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Chapter 280 This is a token of my appreciation

As he was about to step out of the study, Yuan Man said loudly, "By the way, the New Year is coming soon. In order to let the brothers and sisters who are away have a good New Year, each of them will be rewarded with 100 taels of silver, so that they can eat whatever they want and buy whatever they want."

"I will notify Yuan Rui and ask him to prepare it. You can arrange to deliver it to them then."

Qinglong turned around, bowed and said with a smile: "I thank the master on behalf of my brothers and sisters."

"However, Yuan Rui should not have to pay for this. Minglou's income will be no problem at all."

Yuan Man nodded, "Okay, then I'll have him prepare the ones for the Yuan and Yue generations and Yuan Kong and the others, and you guys in charge of management can get double portions."

"Yes, thank you, master." Qinglong smiled and left.

In fact, they can receive a lot of silver every month. Adding up all the money, the least they can get is dozens of taels, and the most can be hundreds of taels.

Moreover, their food, clothing, housing and transportation were all provided by their masters, and they had no time to spend the money they earned. Many of them privately purchased houses or shops.

Regardless of whether they are those of the Yuan generation who follow their master, or those of the Yue generation, or these intelligence personnel, all of them have a lot of assets.

But the rewards from the master are different.

This is a token of my heart.

Qinglong walked on the street, looking at the cold streets and the falling winter snow, and gradually began to smile.

If they were not following the master, I think they would not be treated so well.

After all, he had seen the fate of other people's secret guards and intelligence personnel many times. They were all abandoned after their death, leaving nothing behind, as if they had never appeared in this world.

But he firmly believed that his master would not be such a person.

Look, isn’t Yuan Er an example?

Yuan Yi also told him that the master said that if they didn't want to be secret guards or intelligence agents anymore, they could tell the master and the master would try his best to find something for them that they could do.

So, she is definitely not the kind of person who would abandon the donkey after it has done its work.

The person sitting upstairs making tea looked at Qinglong walking alone on the street and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Who is that?"

The person standing behind him looked down and said, "My Lord, that is Master Xilan from Minglou."

"Minglou."

"My Lord, it was newly built last year. It is divided into several courtyards for music, chess, calligraphy and painting. It is quite novel and very popular among the people here."

"Let's go check it out tomorrow."

"Yes, Master, I will make arrangements now."

Qinglong felt that someone saw him, so he looked over, and saw the people in the teahouse raising their glasses and smiling at him.

Qinglong raised his eyebrows slightly, took a look, then looked away and continued walking forward.

This person is not from Kyoto. At least, there is definitely no such person in the information he has obtained.

In the master's words, he is handsome and has an extraordinary temperament, and is definitely not an ordinary person.

The people upstairs watched Qinglong walk away and chuckled, "Very interesting."

"Go check and see who is the owner behind Minglou."

"Yes, master."

Qinglong returned to Minglou and had just changed his clothes when one of his men came to report, "Sir, someone is causing trouble in Xiangmo Courtyard."

"Got it." Qinglong changed his clothes and went to Xiangmoyuan.

"Who is causing trouble?"

"Master Xilan, you came at the right time. He tore up my painting. Do you think he should pay for it?"

Qinglong looked at the torn painting, then glanced at the two anxious people standing nearby, "The Prince of Xuanping."

Bai Lin bowed and said, "That's right."

Qinglong nodded slightly, and looked at the person who spoke first, "The second son of Marquis Jicheng, the second young master Ren Ping."

Ren Ping curled his lips and smiled ostentatiously, "That's right, I didn't expect Master Xilan to be so knowledgeable and know them all."

"The second young master of Jichenghou is quite famous in Kyoto. It's hard for me not to know him." Qinglong looked at the painting and asked, "Master Bai, did you destroy this painting?"

Bai Lin nodded, "Just now when we were appraising paintings, someone pushed me, and I was injured quite a bit when I fell."

He didn't know the painting was Ren Ping's when he came, otherwise he wouldn't have come.

Qinglong looked at Ren Ping and asked, "How much does Second Master Ren want Master Bai to pay for this painting?"

"Five hundred taels." Ren Ping said with a smile.

Qinglong raised his eyes and looked at him, "Are you sure this painting is worth five hundred taels, Mr. Ren?"

Just as Ren Ping nodded, Qinglong pointed at the torn part and said, "I think it's only worth a dozen taels."

Everyone looked towards where Qinglong pointed.

"Yeah, it's fake."

"With such new paper and mounting, it can't be authentic."

"So, the Second Young Master is trying to blackmail Prince Bai?"

The smile on Ren Ping's face faded, and he looked up at Qinglong, "Master Xilan, what do you mean?"

Qinglong looked at him, not afraid of his threat at all, "I'll tell you the truth, is there a problem?"

"In Minglou, no one can do whatever they want, even the princes and nobles."

"It's none of my business if you blackmail people outside, but you can't do that in Minglou."

Bai Lin breathed a sigh of relief. "This painting is obviously fake. I was right before, so I will compensate you according to the price of the fake painting."

Ren Ping ignored him and looked at Qinglong steadily, "Xilan, you are just a servant. Have you asked your master? You should know that in Kyoto, not everyone can be offended by you."

Qinglong sneered, "And you are definitely not among them."

"When the Kyoto is ruled by Ji Chenghou, it will be more threatening for the second young master Ren to say this to me again."

"And you can't move the slave you mentioned, let alone have the right to move."

Ren Ping was furious. "Very good, just wait."

"I'll be waiting for you in Minglou." Qinglong looked at him calmly.

Ren Ping waved his sleeves and walked away.

Bai Lin came to Qing Long and bowed, "Thank you for saving me, young master."

Qinglong signaled the maid to put away the paintings and said, "You don't have to be polite, Master Bai. I am the manager of Ming Tower, so I will not allow such bad practices to exist in Ming Tower."

Bai Lin bowed again before leaving with the fake painting.

Qinglong looked at his straight back and raised his eyebrows slightly, Bailin.

As the Xuanping Marquis's Mansion declined, naturally many people did not take Bai Lin, the prince, seriously. Ren Xuanping was originally known as Ren Xuanping, but because of the title of Xuanping Marquis, he later changed his name to Ren Ping.

This person has always been vindictive, and as long as he finds any mistake, he will make trouble for the Xuanping Marquis Mansion.

You don’t have to think too much about today’s show, it was designed by him.

The next day, when Qinglong was packing the banknotes, his maid came to report that Bailin was looking for him.

Qinglong paused as he put the banknotes in his hand. "Did he say anything to me?"

The maid said, "I saw he was holding a gift box, so he must be here to give a present."

Qinglong continued to pack the banknotes and said, "Let him go back. Forget the thank-you gift."

"Yes, I'll go right away." The maid immediately retreated.

After Qinglong packed the silver bills, he counted them again. He now had 120 brothers under him, so this round of money amounted to 12,000 taels of silver.

Thinking of the news that spread last night, I couldn't help but laugh.

The master was really generous. He donated so many things and gave them all to the emperor without asking for any fame.