Chapter 1551 Specially for Dinner

Meng Yan just washed up, practiced her voice, and then took a small mirror to look at the flowery and delicate face in the mirror.

The eyebrows were slightly straight, but it brought a sense of sassyness.

And the most beautiful eyes are the eyes, known as the most beautiful eyes in Qinhuai River.

But this pair of beautiful eyes was full of disgust at this time, and after hearing the footsteps, she said, "Didn't you say don't disturb me?"

But the footsteps still didn't stop, Meng Yan was slightly annoyed, she turned her head and was about to scold, but saw a man.

"Well, nice eyes."

The man glanced at Meng Yan, then sat down, and said casually, "If Wang Chengyan hasn't arrived within a quarter of an hour, we will set sail."

When Meng Yan was in a daze, someone outside the cabin responded: "Yes, master."

"But... Mr. Fang?"

Fang Xing looked at the layout of the cabin, and said casually: "Those calligraphy and paintings look pretty good, but the lady is a bit kitsch, making this place..."

Meng Yan's complexion was a little pale, Fushen said: "I met Mr. Fang."

Fang Xing nodded slightly, and said, "Get ready to serve."

Meng Yan asked in astonishment: "Could it be Mr. alone?"

Going on the boat alone, this motive is a bit suspicious!

Fang Xing leaned on the pillar and said lazily, "Maybe there is one more person, but we won't wait until the time comes."

Sitting here, you can see both sides of the Qinhuai River, and the autumn wind blows, which makes people feel refreshed.

Fang Xing asked, "Can you play the flute?"

Meng Yan was startled, then lowered her eyes and said: "Yes."

"Then play a random song, quieter."

Fang Xing just felt that today's trip was the right one, and he relaxed a lot.

He tapped the table lightly with his fingers, looked at a carriage hurriedly approaching in the distance, and said with a cold look in his eyes, "Ready to sail."

The old man had already seen the carriage, but Ke Xin shouted, "Get ready to sail."

The old Cangtou felt that Mr. Fang upstairs was not sincere in his treats, but he remembered the person who sent someone to book the boat, so he could only shout: "Let's go, let's go!"

“Excellent water color!”

Fang Xing praised it, and saw the carriage stop, and then a man got off. When he saw the hull of the ship start to move, he glanced up and happened to meet Fang Xing.

After being stunned for a moment, the ship was ready to collect the planks, so Wang Chengyan panicked for some reason and rushed to get on board.

After getting on the boat, Wang Chengyan asked the old man angrily, and then went upstairs.

Just halfway up the stairs, Wang Chengyan was startled by a deep flute sound, and slowly went up.

Meng Yan sat on the round stool, holding the flute in both hands, with a focused look.

Wang Chengyan saw a man with his back turned to him, leaning on the pillar, his left hand lightly tapping on the table, his posture was relaxed.

Meng Yan ignored Wang Chengyan, and after she finished playing the song, she said: "Meng Yan's skills are not good, but it has polluted Mr. Fang's ears."

"It's okay, you can sing a few songs later."

Wang Chengyan was a little startled, Meng Yan was a new famous prostitute in Qinhuai River, it was said that no one could stay overnight, and the people who could go on her boat were either well-known or wealthy businessmen.

As for the officials, no one dared to openly come to the Qinhuai River for entertainment during this period.

Wang Chengyan himself has the financial resources, but he is not happy. He thinks that with that money, it is better to take a few concubines, so that he can enjoy himself every day.

After coughing dryly, Wang Chengyan said, "Old man Wang Chengyan, but Mr. Fang?"

The man didn't turn around, but said indifferently: "It's Fang, shopkeeper Wang, please sit down."

What a big shelf!

Wang Chengyan's anger, which had just been washed away by the sound of the flute, came up again, and he was about to scold him, but the sound of fighting came from below, and it stopped for a while.

"Master! Help!"

After a short cry for help, it was quiet below.

Wang Chengyan said angrily: "This is Jinling, what does Mr. Fang want to do?"

"Master, everything is under control."

Xin Laoqi strode up, pushed Wang Chengyan away and reported.

"Okay, you guys eat below."

When Xin Laoqi went downstairs, Wang Chengyan was intimidated by the momentum, so he couldn't help walking over, and sat down on the side,

Then he looked at Fang Xing.

