Xuanxia

Chapter 124 Good intentions
"That Ding Shuanghe is such a piece of shit!"

The old man with wrinkles on his face sat on a recliner, tapping his pipe, showing his rotten teeth, and swearing: "My youngest son used to work at his dock as a porter. Every time his monthly salary was due, he would deduct a penny here and a pound there. By the time he got the money, it was not even enough to support him alone!"

"People like this deserve to be struck by lightning!"

Fu Qingzhou squatted aside and asked softly, "So according to you, Master, it is definitely not a good idea for me to work at his house?"

"Not good, not good! Very bad!"

The old man waved his hands vigorously: "You are young and strong, you can do anything. Don't work for that Ding Ba Pi!"

Fu Qingzhou smiled meaningfully, thanked the old man, and got up to leave.

This was the fifth person he had inquired about in Meifeng City.

He asked young laborers, elderly men and women, and ignorant children on the street.

No matter who they are, they all come to only one conclusion - Ding Shuanghe is a skinning landlord, a bastard, and he deserves to have no descendants.

Ever since he took office as the head of the Kuaijian Sect a few years ago, he has been working desperately to make money.

But this way of making money is not a proper business operation, but just like those dog capitalists in Fu Qingzhou's previous life who deserved to be hanged under the street lights, madly exploiting their own "employees".

Meifeng City is not big to begin with, and the industries of Kuaijianmen almost monopolize most of the city's businesses. Prices in the city have skyrocketed, while wages have become lower and lower. Therefore, over the past few years, everyone in the city has cursed him and hated him.

The gate and wall of Kuaijianmen were becoming more and more beautiful, but the lives of the people in the city were becoming more and more difficult.

Recently, the Kuaijian Sect has encountered a disaster, but the people of Meifeng City are extremely happy. In their words,...

"Many of the young men and women in the Fast Sword Sect are good, but Ding Shuanghe is really a piece of shit. It would be best if the Fast Sword Sect were disbanded tomorrow, so that those disciples would not be harmed by the Ding surnamed man."

From this point of view, there is no need to find out who cast the curse on Ding Shuanghe... There are too many people in this city who hate him. Among them, there are one or two who have been cheated by him and have extreme personalities. They dare not provoke such a big sect, but hide secretly and cast the curse. It is normal.

Fu Qingzhou walked slowly on the street, pondering.

"You're not going to help him?"

The smoker asked leisurely, "But his son hasn't done anything wrong. If you don't help him, his son will be dead. Isn't this your style?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled lightly, but did not answer the question. Instead, he said, "I understand Senior Zuo Lamei's intentions."

"Huh?" The smoker was startled.

"She must have known about the evil things Ding Shuanghe had done before, so she made such a rule."

Fu Qingzhou said leisurely: "The people of the city all hate him, how could they possibly help him pay so much money? Even if Ding Shuanghe really took out 500,000 taels of gold and distributed it to the people of the city, I don't think they would pay for him. Instead, they would hide the money and watch Ding Shuanghe suffer."

The smoker laughed: "You mean, that Zuo guy deliberately tormented Ding Shuanghe? Just to see him suffer?"

"Do not."

Fu Qingzhou said: "She wants Ding Shuanghe to sincerely admit his mistakes to the people of the city, to make him lose all his wealth, to beat him back to his original form, to make him beg for help from every household, and to tear his pride and face to pieces."

The smoker said, "But the old guy is probably still a long way from that. Look at the huge courtyard and numerous properties of the Kuaijian Sect. If he sells them, he can get a lot of money. But he hasn't sold them yet, has he?"

Fu Qingzhou laughed: "He is still relying on these businesses to make money. If he really sells them all, even if he cures his son today, he will have a hard time making a comeback in the future."

"So these properties are more valuable than his son?" The smoker laughed, "This is normal. Throughout history, there are many people who would kill their own fathers and wives in the face of the temptation of power and money, let alone a little son who is not even two years old?"

