But the square-faced goldsmith quickly shook his head: "In business, there are profits and losses. It's easy to talk about when we make money, but once we lose, we can't afford to lose everything."

After that, the square-faced goldsmith stood up and seemed to be leaving.

The long-faced silversmith nodded in agreement and got off the chair.

"I can't buy shares." Little Priskin asked loudly: "How about taking out a loan?"

"How much to borrow?"

"a lot of."

"What's the mortgage?"

"Head's head."

The goldsmith flatly refused: "No, who knows whether the heads of the Huds will be worth tomorrow?"

Little Priskin mentioned an interest rate, a very high interest rate.

The square-faced goldsmith fell silent.

The long-faced silversmith asked: "If you can't repay the principal, what's the use of setting the interest rate high?"

"Do you know who I am?" Little Priskin asked, "Will I pay you back?"

"Mr. Priskin." The square-faced goldsmith's attitude softened obviously: "What you are doing now...is your grandpa's intention, or are you making your own decisions?"

"Of course it's my grandpa's errand." Little Priskin simply explained, and then put forward a more attractive condition: "I can double the interest for you - but there is a requirement."

The long-faced silversmith did not refuse directly, but asked hesitantly: "What is the request?"

"I can pay you high interest, or I can use my family's property as a mortgage." Little Priskin proposed boldly: "But when you repay the loan, you must allow me to repay it with my head."

…

Old Priskin's study.

"They agreed?" Old Priskin asked, narrowing his eyes.

"No." Little Priskin replied sadly.

"Not too stupid."

Little Priskin swallowed his saliva: "But in the end they agreed to lend me a sum of money - with my head and Meghan's house deed as collateral."

"oh?"

"Firstly, it's for your sake, and secondly... something happened the next day."

"What?"

"The county government issued an announcement saying that all the heads will be exchanged for."

…

In the days that followed, little Priskin's actions became very simple.

On the one hand, he purchased grain from villages with surplus grain and transported it to those villages with famine to exchange for heads.

On the other hand, he simply used money to buy head coupons from the soldiers stranded in Shengke Town. The hussars were his big customers.

The hussars brought by Geza were guest troops. Even if they cut off more heads, they would not be able to settle down directly in Tiefeng County.

So most of the hussars exchanged their heads for drinks, and of course some hussars secretly hid a few of them.

During this period, Priskin Jr. sold part of his capital, but took out more mortgages.

Relying on the harmonious method, the little Priskin's speculation business was prosperous, until the old Priskin heard the news and called him into the study for questioning.

…

Old Priskin put down his pipe, and young Priskin suddenly stood up.

"You have gotten into many troubles since you were a child, and I rarely blame you. Do you know why?" Old Priskin asked.

"Because you love me." Little Priskin replied in a low voice.

"Because your great-grandfather said something to me." Old Priskin slowly repeated his father's words: "Only those who can cause great trouble can accomplish great things."

Old Priskin paused for a moment and continued: "However, people who can do great things can also cause big troubles. There is often a dotted line between doing big things and making big troubles. I will die sooner or later.

You have to learn to grasp the difference yourself.”

Little Priskin was silent for a long time, then whispered: "I know, grandpa."

"It's useless for you to know now." Old Priskin sighed longly: "Go to the blood wolf yourself to ask for forgiveness."

…

Single officer's apartment, reception room.

Three knocks on the door.

"Please come in."

Little Priskin opened the door uneasily and saw the blood wolf wearing an ugly knitted coat, half lying on a bench with a relaxed posture, and a fat, round-faced middle-aged man speaking in a language he could not understand.

What are they talking about in their dialect?

Seeing him walking into the room, Xue Lang sat up straight.

"Do you have a guest?" The fat middle-aged man said goodbye wisely: "Then I will avoid it first."

"No, you have to keep it. This is the person you want to see." Xue Lang also smiled and glanced at little Priskin: "He is the one."

When little Priskin saw the fat middle-aged man looking him up and down, he suddenly burst out laughing: "It turns out it's our little mouse here!"
Chapter completed!