He looks ordinary, but has a calm attitude.

This man is extravagant!

Having been in the business world for a long time, Wang Chengyan has developed a pair of good eyes. In most cases, he can tell a person's character and general identity.

So he immediately suppressed his anger, and said with a smile: "Mr. Fang is so heroic, he will make you forget the world when you see him. I am lucky to see you today. Fortunately!"

These words can be attacked when advancing, and can be defended when retreating. It can be called old fritters.

Now it's time to serve the dishes, cold cuts.

Fang Xing was a little hungry. He ate a sliced ​​lotus root and praised, "It tastes good."

Wang Chengyan was a little stunned by the side, and waited for Fang Xing to point to the food, then he smiled wryly in his heart and slowly started to eat.

Fang Xing ate a few pieces of snacks, then put down his chopsticks, and saw that Mengyan next to him didn't move his chopsticks at all, so he said, "Fang is eating fast, you are welcome, or I will be hungry."

Meng Yan didn't know what Fang Xing was here for today, but when she saw that a rich man like Wang Chengyan was cautious, she smiled and said, "Mr. Fang doesn't know that his daughter's house probably eats less at noon."

Fang Xing said in astonishment: "You don't need to lose weight for your figure, but you are worried that you will become thin like a bamboo pole."

Meng Yan was ashamed and annoyed, but she saw that Fang Xing was already eating yokan.

Sliced ​​mutton, the taste is slightly stinky, but it is just right.

Take a bite and feel the tenderness of the meat.

Fang Xing ate more than a dozen slices of mutton and drank two bowls of soup. Then he put down his chopsticks while the two were stunned, and asked, "Do you have noodles? If so, let them cook a bowl with mutton soup and add some chili."

Did this person come to Huafang for dinner?

Meng Yan forced a smile and said, "Yes, Mr. Fang will wait a moment."

Huanchang women must have good eyesight. After seeing that Fang Xing and Wang Chengyan had no communication, Meng Yan stood up resolutely and went to order the kitchen in person.

After she left, Fang Xing wiped his mouth and asked casually: "The shopkeeper Wang's business is booming, have you ever thought of sharing the country's worries?"

In an instant, all the muscles in Wang Chengyan's body tensed up, the expression on his face froze, and then he relaxed again, and said with a smile, "Mr. Fang...in the yamen?"

Fang Xing said casually: "Fang is not in the yamen."

Wang Chengyan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, with a little shame on his face, probably because he felt that he had been bluffed by Fang Xing, and it was a bit embarrassing.

"Then why did Mr. Fang find this old man?"

Wang Chengyan's attitude gradually became a little impatient. He has also met many officials through business over the years, who is afraid of whom!

"Just ask, shopkeeper Wang...what do you think about paying taxes?"

"Pay taxes?"

Wang Chengyan wondered, "My old man's Shengchang has been paying taxes!"

"Most of the goods you deal in are goods that wealthy people can afford, and the profits are huge."

"so what?"

Wang Chengyan didn't want to play dumb, he could hear the ominous smell from Fang Xing's words.

Fang Xing smiled, "The tiller will have his land, and the poor will have enough to eat. This is probably everyone's biggest wish at present, but it is still difficult, so everyone needs to work together, and balanced taxation is a good way. What does shopkeeper Wang think? "

Wang Chengyan suddenly stood up and said, "Mr. Fang, who are you?"

At this moment, Meng Yan came up with a tray in person, and on the tray was a bowl of steaming hot noodles.

Fang Xing smelled the smell of mutton soup and chili, and said with a big movement of his index finger: "This is really enjoyable!"

Meng Yan sensed that the atmosphere was not right, she put the noodles in front of Fang Xing, and then asked to leave.

She could see that this Fang Shiwu came here to find trouble at noon today, so it's better to avoid it first, as for any loss, I'm sorry he wouldn't dare not pay for it.

After she went down, Fang Xing said indifferently: "Business people must learn to consider the overall situation. Business tax is a matter of course. It's not good if you don't pay."

Wang Chengyan stood there dumbfounded. As soon as the words "business and tax" came out, he guessed that Fang Shiwu must be someone... a dignitary, or a high-ranking official, who came here to test him.

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