C14

"Why not? Are you afraid that he will not pay back the money he owes!? "He dares, I will directly deduct it from his salary!" Hong Jingtao pointed to Wang Xiuxian's nose and said. When he said this, what else could the people of famous sects say. Anyway, it wasn't their money that was at a loss.

"Young Master Hong, isn't it a hundred taels? Why is it ten?" When Wang Xiuxian heard this, he couldn't help but ask weakly.

"What? You have an objection!" Hong Lingtong raised his nose and shouted loudly, "Do you think it's easy for me to get my money?!" Taking ten taels of interest from you is already giving you a huge amount of face. If you don't believe me, you can ask them. I admire you too. You look like you are usually more thrifty than me! "

"Otherwise?" Wang Xiuxian hung his head in despair. Today was a crushing defeat, and the spirit suffered the most severe trauma in its life. The darkest and darkest way I've ever walked is your way.

As soon as Chen Sinian walked out of Fragrance Court, he immediately said in celebration, "Brothers, I will treat you today! We can just eat and drink whatever we want. This brother has so much money and is so willful! " Everyone from the Fortune Pavilion burst into cheers when they heard this. They sank into a sea of joy.

After going back for several days, Hong Jingtao carefully thought about Chen Sinian's smiling yet not smiling expression and those words, "What stick of incense?" Do you want to make a bet? " Why did Wang Xiuxian's expression change and immediately compensate him with money? He was thinking and thinking, and couldn't come up with an answer. Everyone kept quiet and looked at him while shaking their heads. They were truly baffled.

It was just that in this world, there was no such thing as a wall without wind. The story of 'one stick of incense' was passed down from the Pingyuan Palace in Yangzhou. Chen Sinian embellished the story of that day by extorting Wang Xiuxian's gold in front of Hong Jingtao, making him speechless. It would only take the time of an incense stick to make a bet. This caused everyone in the Fortune Pavilion to laugh out loud. Even the usually stern Dongfang Wei couldn't help laughing.

For a time, the entire city was filled with storms, and this made him a laughingstock. Yangzhou and Zhenjiang were originally separated by a river. Any romantic affairs that occurred would be known to be a thousand miles in a day. The old and the young were both young and the young were both women and children.

In just a few days, everyone in the Wang family, including the famous people in the Hall of Fame, knew about the legend of 'one stick of incense'.

Some gossiping women liked to say that their dead ghost was just like a piece of wax sauce made out of a silver spear, useless like anyone else. They couldn't even hold up a stick of incense. That's right, he was that famous Young Master Hong. I've heard that his thing is only the size of a goldneedle mushroom. It's true, everyone says so.

Now, the moment Hong Jingtao stepped out of the door, he could see passers-by pointing at him and point at him with faint smiles on their faces. At first, he thought his clothes were stained with dust or rice grains on his face. Asking him what he was laughing about, and the others not even letting out a fart, and so on. Even a fool would know that something was wrong.

Finally, that day, at that moment, he found out the origin of the incense, like a thunderclap piercing his ears.

I heard that the day was dark, lightning flashed, thunder rumbled, and Wang Xiuxian died miserably. No matter how miserable he died, no one saw him for a month. In the old age of the martyr, let us mourn for his heroic deeds for three minutes. A heart of a lifetime of fame, but not a day of destruction. Of course, he still had to repay the money. If he died, then who was going to pay it back? Unfortunately, the money that was thrown out was like water that was poured out. Most likely, he wouldn't be able to get it back.

I heard that Hong Jingtao Hong Gongzi ate and chanted Buddhist mantra after, obediently stayed at home and thought about my Buddha compassion. How much this had benefited the local people!

What was even worse was that the story of the 'incense stick' had actually reached the ears of the famous Northern Marshal, who was thousands of miles away. He frowned and said gloomily: "But is it true? My son really can't take it anymore. This is a big problem! "