Chapter 202: The Most Important Thing in Being a Person Is to Be Content

"Impossible, I can give you at most ten percent. This is my greatest sincerity."

Chen Guanlou opened his mouth and directly broke the bone.

An imprisoned official who was about to be raided still wanted to bargain—keep dreaming.

Besides, selling goods in batches couldn't possibly have a premium; it would only be cruelly suppressed in price. Being able to sell at fifty percent of the market price was his face.

Antiques and calligraphy pay attention to scarcity. If you are not in a hurry to cash out, no one will ship in batches. Usually, it's collected for a few years, looking for the right time, meeting the right buyer, and selling at a high price.

Clearly, Liu Daowen was not in this category.

Watching the case about to be settled, whether he lived or died was all in the thought of the people above. At this time, he only sought quick sale and cash out; if he could live, this money would be his foothold in the future. If he couldn't live, at least he could leave some money for his family, have a foothold, and not be miserable, helpless, or hungry.

Liu Daowen wanted to cry; Chen Guanlou's heart was too black. He was angry and furious, wanting to scold a thief for robbing while the house was on fire. Thinking of his situation, all his anger turned into a sigh. "Chief Chen, at least leave me some crumbs. Ten percent is really too little."

"Ten percent is not little. I have to take the risk of picking up the goods, the risk of being black-eaten..."

"Wait, you collect antiques and calligraphy for the Marquis of Pingjiang, where does the black-eating come from? Don't think I don't know anything."

Chen Guanlou chuckled. "You can find someone else. See if anyone else can give you ten percent. Lord Liu, you are an old oil stick in officialdom; you should know that you can't just listen to how powerful others brag, how much benefit they give—you have to see if they can really do it. I, Chen Guanlou, have a guaranteed reputation and don't deceive children or old people. Every imprisoned official who has dealt with me praises me as a trustworthy person.

In the entire Heavenly Prison, except for me who has the ability to pick up the goods and eat your wealth, and guarantee the safety of your money, no one can do it. Even if Prison Warden Niu comes, he will have to grope blindly and won't even find a way to sell. I am surnamed Chen, born in a famous family in the capital, relying on the Marquis of Pingjiang's mansion—what else are you worried about?"

"I am naturally assured of Chief Chen. However, ten percent is really too little." Liu Daowen felt desolate in his heart. Although he had decisively made the decision to trade with Chen Guanlou, he couldn't accept it in his heart. He didn't believe Jiang Tu would abandon him; he thought he could still struggle. But he was also afraid—what if he was really beheaded, really raided? If he didn't take decisive action now, after the raid, there would be nothing left.

Since Chen Guanlou had the ability to avoid government soldiers and pick up goods, he would gamble.

It was just that the price of ten percent—damn it, it was blacker than usury.

"Ten percent is not little! Lord Liu, in a desperate situation, you can't be greedy! I don't care, but every day you delay affects your future."

"This time I have a lot of wealth to sell."

Oh!

Chen Guanlou liked to hear this, and he instantly became interested. "How much?"

Liu Daowen held up five fingers. "At least this much. In any case, you have to leave me ten thousand or twenty thousand."

"Lord Liu, look at you, you still haven't changed your habit of being greedy for money; you are really hopeless. Think about it yourself—is your request reasonable? Who would agree to your request?"

"Then I'll add more, that's always fine."

"More won't work either." Chen Guanlou shook his head. "You are a well-known big corrupt official. If the wealth raided from your mansion can't satisfy the higher-ups, they will never give up, and it might implicate me. So, I'll say it again—don't be too greedy, stop when it's enough."

Liu Daowen collapsed instantly, muttering to himself: "Ten percent is too little."

"It's not little, be a person and be content. As the saying goes, be content and be happy. Lord Liu, you were too discontented before, which is why you became a prisoner at a young age."

Chen Guanlou's words were not polite at all, just poking Liu Daowen's lungs.

Liu Daowen had no choice but to grit his teeth and agree unwillingly.

Chen Guanlou didn't forget to remind him, "Remember to let the butler in your mansion do the accounts well. If the accounts don't match the reality, your family will definitely be implicated."

How does the imperial court raid a house?

Naturally, they raid the house with the account book.

Big families have professional accountants, and all the property in the mansion will be registered to facilitate checking the accounts.

Since he wanted to sell a portion of the wealth without anyone knowing, the account book must be done well so that no one could find any clues. He believed that the accountant of the Liu Fu must be an expert at making fake accounts.

Liu Daowen had a look of hopelessness, being cut and bled by Chen Guanlou again, yet he had to beg for help. If Chen Guanlou fooled him and there was no plan to clean him up above, after he went out, he would definitely clean up the other party fiercely. As Jiang Tu's number one lackey, he was not a toothless poisonous snake.

A day later, the Liu Fu butler notified Chen Guanlou that the goods were ready and placed in the outer courtyard study. At night, he would withdraw all the people guarding the outer courtyard study.

Late at night, Chen Guanlou changed his appearance, stepped on the tiles on the roof, easily avoided the government soldiers outside, and entered the Liu Fu. According to the map given by the Liu Fu butler, he very smoothly touched the roof of the outer courtyard study.

But he didn't rush to pick up the goods.

He sat on the roof and watched the scenery.

Except for the government soldiers outside, there were several strong auras in the inner courtyard of the Liu Fu, at least at the Third Rank level.

People from the Ministry of Justice?

People from the Brocade Uniform Guard?

Or Jiang Tu's people?

What are they guarding in the Liu Fu? Liu Daowen was imprisoned, and his sons were all useless, doing nothing serious, and doing many things like chasing cats and dogs.

In other words, except for Liu Daowen, the butler, and the accountant, no one else in the Liu Fu had any value.

Even the guards were some ordinary martial artists without martial pulses, knowing a little fist and foot skills. They were mainly fierce-looking, relying on the Liu Fu's reputation to deter small commoners.

He only took the wealth; he didn't care about other things. He had no interest in what kind of tricks were inside.

After confirming that there were no mechanisms or traps in the study, he smoothly took away the wealth prepared by the butler in advance. They were all antique and calligraphy items that were easy to carry. For those who didn't understand the value of antiques, the most eye-catching was a golden Buddha statue.

Chen Guanlou weighed it, and it was at least a catty heavy.

Why, did the Liu Fu want him to keep this golden Buddha statue, or change it into small silver notes for future circulation? After all, he couldn't just take the golden Buddha statue out to buy things.

After taking the things, he prepared to leave the Liu Fu.

"Thief, where are you running!"

"There's an assassin, catch the assassin!"

Just as he was about to leave, he heard "catch the assassin," and the entire Liu Fu instantly became lively. Chen Guanlou was stunned for a moment, and after confirming that it wasn't catching him, he let out a sigh of relief.

He just said, with his strength, it was impossible to be discovered. Unless there was a stronger martial artist hidden in this mansion. ===== CHAPTER 203 =====