Chapter 370: The School of Calligraphy Truly Exists! _3
Phoenix got up from his lap and said, "I'm going to check on the children..."
Li Nuo said to the little maid, "Please let him in."
He had quite a deep impression of Chen Qi.
Among the top five hundred students in Chang'an, Li Nuo had met them all. Chen Qi's proficiency in the Six Arts was not the best, but it was the most balanced. He scored above A in every subject, making him a strong contender for the next top scholar.
Of course, there was another reason why Li Nuo was impressed by him.
Chen Qi's father, a merchant named Chen Tieniu, spent two hundred taels of silver to listen to his lectures on classical learning for two days.
It was rare for a businessman to be so diligent in learning, so Li Nuo paid him special attention, though he wasn't sure how effective it had been.
A moment later, a figure walked in from outside. The young man bowed deeply to him and said, "I have seen you, sir."
His expression was somewhat troubled, and Li Nuo took the initiative to ask, "Did you encounter any difficulties?"
Chen Qi nodded and said, "To be honest, I came here today because I have something I wish to ask for your help with..."
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Chang'an.
Tianxiang Building.
In an elegant room on the second floor, four figures sat at the table, toasting and exchanging drinks, the atmosphere was extremely lively.
"That Chen is truly crazy, lowering tenants' rents, raising workers' wages, not making money, he's really showing off!"
"He doesn't want to make money, but others do. I heard Chen's tenants had their rents lowered, so now my tenants are clamoring for reduced rents too, even daring to unite and protest. It's outrageous!"
"My workers are the same, threatening to quit to force me to raise wages. If they want to quit, let them quit. Daxia lacks everything except people willing to work!"
"A hungry dog will always come back. Those people have aging parents and young children, and they're in debt. If they can't find work for two months, their families will starve. By then, even if we lower their wages by a few percent, they'll still have to work..."
"It's all Chen's fault. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have these issues. If we don't bankrupt him this time, more trouble awaits us in the future."
"To someone who destroys the rules, show no mercy!"
When mentioning Chen Tieniu, everyone was filled with anger.
They were all happily doing business until he decided to be different, making them appear harsh to tenants and workers, causing dissatisfaction among their own people, prompting this united front against the Chen Family.
As they discussed the details, one of them shivered and suddenly trembled.
After a moment of confusion, he picked up a cup of wine from the table and took a gulp, slowly saying, "Actually, to be honest, Shopkeeper Chen isn't entirely wrong. We do tend to be a bit harsh on the tenants and workers..."
The man beside him was stunned, turned to him, and exclaimed, "Huang, have you had too much to drink? Why are you suddenly sympathizing with Chen?"
No sooner had he finished his sentence than another person across the table also sighed and said deeply, "I think Huang is right. Our silver couldn't be spent in several lifetimes, and it's said that those who are successful should benefit the world. Shouldn't we also do something for the people..."
"Crazy, crazy, all of you are f***ing crazy!"
Manager Zhao had an incredulous expression on his face, suddenly stood up, grabbed the last person by the arm, and said, "Chen Tieniu's madness has spread to these two, Xu, let's go!"
He was about to leave with Manager Xu, but despite his efforts, the other's body remained still.
Manager Xu looked up at him and asked back, "Why leave? Aren't they making sense?"
Manager Zhao froze for a moment, suddenly let go, and, pointing at the three, said with a trembling voice, "You, you all, did Chen use some kind of sorcery on you? Why have you all changed like this..."
In an instant, the three people he knew so well had all suddenly changed their demeanor. The more he thought about it, the more chills ran down his spine. He dared not stay any longer and ran out alone, slamming the door shut with a "bang."
A breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
After three breaths, the just-closed door opened again.
Manager Zhao slowly walked in, approached the table, sat down again, and looking at the three, he earnestly said, "I've thought it over and realized you all make sense. While making money is important, we also have to shoulder certain responsibilities..."