Chapter 50 sway

Su Manshu didn't talk about money all his life, but spent tens of thousands of gold with his hands.Every time you go to Shanghai, you must drive a gorgeous and majestic carriage.One day, I went to a restaurant with my friend for dinner. The friend asked him how much the carriage cost, and he replied, "Eight yuan." "It's not like this." Gai Manshu took pleasure in luxury. One day, Su Manshu got a dozen banknotes from a friend, so excited, he went to Xiaonanmen to buy a blue cloth cassock, and paid twenty yuan regardless of the price.The store clerk wanted to tell the person who paid, but Manshu had already put on his clothes and gone out for a dozen steps.The rest of the coins fell down on the way.After returning, a friend asked him what he would get in exchange for tens of dollars, but Manshu only showed him an old cassock and a few packs of cigars.

Su Manshu doesn't care about financial management at all, and when he has savings, he squanders them as he pleases.If the bomb is in the bag, it must be removed as quickly as possible.When Manshu lived in Shanghai, once he had a little more luggage, he liked to stay in foreign hotels. He said that if he didn't live in a foreign hotel for a month, he would feel unwell. Zhang Zhuoshen recalled that when he and Li Yimin traveled to Shanghai, "Manshu invited back and forth for Thai and Western food. During the banquet, they went to the Tung Blossom Restaurant, and the flowers and snow came from the south. Gai Manshu was passionate and full of money, so he went to the Tung Blossom Restaurant to have a drink and meet. Manshu If you don't know how to fight birds, you will often be replaced by Qianqian. For wine, you must use two tables to form a table-style table, full of guests and friends, talking and laughing. Manshu is taciturn and keeps his eyes fixed, just like an old monk in meditation. It is the same in Huaxuenan. The two places went back and forth in turn, and the entertainment was very even. The trick called Manshu a monk, and Manshu also responded to him."

One day, Su Manshu happily told Zhu Wenxin that his brother had remitted 100 yuan from Japan, and he planned to go to Hongkou.Not long after, I saw Manshu holding two bags and returned happily.Zhu Qiang took it for inspection, one was snacks and the other was embroidered handkerchiefs.Zhu roughly estimated that the dim sum cost seven or eight yuan, and the handkerchief actually cost eight or ninety yuan. After deducting the round-trip fare, the remaining was only about two yuan.Due to excessive spending, Manshu sighed: "The expenses are always not enough." Tang Yunyu recalled that Su Man was very clean, so she would throw away clothes after wearing them for a few days and buy new ones instead of washing them and putting them on again.The same is true for shoes, the white cloth and rubber-soled shoes he wears, as long as there is a little stain on them, they will be given to others, or discarded in a corner of the room, let them rot, and then buy new ones to wear.

When he was in Java, Manshu bought sporadic utensils. If the price of the item was five cents or one dong, and the banknote he took out was five dong or ten dong, he would give the money back to the person who bought the item through his hands.He spends money lavishly, and his friends know his temperament, so they often offer him money to buy cigars. In 1914, Su Manshu lived in a hotel in Japan. Because he had no money to pay the rent, the owner stopped providing him with meals and planned to drive him away.Someone told Sun Yat-sen about this, and Sun asked someone to go and see Manshumeng lying on the bed. The owner of the shop frequently walked out the window, waiting for an opportunity to drive Manshu away.Sun Mang asked Song Jiaoren to donate 500 yuan to Ji Manshu.After Manshu got the money, he spent more than a hundred yuan on the rent, and used all the rest of the money to entertain guests.It was late, and dozens of guests were invited, and the police were present to serve attentively.After the banquet, Manshu invited the guests to watch a play at the most luxurious Imperial Theater in Japan, and then hired a car to take the guests home after watching. He spent all five hundred yuan overnight.Sun and Song were also invited. When they received the invitation, they looked at each other, dumbfounded.

After Manshu returned, he told the shopkeeper, "I don't want to live here anymore. I'm moving out today, and all my luggage will be given to you." Please forgive me." Manshu closed his eyes and clapped his hands together, "Sin! Sin!" Jiang Kesheng recorded the story of Su Manshu in "Master Ji Manshu": Su Manshu once painted miniature portraits of more than a dozen British kings, which are superb.An American friend saw it and couldn't put it down, so Manshu gave it all to him.The Americans displayed it at an exhibition, which was extremely sensational, and the British and Americans competed to buy it for a while.The last Englishman sold for $50,000.The Americans felt extremely regretful after the sale, and felt it was a shame to get the money, so they took out the money to support Manshu.After Manshu asked the reason, he said with a smile: "There is no injury, Nagu gave you the painting book. The right to collect and sell it belongs to you, not to me. The fruits of my paintings can immediately make you rich, and this is a matter of eternal love." When Manshu was planning to return to China, the friend held a farewell banquet and prepared luggage for him, hiding 3,000 U.S. dollars at the bottom of Manshu's suitcase.

