Chapter 331 A Quick Way to Make Money

Rong Yu held the teacup in his hand and glanced casually at Fucang, who was standing beside Chu Qinghuang, and said calmly: "If you plan to repay it, you should borrow the money from your eldest brother."

When Chu Qinghuang heard this, he immediately understood what he meant.

The emperor's brother is now the master of Dongling. Naturally, the emperor has to make the final decision on the affairs of the country. Otherwise, the ministers of the Western Qi Dynasty will think that Chu Qinghuang borrowed money from his father and it doesn't matter if he doesn't pay it back.

Besides, Her Majesty the Queen and the Regent who abdicated in Dongling are very fond of this newly recognized daughter. What's wrong with borrowing a little money? If you have it, pay it back, even if you don't have it, what father can still be serious with his daughter?

If they are allowed to have such a perception, then borrowing money will become meaningless.

Chu Qinghuang nodded: "I understand. I will discuss this matter with the Second Emperor Brother first, and inform the First Emperor Brother after he returns. When the situation in Xiqi Dynasty stabilizes, I will go to Dongling in person."

"Take Fucang with you when you go to Dongling." Rong Yu said calmly, "He will also share half of the borrowing money."

As soon as these words came out, Chu Qinghuang and Fucang were stunned at the same time.

Fu Cang shares half of it?

Borrow ten million taels of silver and Fu Cang pay five million taels?

Although Chu Qinghuang was quite indulgent towards Fucang and liked him very much, he told the truth: "Even if I cut Fucang's flesh and sell it, I wouldn't be able to sell it for five million taels of silver."

Fucang didn't say anything, but he nodded in his heart. He was indeed not worth much.

But Rong Yu didn't care whether he was worth anything or not. He just said: "When will he return the five million taels of silver, he will consider your marriage again."

Chu Qinghuang was silent for a moment.

Well, my father suddenly gave Fucang another problem.

"Fucang, do you hear that?" Chu Qinghuang turned to look at a certain shadow guard, "Five million taels is your betrothal gift. You have to earn enough money with your own skills before you are qualified to marry... Oh no, just You are qualified to marry me.”

Fucang looked at her silently, and several ways to make money flashed through his mind, but none of them seemed to work: "I must work hard to find ways to make money."

Selling oneself is definitely not an option, being a killer is a good way to make money quickly. Although he has not gone out to take over the business, he still knows the general market situation.

The most expensive head belongs to the master in front of me. His employer has been from the royal family of Northern Xinjiang for ten years, but so far no one has dared to take it. The second one is Emperor Dongling. It is said that the asking price has reached 10 million taels of silver, but there is also no one. People dare to pick it up.

Someone took it over ten years ago, but since the top and most famous killers in the world have been killed one by one, no one has dared to be tempted by this 10 million taels for many years.

If Fucang takes over this business, ten million taels will be available in an instant.

But he definitely can't take it.

Not to mention whether he can succeed or not, just having such an idea, the master is afraid that his head will be blown off in an instant.

Fu Cang brushed away this thought and continued to think about other ways. He didn't know how to do business, and he hadn't thought of a way to make money that was particularly suitable for him in other aspects.

Fu Cang frowned slightly and began to feel distressed.

Five million taels is an astronomical figure to him. There is no other way to earn this money except killing people, but the most valuable person in the world cannot be moved.

It would be great if someone paid for the head of the Northern Xinjiang Emperor. It doesn't matter if the money is less. You can always earn five million taels, and you are still the king of a country.

Chu Qinghuang coughed lightly and brought the tea cup to his lips. The smile on the corners of his lips was so obvious that Nan Xi raised her eyebrows: "What's so happy about you?"

Chu Qinghuang shook his head: "Buddha said: It cannot be said."

Nan Xi glared at her: "Are you playing mystery with me?"

Chu Qinghuang chuckled, not trying to be mysterious, but Fucang's thoughts were really too dangerous. If his father and mother knew that he was thinking that the emperor's head was worth ten million taels, who knows what would happen What a reaction.

"Okay, you are tired after a busy day. Go back and rest early." Nan Xi said, "Your father and I will leave here tomorrow morning. You have to be careful about everything by yourself. Don't be careless. main idea."