After the rebirth, I lay in the arms of His Highness and won

Chapter 135 Don't Let Others Pull Your Hair in a Bun (Part [-])
The funds are not strong enough to withstand the toss.

"If I give you 200 million taels as an initial capital, half a year later, the profit will be at most 50 taels, and I can at least double it." Thin lips curled up, "What you lack is not only money, but also brains."

She retorted unhappily: "Nonsense, everyone praises me for being smart, eh, except you."

The big hand with well-articulated bones stretched out to the ring bun, pulled it down without hesitation, and smiled grinningly: "How dare you talk back, you don't want the oil shop anymore?"

"pain!"

Dodging with his small head in his arms, his almond eyes are round and full of accusations.

"Tsk, squeamish." He hummed.

If she cries for pain like this, she will suffer in the future.

After a pause, the urn ordered: "You are not allowed to pull your hair bun, do you hear me?"

She stared at him, silently slandering "I thought everyone was as sick as you", and replied casually: "Oh."

This situation made He San on the side puzzled.

Does the master want to raise a daughter-in-law, or an enemy?
He picked up the teacup and took a sip, and concluded: "If the oil factory is still in your hands, the bonus at the end of the year is not enough for me, the manager, to pay for a month, so..."

Tapping the table with his long fingers, He San immediately handed over the drafted contract.

"No problem, just sign."

She suddenly put down her face: "Sign again, the relationship between us climbing a wall, do we still need to sign?"

"Cough." He cleared his throat and said solemnly, "Businessmen should avoid messing with public and private matters. With me, business cooperation is based on documents, and there is no friendship at all."

"Ok."

In fact, calm down, she agrees with this idea.

After reading it carefully, there are dozens of rules and regulations. In a word, the work must be done, but he must be the leader in everything.

Forget it, who told others to be capable.

Without much hesitation, he wrote and signed.

"Changlong's side..."

To be honest, if someone backed her up, she would not be convinced to pay the money directly.

He said leisurely: "Tell the guys to go back and rest for a while, and arrive at the shop at Chenshi in three days."

"Huh? Are you going to..."

As soon as he asked a question, suddenly, there was a burst of screaming:

"There's a fire—someone hurry! My lady is inside—help—"

Turmoil and noise ensued.

"Fire? Where?"

"Lanxiang Pavilion on the second floor, go and have a look!"

She blushed, met his half-smile expression, and said in embarrassment: "Dong'er... is always loyal."

Just now he hinted that he would find an excuse later to confirm her safety, but who would have thought that this maid would make a big move as soon as she made a move.

"I'll explain first, and then go to the oil workshop to make arrangements."

She picked up the hem of her skirt, rushed out in a hurry, and hurried back in two steps, pointing to the table full of pastries, and asked with a smile:
"Master He, please wrap it in oiled paper for me and take it away."

"..."

In the end, it was He San who came forward and Fang comforted the frightened guests and shopkeeper.

Watching the little girl and the maid eating in their arms, and happily boarding the carriage, I couldn't help but laugh.

Turning back to the house, Chu Mu was just moistening the hair, and there was something written at the end of the contract.

The layman may not notice that there is a small blank space deliberately left there, which is usually used by businessmen to use insidious tricks.

He San was a little surprised, the master never did this kind of thing.

He couldn't help stepping forward quickly, and was even more surprised when he saw the content clearly.

"You are..."

He put away the pen, dried the ink, and the whole document looked normal.

Fold it up and give it to a close aide, and tell her: "Send it to the government for imprint, don't let her know."

"According to your plan, the future profit of this oil workshop is immeasurable." He San had to remind, "Besides, the initial investment..."

"Am I short of that little money?" He said lightly, "Instead of getting entangled in this, it is better to take down the Gao family ship as soon as possible. After so many years, there should be a result."

"Yes." He San blushed, and couldn't help asking, "Why don't you tell me such a good thing?"

"Not yet." He bowed, obviously unwilling to talk further, "What time is it?"

"At the end of the day, it should be here soon."

While speaking, there were three long and one short knocks on the door.

He San welcomed them in, closed his backhand tightly, and guarded outside the wing.

The visitor, clothed in a cloth hat, with low eyebrows, enters the house and kneels down to report:
"Master, Concubine Xia does have some contacts in the palace. It has been found out that Fan Jing's master is the fourth prince's mother, Zheng Yan."

"Well, I ordered Wei Yan to urge him to continue to investigate deeply. That Zheng Guifei couldn't have done only one disaster." The person behind the bead curtain thought for a while, and said, "We can start with King Shao."

"My subordinate understands."

He stood up and looked out the window with his hands behind his back: "Has the emperor started to pave the way for the prince?"

"The Holy Majesty treated the princes equally, and never favored anyone." He described the recent situation in the court in detail.

"Power checks and balances." He murmured, then chuckled suddenly, "It's a good move to watch tigers fight from a distance, worthy of being an emperor."

The spy continued: "According to the dark news from the Mingguang Palace, the Holy Majesty rarely expresses his opinion on your movements. Do you want to gradually make indirect remarks?"

"No rush." ​​The phoenix eyes reflected the tree branches not far away that were swaying in the wind, "Wait, wait, the right time."

To make Jun Wenyi sigh, he, who is dispensable and regarded as worthless, is the son who most suits his wishes.

At Chen Shi, when everyone stepped into "Shen Ji" again, they thought it was a hallucination caused by vertigo.

"Dong'er, quickly, pinch me."

Standing in front of the huge door, Yun Jiuqing silently stretched her arms towards the maid.

In just three days, the shops on both sides of the oil mill were emptied and all opened up.

The layout of the countertops, tables, chairs and benches, and even the oil pot have been completely renewed.

The backyard is connected to each other, and it is more than seven or eight times larger. Stone grinding, wooden steamer heating, grain and straw hoop cakes, wooden oil extraction... Each process has a completely independent compartment.

As for the small water truck, it was replaced by two big ones. The ditch was deepened, and the water flowed like a rush, rushing happily, full of power.

Is this still... her poor little workshop?

"Dong'er, please pinch me too." Chu Yuanqing made the same request.

The servant girl weighed left and right, and twisted the young man's forearm fiercely.

"Ouch!" After exclaiming in pain, he felt refreshed, "Little cousin, you are a lucky star! By the way, did Master He agree to help us settle the breach of contract together?"

She consciously kept the identity of Chu Mu's boss a secret, and didn't reveal anything to the eldest brother, so as not to cause unnecessary disturbances.

Mentioning this, he hesitated: "Probably... right."

It has never been stated, who knows what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd.

While hesitating, there was a sudden shout.

The unsuspecting man ran to the back door, unbolted the wooden bolt and opened it.

I saw a long row of flatbed trucks parked in the alley outside, and several clerks walked in without saying a word, carrying cloth bags on their backs.

The leader came in front of them and bowed politely: "By the order of Lord He, one hundred thousand catties of Anfu rapeseed has been delivered, please check it."

"One hundred thousand catties?!"

Chu Yuanqing couldn't believe it, and rushed towards the cart, randomly tore open one of the bags, holding the yellowish-brown seeds in his hands, full of seeds, exuding a tempting fragrance.

(End of this chapter)