Chapter 0004: Prodigality

"Young Master..." A piercing scream echoed in Fang Jifan's ears, and he saw Deng Jian suddenly collapse to the ground, wrapping his arms around his legs, shouting: "Young Master, you mustn't! Young Master, if you sell even the tables, chairs, and beds, where will you and the Uncle sleep in the future? And these, these are all the treasures of the Master! When the Uncle was at home, he would carefully wipe them every day. These are all heirlooms, family treasures..."

Wang Jinyuan looked around in a daze and said, "If all of this is genuine... I fear... I fear that, along with the previous land, calligraphy, paintings, and furniture, it would be worth... at least... at least..." He swallowed hard before continuing, "At least it could sell for 110,000 taels of silver. Among these, there are quite a few rare treasures that are hard to come by in the market, Young Master... truly... truly..."

What an eye-opener, this spendthrift intends to sell the Fang family as a package, is he really that short on money? ... Could it be that he lost it all in gambling, or perhaps ...

Fang Jifan exclaimed excitedly: "Not just that, let's go, let's go, we have many good things in the Fang family, come, come, come."

Fang Jifan felt a slight pain in his head, as memories of the needle piercing the back of his skull surged to the forefront of his mind. Taking a deep breath, he thought to himself, damn it, is this a deliberate attempt to prevent me from being a good person

Fang Jifan's eyes widened in astonishment

The establishment across the diagonal is a tavern, and the tavern keeper, holding an abacus, not only strikes the beads of the abacus daily with a resounding clatter but also takes great pleasure in discussing this matter with the patrons.

Fang Jifan was taken aback; he had merely thrown it casually to demonstrate that he was quite 'normal.' However, he felt a twinge of embarrassment and couldn't help but ask, 'What are you crying about?'

He did not have much time to think before being dragged by Fang Jifan to start 'appreciating' one room after another

Here, he directly pulled Wang Jinyuan and walked to the study. Upon arriving, Wang Jinyuan's eyes suddenly brightened, and his gaze became fixed on the antique shelf in the study.

Fang Jifan then pointed at Deng Jiandao and said: "How much is this worth?"

The doctor touched, and there was some pain, immediately followed by tears falling down.

Wang Jinyuan felt that he was going crazy

Fang Jifan gritted his teeth and said: "I wonder if this fellow can sell for how much at the tooth merchant's?"

When Fang Jifan saw the goateed doctor, he felt a chill run down his spine. He slammed the documents on the table and shouted at him sternly, "What are you looking at?"

Wang Jinyuan has already been frightened; in fact, he wants to back out. Although this deal could be highly profitable, he has truly never encountered such a spendthrift. He even cannot help but wonder if this spendthrift is perhaps resorting to trickery.

Fang Jifan suddenly remembered, right, there is also a study room

At this moment, it unexpectedly struck the doctor's forehead squarely and without bias

The illness of the young master of the Fang family has been cured, and this has suddenly become a topic of great interest among the neighbors.

This is a painting of autumn mountains, valued at a considerable price, likely requiring three hundred taels

This set

How much silver is there

Wang Jinyuan let out a sigh and awkwardly smiled, saying: "Young master is truly... truly a rare... a rare..." Normally so smooth-talking, he found himself at a loss for words at this moment, struggling to come up with a suitable description. After much effort, he finally managed to squeeze out a phrase: "a rare person of character."

The patrons of the tavern expressed their astonishment, and those who were in the know nodded in agreement: "That must be it, it is certainly good, Doctor Zeng is a miraculous physician"

Fang Jifan smiled, playing with the Xiangfei fan in his hand, yet he sighed inwardly. Well, this prodigal son has indeed made his mark. A person of temperament is just a person of temperament. If he were not a prodigal, I would feel a bit of a moral burden in selling off the family business. Now, it feels quite liberating.

This ... ... has so much chicken wing wood furniture, young master, this bed is truly extraordinary, it is clearly crafted by a skilled artisan, look at these mortise and tenon joints, they fit together perfectly, this entire set, I fear, is worth no less than one hundred and fifty taels of silver ... ...

Before Wang Jinyuan could recover from his shock, Fang Jiban, as if he had discovered a new continent, pointed at the tables and chairs and said: "What about these tables and chairs?"

Without hesitation, he seized the Xiangfei fan and hurled it towards the gentleman.

