19: Chapter 19: Is this Emperor of the Great Tang Dynasty really that powerful?

Catering to someone's preferences really gets things done!

If he had just offered money directly, Ye Qingcheng probably wouldn't have handled this kind of matter.

"Just come and pick it up tomorrow. If you're not sure, you can have that professor who appraised it take another look."

"Alright. Tomorrow, I'll have both of your household registrations transferred to Shanghai. Do you want them transferred together?"

"Yes, transfer them as a married couple."

Ye Qingcheng looked at Yang Fan with a strange expression. She could understand him wanting to hold onto Jiang Lan's household registration, but why register them as a married couple?

Shouldn't a rich man be out indulging in debauchery? The first thing this guy does with money is find himself a wife and tie himself down.

"Fine, I'll listen to you. I'll come to pick up the items tomorrow, and the staff will come over to process your household registrations directly."

Ye Qingcheng had originally planned to return to Beijing, but it seemed she wouldn't be able to go back now.

"Do you need help with your kidney failure? My family's elder knows a few excellent doctors in Beijing."

Since Yang Fan was so sincere, Ye Qingcheng decided to help him out. After all, Yang Fan's illness had been discovered relatively early.

Even if it became serious later on, she could help him find a matching kidney.

"Not for now. I plan to have a Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner take a look first. If that doesn't work, we'll talk later."

Yang Fan didn't really want to go straight to dialysis or things like that; it was too torturous and would just grind away a person's will.

He trusted Traditional Chinese Medicine a bit more. If it really didn't work out in the end, he would discuss the issue of matching kidney sources, and if there were none, he would just have to leave it to fate.

After all, he had quite a bit of money now. He could buy plenty of insurance for his family and find a high-end nursing home at a premium price.

Ye Qingcheng felt a bit of admiration for this man. Facing such a major life catastrophe, he could still be so calm.

Moreover, she felt she had already hinted quite clearly.

"Alright, see you tomorrow!"

Yang Fan nodded. With his life experience, how could he not understand the hint?

No wonder people always want more money after they get rich, and once they have a lot of money, they want power.

Perhaps this kind of illness wasn't a big deal to people like them.

For the first time, Yang Fan felt a glimmer of yearning for power.

After Ye Qingcheng and the other person left, Jiang Lan threw herself directly into Yang Fan's arms and kissed him straight on the lips.

Yang Fan turned his face away. What was going on with this girl?

However, Jiang Lan still planted a fierce kiss on Yang Fan's face.

Yang Fan wiped the saliva off his face. Ever since his breakup, his romantic luck seemed to have exploded.

The dignified and elegant Empress Zhangsun, the youthful and vibrant Jiang Lan, and the stunningly beautiful Ye Qingcheng—they were all top-tier goddesses.

"Are you trying to have a baby with me so you can inherit my fortune?"

"No, it's not that, I didn't think that..."

"I didn't..."

"Didn't what? You don't want to have children with me?"

Yang Fan teased. It was obvious that Jiang Lan, this girl, had no schemes; otherwise, she would have long since ditched her family.

"I'm willing! I'll listen to whatever you say..."

"Then move in with me?"

Yang Fan actually liked the feeling of having someone by his side, and holding someone in his arms at night was indeed very nice!

"Okay, should I move my things to the hotel?"

Jiang Lan had actually prepared herself mentally when she took this job. After all, the internet was so advanced now, and she hadn't just heard of this kind of thing once or twice.

After these past few days, she felt that Yang Fan was quite good and someone worth entrusting herself to. Most importantly, he was young, handsome, and quite doting towards her.

"No need to move everything over. I estimate I'll only be staying here for a few days; I'll go buy a house in a few days."

Although this place was nice, he couldn't stay here forever. It was nice to come over occasionally for a change of pace.

"Then should I bring some clothes over?"

"Hmm, go ahead."

"Um..."

"Should I bring protection?"

"What?"

Yang Fan was a bit confused.

"Durex..."

Jiang Lan blushed a little. She shouldn't have been the one to bring this up, but she didn't know if Yang Fan wanted her to get pregnant or not, so she had to ask.

"Bring it."

Yang Fan's main reason was his poor health and kidney failure, so he didn't have any thoughts of having children. After all, he couldn't pass on his poor health to the next generation.

"Okay, boss."

Although Jiang Lan was a little disappointed, it was within her expectations.

As soon as Jiang Lan left, Yang Fan entered the space.

Upon entering, he saw Emperor Taizong of Tang inspecting the rice, happy like a child.

There were also a large number of memorials on the stone table; he had truly treated this space as his own office.

"Ahem, what's there to look at?"

Emperor Taizong of Tang turned around when he heard Yang Fan's voice.

He was stunned when he saw all this rice, piled up so neatly, and in just two days, 200,000 shi of rice had been gathered.

It was all high-quality rice, and most importantly, it didn't cost much to buy it—just a few paintings and calligraphy works, and 8,000 taels of gold.

If this was the case, there would be no shortage of food in the future; he could just buy it directly from Yang Fan.

"How large is the population in your era?"

"Buying so much won't affect the price of grain on your side, will it?"

"1.4 billion people."

Yang Fan was afraid Emperor Taizong of Tang wouldn't understand what "billion" meant, so he used the phrasing that appeared in historical dramas.

The population back then was 450 million.

Emperor Taizong of Tang was dumbfounded the first time he heard this number.

He had also had people check the population of the world; it was around 30 million, and even adding in some unregistered households, it was probably only 35 million.

But how much did Yang Fan say?

"1.4 billion."

"Forty times the population of the Tang Dynasty!"

Emperor Taizong of Tang couldn't imagine how such a massive population could be managed or how it could function.

Even the daily food consumption would be an astronomical figure.

If there were some kind of plague, would hundreds of millions of people die outright?

But with so many people, was there really enough land?

If the Aristocratic Families stirred up trouble, wouldn't there be riots across the land?

Emperor Taizong of Tang felt like he was filled with a hundred thousand whys.

"As for affecting the price of grain..."

"This bit of grain wouldn't even cause a ripple in the market, let alone affect the price of grain."

Although Yang Fan didn't know how much grain the national reserves held.

But it must be at least several hundred million tons.

"Are there no Aristocratic Families controlling the price of grain?"

Hearing Emperor Taizong of Tang's words, a meaningful smile appeared on Yang Fan's face.

"After the Tang Dynasty, the Aristocratic Families were practically wiped out."

"Oh?"

"Which Emperor of My Tang Dynasty was so capable!"

Emperor Taizong of Tang immediately became interested. These Aristocratic Families gave him endless headaches, and he really wanted to learn from that experience.

When he went back last time, he was almost depressed, considering whether to depose the Crown Prince or find a few new teachers for him.

And that Wu Zetian—he had already sent people to keep her under surveillance.

He was also preparing to transfer Zhangsun Wuji to an idle position. Empress Zhangsuns nickname was right; she had warned him about this before.

As for Li Zhi, he was the first one he looked for when he went back, and he beat him so badly that he couldn't get out of bed for three days.

Not learning anything good, but you learned to snatch your father's woman?