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Chapter 272 Su Yan's Black History
"Pleasant to work with."

After having lunch in the Hua Clan's field, Hua Yan, the head of the Hua Clan, sent Su Yan and Fox Mother out with a smile.

The current cooperation between the two parties has also reached an agreement. Hua Yan is willing to help with the pastry workshop and the recruitment of temporary yamen servants by the government. However, there are also some twists and turns in the transaction.

For things like cake workshops, the cooperation between the two parties adopts the OEM production model.Huayan said that she sent people to Xia Yu's major cities to conduct taste surveys, and the Hua family contributed funds and provided raw materials. At the beginning of the cooperation, the two parties adopted a [-]-[-] split account model, and Su Yan could get [-]%.

After the Hua family has recovered the cost, Su Yan and the Hua family will divide the account [-]-[-]. If the sales that Su Yan is in charge of can be shipped in large quantities, then Su Yan can get [-]% of it, and the Hua family will take the rest. Thirty percent.

Of course, this was Hua Yan's proposal, but Su Yan did not agree.

Su Yan doesn't want the income of the pastry workshop. Both parties are responsible for their own parts. They are responsible for research and development and formula provision, while Huayan is responsible for production, and they can provide themselves with cheap pastries without participating in the management of the workshop.

But Su Yan can give opinions on the rectification of the workshop.

After thinking about it, Huayan agreed. The joint management of the workshop by the two parties is extremely easy to disagree on opinions, and Su Yan is also worried that after he leaves, the actual control of the workshop will be completely lost. rectification powers.

The accounts of the workshop are fully settled, as for the wages for recruiting temporary yamen servants and the kickbacks from the Red King.

The two sides just chatted a few words casually, and they were all shady things that couldn't be counted too clearly. In short, everyone has Lingshi to earn money.

Huayan didn't take this part of the money, just let Su Yan put it all into wages, and he was addicted to it.

On weekdays, the Red King rides on his head, but now he can eat his spirit stones, no matter how much he eats, in short, this time he won the numbness and let the Red King lose his money.

"The little fox has grown up, and he knows how to fight for what he deserves!"

Mother Fox, who didn't say much during the whole process, and didn't even introduce herself, after leaving Hua's house, hugged Su Yan from behind with a happy face, and said:
"Before I came here, I thought about whether you would lose the wind in the verbal dispute, make the little faces of those old men run red, and then directly change back to the original body like before, get under my skirt, oh Calling me to call you back!"

"Unexpected, you"

"mom!"

Seeing Mother Fox lamenting her growth, but talking about the dark history in the past, Su Yanbai's cheeks turned red, and she quickly pinched Mother Fox's cheeks and began to pull her to prevent her from continuing to talk about herself.

"How many years ago, don't talk about it! It's just one time, how do you still remember it!"

At that time, Su Yan had just been born for about a year, and Mother Fox and Father Long took Su Yan out for an outing.

Su Yan was jumping in the grass, and happened to meet a cultivator who was flying with a sword. As soon as the man saw Su Yan, he immediately noticed the evil spirit in him. In order to prevent Su Yan from growing up and harming one party, the man was ready to kill This little demon.

Su Yan sensed the malice and saw the light, so he ran towards mother fox.

The bluestone was wet and slippery, Su Yan slid smoothly to the bottom of Mother Fox's skirt and hugged her thigh before stopping her figure.

Although the meeting was not pleasant, after Mother Fox and Father Long intervened, Su Yan also had a pleasant time with the monk, and he also taught Su Yan how to slide on the grass.

The monk was lying on the hilly grass, and Mother Fox put Su Yan on the monk's back and let them slide down.

If you make my son's fur dirty, if you don't clean him up to make him happy, you'll give it to me!understand?

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Three days passed.

In the void of the imperial palace in Xia Yu's main city, not far from the body of Emperor Wusheng, there was a wave of ripples in the space, and sections of stumps poured out from the gap in the space and fell to the ground.

Finally, a white arm holding a large glazed jar stretched out from the gap in the space, and threw the glazed jar in which Zhenjun Daohua was imprisoned on the ground of the Jingxin Hall.

The owner of the white arm did not appear, and after throwing Zhenjun Daohua in front of Emperor Wusheng, he retracted.

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Daohua Zhenjun, who was sealed in the jar, raised his head and met the eyes of Emperor Wusheng. There was no living person's anger in those eyes, only a sense of indifference.

As if to say, everything is meaningless to her, nothing is important.

After meeting Wusheng Emperor, Daohua Zhenjun showed a very forced smile on his cheek:

"The junior Daohua Zhenjun has seen the senior, and I don't know what instructions the senior specially recruited the junior."

Although he didn't know Emperor Wusheng, but the emperor in front of him dressed up as a female cultivator was definitely not a disobedient existence. Zhenjun Daohua directly slid and knelt on the ground, and respectfully asked Emperor Wusheng what she wanted from him.

Emperor Wusheng didn't speak, he raised his hand, and asked the guards outside the Jingxin Hall to pick up the soul of Zhenjun Daohua, and sent it directly to the Zhenmagic Division for soul searching.

The eunuchs and maids followed. The eunuchs picked up the remains of Zhenjun Daohua, and the maids took out water and rags from the storage ring to clean up the blood that leaked from the stumps of Zhenjun Daohua on the ground.

Emperor Wusheng didn't speak, and the imperial guards, eunuchs and maids also didn't speak, but they dealt with the affairs here extremely skillfully, as if they had gone through countless rehearsals.

After half a stick of incense, the Jingxin Hall returned to its former peace and tranquility.

Zhenjun Daohua's sixth sense is still very accurate, and he is really not important to Emperor Wusheng.

Therefore, Emperor Wusheng didn't even say a word, so he asked the guards to escort Zhenjun Daohua to search for his soul.

The swiftness and decisiveness of his actions made Zhenjun Daohua unable to utter a word of temptation or begging for mercy.

Daohua Zhenjun is now completely dumbfounded, and he didn't even realize what happened.

The physical body he occupies is not considered strong, so just sitting in the tea shop to rest his feet, he didn't even drink the tea, the feeling of the world spinning, and a blue meteorite directly bombarded the tea shop where he was resting.

In Zhenjun Daohua's mind, the words Falling Star City were just born, and he was instantly dismembered by the monks of Falling Star City.

When he came back to his senses, he appeared in Xia Yu and was thrown in front of Emperor Wusheng.

So what exactly happened?Why have they never dealt with Falling Star City before, why can they find themselves through astrology, and who is the woman dressed as the emperor in front of them?

Before being searched for his soul, True Monarch Daohua was thinking about which god he had offended.

Following the arrest of Zhenjun Daohua, the arrest warrant for the title on the gold list was also removed.

Sister Xi'er also leisurely came back from other places, and ran to Princess Wuxi's house:
"Get up, little lazy fox! We're leaving!"

"Don't go crazy at night!"

Princess Wuxi asked Miss Xi'er to hold her hind legs and glance at the dark and dull scenery outside the window. The little fox's paws firmly pulled out the quilt and kicked her legs, telling Miss Xi'er to stop making trouble.

(End of this chapter)