Don't wait for Guan Lin to finish speaking.

There was only a "bang" sound, and Mi Fang slapped the document and said, "I am the prefect of Jiangling, and I have the final say on this matter!"

"Uncle Zifang..." Guan Lin frowned slightly, but his words were still gentle: "This is not a matter of emotion."

"This is a matter of impulsiveness!" Mi Fang straightened his back, assumed the airs of a prefect, and said loudly: "Your father doesn't even think about it, how can such a good thing happen? He is going to go on the northern expedition to raise food, and he is

We need food to build a new city? How can there be so much food? Even if I, Mi Fang, change, I won’t be able to produce any surplus food!"

Guan Lin seemed to be fanning the flames, "What if my father doesn't agree?"

"Don't agree?" Mi Fang patted her chest, "Don't worry, my dear nephew, you have to agree even if he agrees, and you have to agree if you don't agree. This matter is all on me, unless...unless he doesn't stop building this new city! Otherwise, this matter

That’s it! Seven points of Jiangling and Changsha New Town are yours!”

What Guan Lin was waiting for was Mi Fang's words.

He quickly stood up and his tone became solemn, "Uncle Zifang and I are heroes who cherish heroes... I really want to write a poem about this situation..."

Guan Lin and Mi Fang had a lively chat.

Zhang Xingcai was stunned. What is going on?

Just now, Prefect Mi Fang's expression was obviously very resistant, but now... he seems to be ecstatic, as if... as if he won't let Brother Yun Qi give out the money, is it okay?

What's going on here?

——"Brother Yun Qi, is this... using magic?"

Zhang Xingcai couldn't help but murmur.

Despite her usual carefree attitude, she really doesn't understand the twists and turns.

And just as Zhang Xingcai thought, Guan Lin did use magic.

But this "witchcraft" only has two words - profit!

——There are no eternal friends, only eternal interests.

As for Mi Fang, he doesn't need to give too much. Guan Lin only needs to give Mi Fang three parts of his income after the new city is built, which is enough for Mi Fang to stand firmly on his side.

Of course, Guan Lin's ideas are very realistic.

Mi Fang is the prefect of Jiangling. When Guan Yu went on the Northern Expedition, no matter how strong the city was, Mi Fang was still needed to defend the city. Wasn't Mi Fang still needed to guard against Soochow?

Therefore, in addition to giving him...the full "hate" for Sun Quan, Guan Lin could only give him enough benefits.

In the face of huge interests, Mi Fang would probably have a feeling of "people are present in the city".

And considering... Mi Fang takes money very seriously.

Then it’s a no-brainer, just go ahead and spend your money on it!

Create a "loyal" General Mi.

As long as Mi Fang is stable.

At that time, Guan Lin will move all the workshops, forges, and beggar gangs in Lao Huang's Villa here.

The family members of his subordinates also moved to the new city one after another, so that they would feel safer.

It's a win-win.

certainly…

Mi Fang is relatively simple, he doesn't think too much.

He just purely thinks that there is money to be made and it is profitable.

What's more, he thinks Guan Lin is a good guy, and he is willing to give up such a huge benefit. Based on this, this guy can get along better than his father!

In addition, 30% of the income!

Considering this is a new town…

Considering that except for the military facilities, all the businesses there belong to Guan Lin, then this "30%" income will be an extremely huge number!

Of course, this is based on the premise that Guan Yu will agree.

Mi Fang was quite confident about this.

Even if you are not sure, you have to be sure of creating conditions.

This is Chi Guoguo’s money.

Businessmen pursue profit, and fight for money—what the hell!

The atmosphere has been heightened to this point. Guan Lin has really prepared a poem. To be precise, it is a song, a hero song...

——A bowl of wine between life and death.

——Let’s go if we say so.

——You have it, I have it all.

But before he could "speak", suddenly, a civil servant hurriedly rushed in and reported directly: "Prefect Mi, the chief planner of the thief Cao Shu's family outside the door, Ma Bingqiu, said that he had valuable items to be handed over to Yun Qi. Young Master."

"Let him come in..." Guan Lin subconsciously ordered,

How could the civil servant listen to Guan Lin and looked sideways at Mi Fang.

Mi Fang got excited and became furious, "What are you looking at? Didn't you hear the instructions of my 'beloved' and 'nephew'? His words are my words, lead them in quickly...don't be hesitant!"

Well…

Guan Lin didn't expect that he would suddenly become Mi Fang's "beloved" and her special "kid" nephew... It sounded disgusting and disgusting.

However, the effect is very fast.

Having said that, Ma Binneng came at this time, which means that...the "little wings to prevent side leakage" have come out a little.

Just in time...I did two things in one trip today.

Obviously, Mi Fang was also aware of Ma Binlai's purpose. He asked Guan Lin with great interest, "My dear nephew..."

"Uncle Zifang, just a good nephew is fine. We are all men. It's too disgusting and makes people laugh."

After listening to Guan Lin's words, Mi Fang glanced at Zhang Xingcai beside him, nodded slowly, and then opened her mouth again, "My dear nephew, what Ma Chenggang brought is the mysterious business you mentioned, right?"

"Yes..." Guan Lin nodded, but did not forget to look at Zhang Xingcai. He rubbed his hands and reminded him embarrassedly: "How about Sister Xingcai avoid it?"

Zhang Xingcai felt isolated.

Guan Lin and Mi Fang, one called "Uncle Zifang" and the other "nephew", even whispered to each other and refused to let her listen!

For a brief moment, it seemed to her that Zhang Xingcai was the superfluous one.

Now that he is asked to avoid it again, how can Zhang Xingcai agree?

"Still hiding it from me? Is there anything you can't say?"

"Then let me say it..." Guan Lin helplessly spread his hands.

At this time, Ma Bing had already arrived, and he also brought ten "small wings to prevent side leakage". Guan Lin was not polite and gave three of them to Zhang Xingcai, and the others were stuffed into Mi Fang's hands.

"What is this? Why do you still have wings?"

Mi Fang really doesn't know what this is.

I just think it looks very old-fashioned... No, it's very cute!

Guan Lin glanced sideways at Zhang Xingcai out of the corner of his eye, and when he saw her dimple suddenly turned red, he immediately replied, "Uncle Zifang, does he know what a woman's menstrual bag is?"

Ah... Mi Fang was shocked.

On the contrary, Zhang Xingcai couldn't bear it anymore, and she shouted, "Guan Lin... you... ugh..."

Immediately, as if the little daughter was angry, she ran out of the prefect's mansion angrily with her hands spread out.

Guan Lin was helpless and muttered in his heart.

——"Sister Xingcai... I told you to avoid it, but you blame me in the end?"

Mi Fang, on the other hand, found out what was in his hand. He looked disgusted and resisted, "My nephew wants to sell this? It's for a woman, how can it... how can it make money?"

Uh... Mi Fang's words stunned Guan Lin.

Then, he said seriously: "Uncle Zifang, do you have any prejudice against 'women'? Do you have any misunderstandings about the status of 'women'?"

No wonder Guan Lin said that.

The atmosphere of the Han Dynasty was open and confident.

Women have a high status, and public opinion is relatively loose and friendly.

Second-married women can give birth to emperors. For example, the mother of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty Liu Che was married before entering the palace and gave birth to a daughter.

Women who have an affair with others can give birth to generals, and the mothers of Wei Qing and Huo Qubing can both be matched.

A female slave can also become a queen, yes, the famous Wei Zifu!

Even when a woman meets someone she likes, she can turn her back on the family, such as Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru.

There was also Cao Cao's wife, Ding, who divorced Cao Cao directly and unceremoniously.
To be continued...