"No money? When you took my Ferghana Horse, why didn't you think that you couldn't afford to gamble?”
Yang Hao shook his head and said with a straight face,""This time, your banker took all. How much did you win?”
"I didn't win much." The innkeeper choked and said,
" There are only about ten thousand people who bet on me this time, but they're all just small amounts of money to celebrate. The rich kids who bet on me don't add up to much. I'll only win ten thousand strings at most…"
"10,000 strings isn't much?" Yang Jingming was shocked. He grabbed his beard and glared at him.
"A house in Chang 'an City costs 600 strings. The money you earn is enough to buy more than ten houses!”
"Compared to the rich kids, those are nothing.”The innkeeper smiled bitterly." You've never seen anyone spend a lot of money in Pingkang Lane. They don't even blink. This lowly one is at most doing a small business."”
Yang Hao nodded his head in agreement. According to the ratio of one coin in the Tang Dynasty to one coin in the modern world, it was equivalent to eight hundred coins. Ten thousand strings of coins was eight million coins, which was equivalent to eight million yuan. It seemed that the inn owner had earned a lot of money from the gambling.
However, compared to those rich kids casually throwing out a thousand taels of gold to buy a precious Dawan horse, or casually throwing out a thousand taels of gold at Pingkang Lane, he was really not presentable.
Of course, compared to his family, he was really rich.
Yang Hao glanced at his father, who was tugging at his beard as if he hated the rich, and then looked at the tattered clothes that the two of them were wearing. He immediately envied those filthy rich people!
"I'll take this money." Yang Hao retracted his thoughts and looked at the inn owner patiently."
"In addition, your inn seems to be worth a lot of money. Take out the deed, I'll take it as well. The money your Zhuang family earned from eating all of it, as well as your inn, I'll count it as you paying off the debt with two Ferghana Horses. This way, you still owe me 298 Ferghana Horses, which is 2.98 million taels of gold and 17.88 million taels of copper.”
As he spoke, Yang Hao's tone paused for a moment. His gaze was deep as he stared at the dull expression of the inn owner. He patted the latter's shoulder and said in all seriousness,"Don't go anywhere in the future. You and your family will stay here to slowly pay off the debt.”
Yang Jingming was speechless.
Li Yuan was speechless.
Li Er was speechless.
The three of them looked at him speechlessly.
This kid was too ruthless!
Even cruel officials were not as strong as him!
However, the old man truly admired his ability to earn money. He wished he could drag him to the Ministry of Revenue right now. The scene of him filling the treasury of the Ministry of Revenue even appeared in his mind.
At this moment, the middle-aged innkeeper opened his mouth and looked at him with tears in his eyes. His lips trembled as he said,"I spent half my life saving this inn. You don't know how hard it was…"
"I know all this." Yang Hao interrupted him and nodded seriously."
"That's why I didn't chase you out. Instead, I left you here to pay off your debts. In the future, you will continue to manage this inn. I will give you 1,000 strings of money every month. After deducting the 990 strings of money in installments, you will still be able to take 10 strings of money to support your family.”
The innkeeper felt dizzy.
A thousand strings of coins a month? Pay off the debt in installments of 990 strings? Then he would have to work here for 1,505 years to pay off the debt!
Now that it was 625 AD, wouldn't it be 2130 AD?!
" Ancestor…" The inn owner cried.
Yang Hao said with a straight face,"
"It's useless to call your ancestor. Go and exchange the deed to your inn, the Ferghana Horse I bet on the day before yesterday, and the money you won from the Zhuang family into gold for me. Or do you want to try and make trouble for the officials? You'll regret it only when you and your entire family are exiled two thousand miles away, and your brother-in-law loses his official position and is exiled with you, right?”
"I'll go get it now!" The innkeeper quivered. He could tell that Yang Hao wasn't joking with him. He really could do it. He immediately ran to get the deed and three hundred taels of gold with a sad face.
" This little one only has this much gold…" The innkeeper looked at Yang Hao with wide eyes, his heart aching so much that he almost couldn't breathe.
"It's mine now." Yang Hao handed the money to his father and winked at him to put the gold and the deed to the inn on the carriage. He nodded in satisfaction and said,"I'll leave this inn to you to manage. Prepare the daily and monthly account books in advance. I'll check them personally. Don't make any mistakes. See you later!”
After saying that, he turned around and sat back in the carriage.
The old man turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something. He turned around and looked at the innkeeper. He said calmly,"You managed to survive."
Looking at the old man and the temporary coachman who was leading the snow-white Ferghana horse away, the inn owner lowered his head and raised his hand to wipe his eyes. He cried silently, thinking that he might as well die. How was he going to answer to his family?
How would the inn owner know?
The old man wasn't lying. He had really survived!
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"My son, you're not just a literary star that has descended from the heavens. You're simply the god of wealth!”
In the carriage, Yang Jingming excitedly held three hundred taels of gold in his hands. He was breathing rapidly as he rubbed his face. He had lived for half a lifetime, but this was the first time he had seen so much money.
"Look at you."
The old man looked at him with disdain." This is only three hundred gold taels. Didn't your son give you three million gold taels?" That money is more than enough to build a golden house for you!”
"That's different!" Yang Jingming shook his head and said," Money is only considered money when it's in your hands. Everything else is fake!"”
Yang Hao smiled and nodded. This was indeed the case.
Although the innkeeper owed him millions of gold, he could not get what he wanted. It was just a worry in his heart. What he really got this time was the deed to an inn in Xi City and the three hundred taels of gold!
The old man snorted and was too lazy to argue with Yang Jingming over a few hundred taels of gold. He looked at Yang Hao with burning eyes. This kid was simply a treasure. He couldn't help but ask,
"Yang Hao, do you want to be an official? This old man has connections and can get you an official position in the Ministry of Revenue!”
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