As he was talking, Fu Qingzhou arrived not far from the Kuaijian Gate.

He found a roadside noodle stall and ordered a bowl of beef noodles. While eating, he looked at the magnificent gate.

He wanted to save that child.

Although Ding Shuanghe is a bastard, his son is innocent after all, and he cannot pay the price of his life for the sins committed by his own father in the past.

But he couldn't ignore the good intentions of Senior Zuo Lamei.

If he really saved people so easily, Ding Shuanghe would probably revert to his old ways in a few days and become Ding Baopi who exploited the people of the whole city again, and then Senior Zuo's "lesson" would be meaningless. After finishing a bowl of noodles, Fu Qingzhou had the answer in his mind.

He put down a few copper coins and slowly walked towards Kuaijianmen.

Compared to before, the yard was much quieter at this time.

Most of the injured disciples had already finished bandaging and were resting, leaving only a few disciples standing in front of the courtyard gate with sad faces.

Seeing Fu Qingzhou return, Ding Shuanghe was overjoyed. He warmly invited him back to the teahouse to make tea, and his smile was filled with some trepidation: "Young man, I wonder if your predecessor..."

Fu Qingzhou shook his head.

Ding Shuanghe’s smile froze.

"That's it."

Fu Qingzhou sighed, "I informed that senior of the situation, and he told me clearly that your son's condition might be treatable, but the risk is extremely high, and he is not sure at all. If we want to save him, the greatest hope is Senior Zuo Lamei."

Ding Shuanghe's face turned pale, and his lips trembled: "Then, then I still need 500,000 taels of gold..."

"Your clan still has a large compound and countless properties, why don't you sell them off?"

Fu Qingzhou asked softly: "Even if it can't be exchanged for 500,000 taels of gold, it can at least solve the urgent need at the moment, right?"

Ding Shuanghe pursed his lips, his expression changing from time to time, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Fu Qingzhou looked at him coldly, calculating in his heart.

This person's final attitude will determine how he handles this matter.

After hesitating for a long time, Ding Shuanghe finally spoke.

“It is not impossible to sell off the property.”

He said in a hoarse voice, "But these are the inheritances left by our master. I don't dare to be the sinner of the Kuaijian Sect... Many of my disciples are country kids. If the Kuaijian Sect is gone, they will have to go back to their hometowns to farm... Even if they want to travel the world in the future, it will be very unpleasant to be known as a disciple of a fallen sect."

"I don't dare to let my own children suffer... such an end."

If it had happened before, Fu Qingzhou would not have doubted it.

But now he only half believed it.

Capitalists who exploit and oppress others are the best at pretending to be pitiful and telling both true and false stories.

"Master Ding."

Fu Qingzhou slowly said, "Have you ever calculated how much money you can get if you sell all these properties?"

"Of course I have calculated it." Ding Shuanghe smiled bitterly and said, "About 300,000 taels of silver, but I can't just sell it if I say so. Someone has to take it over. And when the day comes to sell it, the price may be haggled again..."

"It's better than this."

Fu Qingzhou said calmly: "I will help you find a way to let Senior Zuo Lamei treat your son; but at the same time, you have to give me this compound and all these properties. I can guarantee that your Kuaijian Sect will not be disbanded, but you must pay the price you deserve."

“Give it to you?!”

Ding Shuanghe was so shocked that the water he was pouring tea with froze in mid-air.

"That's right." Fu Qingzhou narrowed his eyes slightly: "If you don't trust me, why not listen to my name."

"My name is Fu Qingzhou, and I come from Langhuan Mountain - so even if you regret it later, I will definitely find a way to make you fulfill your promise."

When hearing his name, Ding Shuanghe's eyes were still a little confused.

But after hearing the three words "Langhuan Mountain", his pupils suddenly shook, and the teapot in his hand fell down with a thud, smashing the tea bowl below into pieces.

(End of this chapter)