"Stop looking. " Fang Jiban pulled him and said: "These are all genuine articles; could the Fang family possibly display fakes? Now, tell me the price."

Well, it is crafted from chicken wing wood, clearly the work of a master artisan. Although it has been some years, it is still quite popular among collectors in the market for such items

Young master, you must think carefully

Wang Jinyuan, being a professional, took a glance at the rolling Deng Jian on the ground, then lifted his big belly and said with a smile: "Still young, but unfortunately the skin is a bit rough, I fear he wouldn't be accepted in the inner courtyard of an ordinary family; he is too thin and frail, likely lacking in strength, even for carrying bags and doing odd jobs, he would be cumbersome to use. This... aside from eating, he is of little use, not worth much, at most three or two silver coins."

The doctor smiled awkwardly and said: "The student thought... the young master has just recovered from a serious illness, fearing that his condition might relapse, so he..."

The young master's illness has just about recovered, and we are overjoyed, but...

He quickly smiled again: "Take a look, what else is valuable? Don't be shy, speak to this young master."

The doctor, wiping away his tears, expressed his deep emotions: "There is no need for a consultation today. The young master's condition has improved remarkably, very well... I am deeply grateful to Lord Bo for his generous kindness in taking me into his residence, and I have often received his favors. Now, to be able to cure the young master is truly a great fortune. Good, good, good, heaven has eyes, and the ancestors of the Fang family are virtuous..."

He thought to himself, if the ancestors of the Fang family truly had spirits, they would surely strangle you, this Mongolian doctor, tonight

Fang Jifan immediately showed a look of regret, only three or two taels of silver? Forget it, I am a person who undertakes great matters, selling three or two taels of silver is not worth it, I might as well keep it for use.

However, what Ke Fangjifan said next dispelled his doubts: "We can negotiate the price further; it's almost settled. Just have someone come to move it. Tomorrow, I will have the officials from the Jingzhao Prefecture come to act as guarantors and sign the contract. You should prepare the money. I understand that such a large sum of money will take time to arrange, so there is no rush."

Fang Jifan could no longer tolerate Deng Jian. In the past, he resented himself for not being enough of a scoundrel; whenever he behaved a little more normally, Deng would inform others, prompting them to come and needle him. Now that this young master has returned to his prodigal ways, what are you crying about

Isn't that so? Doctor Zeng is now full of confidence, entering and exiting the Fang residence with an air of authority, looking quite pleased with himself

Only the antique shelf was filled with various bronze wares and blue-and-white vases. Wang Jinyuan, who came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, had some knowledge and was visibly excited as he stepped forward, holding a blue-and-white vase, saying: "This is a sky-blue glazed string-patterned vase from the Ru kiln of the Song dynasty... Let me take a look..."

One person grabbed Wang Jinyuan's arm and left the living room

Ah... Wang Jinyuan was unable to regain his composure for quite some time

Deng Jian happened to bring in tea and nearly bumped into Fang Jifan. Fang Jifan said: "Little Deng Deng, come on, lead this person to see our home."

After sending off Wang Jinyuan, the steward, the accountant, and Deng Jian from the residence all knelt down in the hall one by one, beginning to wail in mourning

Fang Jifan sighed inwardly, feeling a bit of sympathy for them. These people were genuinely concerned for their own well-being, and he really should not have startled them like this. However, just as his sympathy was stirred, he noticed that the needle doctor was peeking in from outside.

Deng Jian was left speechless, "Young Master, you are even selling the bed..."

It is indeed true, absolutely no falsehood; Doctor Zeng is truly a master of rejuvenation. Indeed, indeed, can what this old man says be false? Don't believe it? Well, let me tell you, yesterday, Wang Dong from the dental shop came to visit. Guess what? The young master of the Fang family wants to sell land. Not just selling land, but everything valuable in the house is for sale. Isn't this something only our young master Fang could do? You may not know, early in the morning, I saw the clerk from the Jingzhao Prefecture accompanying Wang Dong to the Fang family as a guarantor. It is said that they have already signed the documents. Young Master Fang was very pleased. When they left, Young Master Fang personally saw them to the door, waved at them, and loudly exclaimed that if they saw anything else they liked next time, they should remember to come back. The festive spirit was so overwhelming that it frightened Wang Dong and the guarantor instead. The usually thick-skinned Wang Dong actually felt ashamed, as if he had lost face and was very anxious.