Everyone on board knew about it.During the trip, someone played poker, and one of three was missing, so Laman made up the number.Manshu said no, so someone taught him how to play. When Manshu said he had no money, someone said, "Three thousand pieces of gold are worthless?" "You can't take it, it doesn't matter if you win or lose." Manshu then joined the battle, and the three thousand dollars were quickly lost.Playing again the next day, although Manshu was penniless, he "sit calmly and turn the tables" and won more than a thousand dollars at once.At this time, Manshu said that he was hungry and wanted a truce.Some of the passengers laughed at him for winning the money and running away. Manshu said with a smile: "If you take it, you can't do it. It doesn't matter if you win or lose money." The man was at a loss for words.When the ship arrived in San Francisco, Manshu bought more than a thousand yuan in cigars and candy, and invited the passengers on the same ship to enjoy them.

After Su Manshu traveled to the West Lake with his friends, he said that he would wait for his friends in Hangzhou, so he wanted to stay in Hangzhou for a few more days.His friend Yang Cangbai was worried that he was short of money, so he asked him in English how much money he had in his pocket.He replied: "One dollar (one dollar)." Huang Asheng recalled Su Manshu's way: "The teacher is quite good at eating, and he used up four or five pots of food on the table. The rice grains fell off the plate and swallowed it, saying: 'Amitabha, a grain of grain, you should remember its hard-won. .' However, he is very profligate, and he travels as much as he likes, and drives as ordered, regardless of the expenses of the horse and horse. When he runs out of money, he will live at the desk and ask for a loan. There is no one who does not respond immediately. Since he has made friends on weekdays, it can be seen here."

Every time Su Manshu was in Shanghai, he would choose colors and sing songs with celebrities all day and night.Occasionally, there are prostitutes in the seat who suffer from their life experience, that is, they will give them all they have in their pockets. Although they don't spare a lot of money, they don't care about watching and suspecting their squandering.Or Zayue sat in a small room without saying a word, and when he was hungry, he drank clear water and ate steamed millet. Jiang Kesheng's "Records of the Venerable Manshu" records: "The governor of Yingshi (Chen Qimei) opened the mansion Songbin, so he has a lot of affection, and he keeps his residence warmly. The Venerable Master never seized an official to damage his career. Yingshi laughed and said: 'Na Living in the wind and dust, don't let the gold on the head of the bed be exhausted.' Thousands of gold are often spent over a month, and then they will be given back. There is no less stinginess. Only a hero can know a son, and a son can know a hero."

Someone counted Su Manshu's account books and found that the expenditure for the "brothel Chuguan" was as much as 1,877 yuan, while the monthly salary of the maid was only 1 yuan at that time.Chen Taoyi once criticized Manshu loudly in the brothel, saying: "You are a monk, and a monk should abstain from lust. How can you be so tempted?" Liu Wuji said of Su Manshu: "His attitude towards his articles is as indifferent as his money and health." Tang Yunyu concluded: "He (Su Manshu) was often hungry; he coveted cigars; he was lying in the hospital with poverty and illness; he also hid in a ruined temple by the West Lake; he—— What happened to me, how depressed I was, how out of date I was, how poor I was, I wrote letters to my friends to ask for a loan, or I could receive a salary in my career, I should pay more attention to the yellow and white things, no, Absolutely not, these external things really can't touch the heart of the poet monk. Although I'm hungry, I can't live without the cassock and cigars when I get the money, and once I buy them, I have to spend them all; Gold teeth can also be pulled out to replace cigarettes, so that they can smoke rings a few times; poverty and illness make them lie on the sickbed, so it’s okay if they don’t have money, but if they have money? Newly produced German toys, they must be bought for fun. No; you can also be alone in the ruined temple in the West Lake, where there is a "sad and tragic air between the brows", or you can wear a straight suit and eat flower wine in Shanghai; won't he feel that when he encounters poverty? Is it painful? No, when you were more happy, didn’t you remember the difficulty of wandering? No, in the eyes of Master Manshu, it was nothing. When he gave lectures on Jalan Chinese School, a A salary of one hundred and twenty-five dong per month, the price of the whole month is tiring, and we will not hesitate to spend it in dozens of hours. Therefore, we understand this monk who does not know good and bad, don't pity him, don't go Forgive him."