Chapter 346: A bunch of poor ghosts

"I didn't say I wouldn't lend it." Ye Young Master said in a low voice.

Chen Guanlou reached out, "Hurry up and give the money."

"But I didn't say I wanted to lend it either!" Ye Young Master argued, appearing to know that he was not authentic, his expression looking a bit guilty.

Chen Guanlou crossed his arms, looking at the other party coldly, "May I ask Ye Young Master, are you lending it or not, can you give a firm word."

Ye Young Master gritted his teeth, appearing very embarrassed, his expression changing repeatedly, waving his hand to dismiss the coachman, confirming that there was no third person around, he said: "I don't have that much money. He wants to borrow a thousand taels, I don't have it."

Oh!

Turns out to be a surface-glory young master.

Chen Guanlou understood.

These young masters, looking one by one with full style, are actually pitifully low in cash flow. Definitely not comparable to Chen Guanlou's cash flow.

"Then how much money do you have?" Chen Guanlou absolutely didn't look down on the other party. Not having money is not a shameful thing, young people, everyone lived like this.

Ye Young Master was truly embarrassed, feeling a bit shameful, but he still said: "I only have about a hundred taels." Therefore, he refused the invitation of his colleagues. He was worried about not having money to return the treat.

This hundred taels was the money at the bottom of the box he used to paste his face, not daring to move it easily.

Chen Guanlou stared at the other party again and again, with many slots in his heart he wanted to spit out. He hesitated for a while, then asked a soul question, "Is it exactly a hundred taels, or a hundred and something taels?"

Ye Young Master thought, anyway, he had already lost face, so it didn't matter, "Actually, there is no hundred taels, only fifty-nine taels."

Chen Guanlou's mouth twitched: Ye Young Master is actually best at rounding up.

"Then can you find someone to borrow some, make up a thousand taels."

"Can I borrow from you? Heard you have money." Ye Young Master seemed to have clicked the thick-skinned skill, directly climbing up the pole.

Chen Guanlou was so angry he laughed, "I don't have money."

"I don't have money either. This bit of money of mine still needs to be used for the scene." Ye Young Master spread his hands, "Please tell Wenfu, it's not that I don't want to help him, it's really that the clever woman can't cook without rice. When I have money, I will visit him."

Chen Guanlou was very stuffed, "Can't you find others to borrow, you have so many good friends?"

"Those friends of mine are not even as good as me, how can they be richer than me."

"You always have valuable things on you."

"That won't work. Valuable things are all from the Hou Fu, not mine. How can I sell the things of the Hou Fu for money? What would I become? If discovered, I don't know how outsiders would discuss me. It doesn't matter if I lose face alone, if I implicate my cousin, my sin will be great."

Saying one thing and another, Ye Young Master had only one meaning: no money.

Chen Guanlou gritted his teeth and walked away decisively.

Zhang Wenfu, this young master, has been mixed for so many years, and there is no rich guy around him.

If you're short on money, find a rich second-generation heir, pull them into your small circle, and from then on, you'll have an ATM. This is basic procedure. But he refuses; he insists on striking an arrogant pose, acting as if he is above the mundane world. After all these years, he hasn't managed to find himself a wallet. He is truly a failure at life.

The neural circuits of this group of second generations are truly hard to understand.

Dying for face and suffering.

No wonder this group of young second generations don't go to the gold-consuming caves, but are obsessed with poetry and literary gatherings. The venue is free, the wine is taken from the family cellar, the maids and servants are brought from home, the snacks are made by the kitchen maids in the mansion, and they can hold this gathering and that gathering without spending much money. Both decent and elegant, with face and lining, and don't need to spend private money.

Speaking of which, it can be considered as calculating, knowing how to live.

Xiao Jin's result was the same as his, holding a stack of IOUs, and didn't borrow a penny.

Early the next morning, Chen Guanlou returned all the IOUs to Zhang Wenfu, "A bunch of poor ghosts!"

Zhang Wenfu:...

How can you scold people.

He held the IOU, actually feeling quite desperate, "Not a penny?"

"All are poor ghosts, what kind of friends did you make. For so many years, you haven't made one or two rich brothers?"

"Money is vulgar! Those rich guys are not worthy of being my friends." Zhang Wenfu said with a high-minded expression.

Chen Guanlou only felt his teeth sour, sour to death.

He tsked twice, "Disliking money so much, then don't let the wind!"

Zhang Wenfu's whole face collapsed, "How did I know I would be put in the Heavenly Prison."

"I remember one of your charges is corruption. What about the money you corrupted? Didn't you save any private money?"

"Spent it!"

Young masters have never worried about money, spending as much as they have. There are many places to spend money in the capital, earning money is difficult, spending money is easy. Money flows like water, and it is spent. When you are in urgent need of money, look around, perhaps you can find a few taels of scattered silver.

Chen Guanlou secretly disliked, originally thought he could earn a sum this time, get it, he thought too much. Still have to rely on that group of officialdom old oil-slicks, don't look at one by one with many heart eyes, but they really have money. Being the head of the family and not being the head of the family, there is a difference, the difference is like a chasm.

No money, Zhang Wenfu's wish to let the wind can only be postponed indefinitely.

He suggested borrowing, Chen Guanlou didn't pay attention to him. With this virtue, still want to find a bank to borrow, heh heh!

Chen Guanlou loves money, but he has a bottom line, absolutely no intention to harm others. Unless the other party wants to harm him first.

So he refused Zhang Wenfu's request to borrow. Although he couldn't look at the other party, he didn't intend to push the other party into the fire pit.

Boil it!

Zhang Wenfu continued to howl and boil every day.

Next door, the Embroidered Uniform Guard arrested a few more Donggong subordinates. These arrested ones had originally been demoted and sent to the clean government office to sit on the cold bench. Even this couldn't escape a disaster, and were still invited by the Embroidered Uniform Guard to drink tea.

The news reached Xie Changling's ears, and Xie Changling was silent for a long time.

He sat motionless like a statue.

Chen Guanlou was a bit worried, "Official Xie, you can't think of not opening up! Everyone has their own luck, just manage yourself."

Xie Changling's eyes were like the ocean, deep, hard to peek into the secrets, "Are you worried that I will commit suicide if I don't think of opening up?"

"You group of Donggong subordinates belong to the key focus objects, if you die, it will be very troublesome." Chen Guanlou told the truth. In front of smart people, there is no need to cover up.

Xie Changling chuckled coldly, the smile hard to reach the bottom of his eyes, anger and monstrous hatred accumulated in his heart, "Prison Clerk Chen rest assured, this official will not think of not opening up. May I ask, has Official Yu Zhaoan returned to the capital?"

"Just returned, not officially in office yet."

Yu Zhaoan is about to serve as Right Prime Minister, the news has already spread all over the world, and the prisoner officials in the Heavenly Prison are no exception.

"A Prime Minister of a dynasty, the youngest Prime Minister..." Xie Changling slowly closed his eyes, and after a while, opened his eyes suddenly, "Can Prison Clerk Chen help me bring a letter to Official Yu?"

Chen Guanlou waved his hand and refused, "This matter is not appropriate."

"Why does Prison Clerk Chen have to keep people at a distance?"

Chen Guanlou rolled his eyes to the sky, his expression sarcastic, "Yu Zhaoan and you are actually the same type of person. I don't want to be a messenger between you, and I don't know when I will be sold. You guys, your hearts are all black." ===== CHAPTER 347 =====