Although Yang En was a high-ranking official, he was too high-ranking to care about Yang Zhongliang's trivial matters. Therefore, Yang Zhongliang sometimes thought that a minor official in Songjiang could play a more important role than Yang En.

For example, if someone wanted to go to the capital to sue him, the news would reach his ears as soon as the person left. Yang En was like a big tree that could block the wind and rain, but could not stop some insects.

At this time, Mr. Yang was talking with a few barbarians from some distant England.

After Master Yang tried the longevity cream, he felt that it was a rare good thing. Master Yang thought that Songjiang Prefecture was too small for such a treasure, so he decided to open a store in the capital city, specializing in the longevity cream from the West.

With this good thing, it would not be difficult to establish good relations with the capital. Maybe he could even pay tribute to the palace and get a small title. Thinking of this, Master Yang couldn't help but smile.

"Master Yang, our goods will arrive in 20 boxes next month, and the price will remain the same. We promise that Master Yang will not suffer any loss." A blond-haired, blue-eyed barbarian said to Yang Zhongliang with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhongliang frowned and said, "It was this price last time, but it's still this price this time. Do you know how much effort I put in to smooth over the relationship with Songjiang Prefecture? And it's only 20 boxes, and it takes two months. How much money can I make from this!"

The barbarian patted his chest and said, "Master Yang, don't worry. We in Yingge Leng have already started to grow Fu Shou Gao on a large scale in the Bangladesh area. Please wait for another half a year. By then, we can transport more than 200 boxes of Fu Shou Gao every month, and the price will be reduced by half."

Hearing this, Yang Zhongliang's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly, saying, "Okay, okay, but we have already agreed that the goods shipped here can only be sold to my Yang family."

At this point, Yang Zhongliang's face changed, and he said in a gloomy tone: "If you sell it to someone else, you can't afford the consequences. My nephew is the number one civil official in Daqian, you should know that."

"Master Yang, of course we know that the Yang family is the most powerful family in the East. We came to the East from the far West, so naturally we hope to cooperate with the most powerful family!"

Listening to the flattery of the barbarians, Yang Zhongliang felt nothing. Over the years, everyone he met was flattering himself. The eloquence of these barbarians was far inferior to his.

After discussing the cooperation matters, several barbarians left one after another. Yang Zhongliang stretched and prepared to go back to his room to relax with a cigarette.

At this moment, the housekeeper hurried in, bowed to Yang Zhongliang and said, "Master, there is a letter from Jinling."