“Why do you need to say that?” Nangong Zhen gritted his teeth.

“Master?”

“You don’t believe in the nonsense that you can grow two virtuous people, and you want to curry favor with a group of them. Prince Wan Lao is willing to bend and stretch for the sake of his own interests. This is so impressive.” Nangong Zhen snorted angrily.

Butler Nangong understood: "I heard that many seedlings of Liangyi Xiangsheng have bloomed."

Handful, if true, who wouldn’t be greedy?

Although the illusion of the world was immersive, it was too real and he was too sober.

There are so many masters, how can you not even recognize them?

“It’s just blooming, I don’t believe it can really grow fruit. As soon as the sun rises, Bermuxun opens its shop, and people make money and leave. If they don’t bear fruit by then, how can they find people in this big world?”

How many capable nobles are deceived by a stateless family? How ridiculous!

“I heard from Miss Ye that they are temporarily living in Yanzhi River.” Butler Nangong said.

Nangong Zhen was stunned: “Who would believe such deceptive nonsense?”

Steward Nangong smiled apologetically and did not dare to say anything. He vaguely believed in his heart that after all, the Prince of Xilun also bought it.

The prince of Xilun is arrogant, aloof, and talented. People like this believe him. Why don’t you believe him?

“The Wanwang Mansion wanted to curry favor with them and their group, so they touched the Nangong family mercilessly. This debt must not be settled.” Nangong said harshly.

“What do you mean, sir?”

“The Wanwang Mansion hired Bai Muxun, isn’t it just for money? I don’t believe that the Wanwang Mansion can compare with the Nangong family. You go to the owner. How many people have died today? I want the Wanwang Mansion to pay back double the amount.”

When Butler Nangong heard this, he understood that Wanwang Mansion had completely offended the Nangong family.

Other families found by the Nangong family also know about this matter.

Inside Baimuxun Museum.

After the fighting just now, no one in the museum wanted to stay outside. Except for some Jianghu people, many families returned upstairs honestly. Dongsi Cheng Binglu also sent people to the fourth floor. The person investigating was his long-time friend who died tragically.

Finding out that Wan Wangfu was behind the scenes, he couldn't stop being angry. Since Wan Wangfu is unkind, don't blame him.

Cheng Binglu put on black clothes, covered his face and jumped out of the door.

Many families from Nanyuan, Xilun, and Beili were sent to inquire and were dealt with. They all said that Baimuxun only spoke when he was rich. Wanwangfu hired murderers. Do you think that if you have money, you will be safe?

So each family sent people to the secret door to ask for a meeting with the owner. It was calm on the surface, but secretly it became lively.

The store owner was merciless when collecting money, and all the money was delivered in stacks of gold deposit slips. The huge boxes were almost full. He held the gold deposit slips and smiled from ear to ear.

“To the owner of the museum, Lord Wan wants to see you.”

The host paid the library and counted the gold deposit slips without raising his head: "Let him wait."

“To the owner of the museum, thirty million must be paid for Prince Wan’s life.” When the guard who came to buy a murderer heard Prince Wan’s arrival, he couldn’t help but remind him.

“Prince Wan is not alive.” Master Fu raised his head.

"What? Don't you think the money is not enough? My master can add more," the guard said.

“It’s not a matter of money, it’s a matter of principle.”

“What does the owner mean?”

"Prince Wan once saved me. No matter how much money I have, I will not kill him." Master Fu was very serious.

The guard frowned when he heard this: "It seems that this deal cannot be negotiated."

Say that and go get the money.

The owner of the library shrunk his hand to count the money: "Don't be anxious, wait until I finish talking."

The guard was angry: "What else is there to say!" (End of this chapter)