Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

Several days later, in the Shen family compound in Chengcheng.

Fan Yong'an, the steward of the Fan family in Jiexiu, was pacing anxiously in the courtyard with a furrowed brow.

"Husband, what's wrong with you lately? Why do you seem so restless?" His wife, Madam Wang, came out from the inner room, frowning. "Is something on your mind?"

"Sigh~ Do you still remember that direct descendant of the Fan family?" Fan Yong'an sighed heavily.

"Of course, I do remember something. I think I came here for the salt trade in Chengcheng," Wang recalled. "What, did something go wrong?"

Fan Yong'an said, "This is a long story!"

"Why don't you come back to the inner room with me, my husband, and I'll give you a massage?" Wang suggested softly.

Fan Yong'an nodded and, with Wang's help, slowly entered the inner room.

Once inside the room, Fan Yong'an lay flat on the soft couch, and Wang gently unbuttoned his clothes to make him more relaxed.

She gently placed her fingers on Fan Yong'an's temples and gently massaged them in a clockwise direction with moderate pressure.

The scent of cosmetics filled Fan Yong'an's nostrils, and he relaxed a little, slowly revealing his true feelings.

"That Fan Wenshi, he truly deserves to die!" Fan Yong'an sighed and cursed, "Relying on his status as a direct descendant of the Fan family, he makes reckless arrangements. Are these cultists someone we can afford to mess with?"

"What cult?" Wang asked gently, rubbing the area.

"It was Fan Wenshi who wanted to take this opportunity to allow Fan Shi to sell salt in Chengcheng on his own, but a group of bandits messed things up."

The other day, wasn't the magistrate distributing flour? It was this band of bandits who gave it to him.

Fan Yong'an said angrily, "He came in full of vigor and left in a sorry state, and then he casually said something."

Ah, let's give them a hard time! Are you leaving?

"At first, I thought they were just a bunch of ordinary bandits who had offended this guy, and I figured it wouldn't hurt to cause them some trouble. But guess what happened next? I looked into the origins of those bandits and found out they were a cult!!!"

That damn bald bastard!

Those are damned cult members!!!

Fortunately, he was meticulous and bribed someone in the government office, which allowed him to obtain accurate information.

Those guys have all been brainwashed; they're capable of anything. If he dares to smash a statue, he'll hang himself tomorrow!

They're really daring to pull off a one-for-one trade.

If he really did that, he wouldn't be able to get a good night's sleep in Chengcheng.

What else? Ah, don't let them know that it was us, Fan Shiqian?

Bah! It's easy for them to talk big, but they don't care about the people doing the work. There are already conflicts here. Even a fool can see that it's Fan Qian's doing.

"A little higher, yes, this is the spot, comfortable~" Fan Yong'an moved his head and said slowly.

Wang slowly moved her fingers, tracing the edge of Fan Yong'an's scalp from his temples to the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, applying slightly more pressure.

The Baihui acupoint is located at the center of the top of the head, where many meridians of the body converge, and it has a significant effect on relieving headaches.

Fan Yong'an's expression also relaxed a lot. He closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed it.

"Cult members, huh? We really can't mess with them. They can leave, but we can't. With all this war and chaos, even the city is unsafe," Wang said in a deep voice. "It's best if we don't provoke these cult members!"

Fan Yong'an sighed, "Yes, thankfully we built a cellar back then, so it wasn't discovered by the bandits and starving people who entered the city!"

Their businesses were able to recover quickly, and their families were not harmed.

"Don't worry, Madam. I will never have anything to do with those cult members. I don't want to get involved in this mess."

Fan Yong'an snorted coldly and said leisurely, "Although I don't know why Wu Zhen's personality has changed so drastically, as long as he's still in Chengcheng, it's much safer than anywhere else!"

"I don't want to have to flee to another city because of this."

Fan Yong'an recalled the benefits that Fan Wenshi had promised him through his subordinates and shook his head slightly.

Moreover, given his character, who knows whether his promises are valid?

I should just focus on running my business in the city.

Relying on the powerful Fan family, their businesses in Chengcheng were quite substantial, including not only cloth shops, restaurants, and pharmacies, but also rice shops!

There's absolutely no need to take the risk of engaging in a business where the returns are clearly disproportionate to the costs.

Merchants are profit-driven; he wouldn't want to do a losing business!

"My husband has already decided not to provoke him, yet he still looks so worried. Is he perhaps thinking about how to explain this to Fan Wenshi?" Wang said in a coquettish voice.

"That's right," Fan Yong'an said with a wry smile, "If we really do nothing, and word gets back to that person, things will get complicated!"

Wang's brows furrowed slightly, her lips pursed gently, and she lightly bit her lower lip before smiling faintly: "I've got it!"

"My lord, what do you think of this? When the time comes, we can just make a little noise and inform the direct descendants of the Fan family, saying that we've caused them trouble, and that will be enough to keep them busy."

Wang paused for a moment, then continued.

"Let's put on another show. We'll smash a statue ourselves. Whether we smashed the right statue or not is a minor matter. As long as it's reported in the announcement, that's enough. We'll just show our stance."

Fan Yong'an remained silent, his eyes closed, revealing nothing of his thoughts. However, his brows were slightly furrowed, indicating that he was deep in thought.

"The emperor is far away, so he probably won't come all the way to verify it. After all, these big shots are just looking to vent their anger. Once they've done it, it's over. Maybe they'll go back and have a good time and forget about it!" Madam Wang comforted her.

"Besides, we can't possibly mess with that cult, can we?"

After a long silence, Fan Yong'an let out a breath and nodded gently: "That's right, then let's do it according to Madam's opinion!"

Madam Wang smiled slightly and said, "In that case, my husband, let's not think about these things anymore. Let me massage you a little more!"

She moved her fingers to the back of Fan Yong'an's neck and used the pads of her fingers to push and press upwards from the base of the cervical spine to relieve the tension in his neck muscles.

With his palm covering the back of his neck and pressing gently, Fan Yong'an felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation.

During the massage, Ms. Wang started chatting casually.

"Speaking of which, you haven't gone out much these days, so you probably don't know that the city has become inexplicably lively lately, and there are more people on the streets! And it just doesn't feel as oppressive as before."

Their behavior was a bit strange; they all ran in one direction, and when they came back, they were carrying bags. I wonder what was inside them?

"Oh?" Fan Yong'an joked, "No wonder it's been so noisy outside lately, so something's happened!"

"Someone come here!" he shouted.

The trusted aide rushed in, bowed, and asked, "Manager, what are your orders?"

"Go outside and find out what happened. Go and come back quickly."

"yes!"