Joy of Life: Starting by clinging to the eldest princess's coattails!

Wu Feng returned to the inn quietly, closed the door, leaned against the door panel, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Judging from the reactions of Ye Songnian and the others, they probably believed it.

I believe it, at least for now.

He walked to the window, looked at the night view of Suzhou, and suddenly felt a strange, indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

"Old Ye," he said softly to the air, "do you think I owe you something? We don't even know each other, and I was the one who collected your body when you died. Now I have to use your connections to do you a favor."

"But what I said isn't wrong either," Wu Feng smiled, "Only if they listen to me can I protect them in the future. So please don't mind my offense tonight."

Wu Feng turned around and walked to the table, where he lit a candle.

As the dim light spread out, he took out his makeup kit and began removing his makeup in front of the mirror.

After removing her makeup, she put the makeup bag given to her by the system back into her inventory and washed her face with water.

The cold water splashed on his face, completely waking him up.

Tonight was really exciting.

Wu Feng took off his coat, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

But the scene in the backyard of Qingyutang was still replaying in my mind.

The shock, excitement, and disbelief in the eyes of Ye Songnian and the other three when they saw "Ye Qingmei".

It seems that Ye Qingmei holds a more important place in these people's hearts than he imagined.

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The following morning, Wu Feng woke up to find it already bright daylight.

He got up and stretched, then opened the window, and the bustling sounds of Suzhou immediately flooded in.

Have the waiter bring breakfast.

After finishing my meal and going downstairs, I had just reached the lobby of the inn when two figures came up to me.

Both were in their thirties; one was dressed in fine silk clothes, while the other was dressed in coarse cloth.

The two men wore smiles, but those smiles carried a condescending politeness.

The one on the left is Su Peisheng, the head of the Su family.

The tall, thin man on the right, with shrewd eyes, is none other than Ming Qingda, the current head of the Ming family.

"Lord Wu," Su Peisheng said with a bow and a beaming smile, "I am truly sorry for my neglect yesterday. My father has specially instructed that a banquet be held at Zuixianlou tonight, and I humbly request that Lord Wu grace us with his presence."

Ming Qingda then spoke, his tone even more direct:

"Lord Wu, I have also prepared a small banquet at my humble abode. Several prominent figures from Suzhou will be there. Since you are new here, Lord Wu, this is a good opportunity for you to get to know them."

After they finished speaking, they both looked at Wu Feng.

They did it on purpose today.

The point is to see which banquet this "imperial envoy" sent by the princess will choose to attend.

Whichever side Wu Feng chooses, it means he will have to choose one side in Suzhou.

As for whether Wu Feng would refuse?

They never even considered it.

One is the head of the Su family, and the other is the current head of the Ming family. Although they are puppets, they still hold the title.

The fact that the two of them came to invite us in person already shows them a great deal of respect.

How dare a lackey of a princess defy them?

Wu Feng looked at the two men, his face expressionless.

He truly hadn't expected that these prominent families in Suzhou would be so arrogant.

Don't you even understand the principle that a seventh-rank official is treated like a servant in front of the prime minister's gate?

Wu Feng suddenly found it a little funny.

He had originally planned to allocate a portion of the goods from the three major workshops to these established families for sale, thus expanding the market.

After all, these people have no bottom line and can sell their goods in gray areas that Qingyutang cannot reach, where the profits are huge.

But now it seems...

We need to replace them.

Wu Feng glanced at the two men indifferently, not even bothering to reply, and simply strode through them, heading towards the outside of the inn.

The smiles on Su Peisheng and Ming Qingda's faces froze.

They stood there, stunned, watching Wu Feng's figure disappear at the inn's entrance, unable to react for a long time.

In the inn's lobby, the other guests and staff all secretly glanced this way, their eyes filled with surprise.

Who was that young man just now? How dare he disregard the Su family head and the Ming family head like that?

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on the street.

Wu Feng touched the imperial edict in his pocket.

Because the three major districts are so important, this decree can even mobilize the troops of the Suzhou camp when necessary.

He is not Ye Qingmei.

There is no such thing as being soft-hearted.

If he were strong enough now, he really wanted to go directly to the Su family and the Ming family and give those old masters Su and Ming a few slaps across the face.

Unfortunately, it's not the right time yet.

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The atmosphere at Qingyutang's Suzhou branch is quite different today.

When Wu Feng walked in, Ye Songnian, Ye Baizhou, and other managers of Qingyutang were all there.

To his surprise, the three treasurers from the three major wards, Wang Ganju and Chen Youliang, as well as the treasurer from the Bing ward and several other managers, also came.

Upon seeing Wu Feng enter, everyone stood up in unison.

"Lord Wu." Ye Songnian took the lead in bowing, his respectful attitude surprising even Wu Feng.

"What is this all about...?" Wu Feng glanced at the crowd.

"Lord Wu," Ye Songnian stepped forward, his voice steady but clear, "from this day forward, all members of Qingyutang and the three major workshops are willing to follow Lord Wu's lead."

Everyone else bowed in unison, saying, "We are willing to follow Lord Wu's lead."

Wu Feng looked at them, his mind perfectly clear.

It seems that last night's scene went even better than he expected.

He produced neither the imperial edict nor any tokens from Princess Liang.

None of these are needed anymore.

"Okay," Wu Feng said, uttering only one word.

There were no further words, but both sides understood.

No one mentioned Ye Qingmei, and no one asked what kind of deal Wu Feng had with "her".

Some things are better left unsaid.

At this point, Wu Feng had essentially completed the task assigned by Li Yunrui.

He only needed to wait for the person sent by the eldest princess to arrive in Suzhou before he could return to the capital to report back.

but……

The three major workshops and Qingyutang are nominally owned by Li Yunrui, but secretly they are already considered Wu Feng's businesses.

Then he has to deal with these local bullies in Suzhou to prevent future troubles.

"Manager Ye," Wu Feng turned to Ye Songnian, "did Ye Qingmei have a place to stay in Suzhou back then?"

Ye Songnian paused for a moment, then realized: "Miss does indeed have a villa in Suzhou, in the west of the city."

"Take me there," Wu Feng said. "From today onwards, I'll live there."

Now that he is the secret new owner of the three major pharmacies and Qingyutang, he has no intention of staying at an inn anymore.

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Wu Feng left Qingyutang less than half a day ago.

Almost everyone in Suzhou who had power or influence knew that the three major workshops and Qingyutang had truly pledged allegiance to Princess Li Yunrui.

Moreover, this news was announced personally by people from Qingyutang and the three major pharmacies.

The Ming family's old residence.

The teacup in Madam Ming's hand shattered on the ground with a "crash," shards of porcelain and tea splashing everywhere.

"Kneeled?" Her voice was chillingly cold. "Only three days, and you've already knelt?"

Old Master Cui sat opposite him, his face ashen: "What exactly happened? What did that Wu Feng do?"

The Su and Gu families were also in an uproar.

They had a perfectly good plan.

The three major pharmacies, Qingyutang, and the Eldest Princess are at odds. If the Eldest Princess wants to win over both sides, she has to rely on these local families.

Because they can replace Qingyutang and become the new sales channel for the three major pharmacies.

This is their bargaining chip.

But now...

Within three days of Wu Feng's arrival in Suzhou, the three major workshops and Qingyutang were completely overthrown.

He knelt down decisively and without hesitation.

"Investigate!" Old Master Su slammed his hand on the table. "Find out exactly what happened in these past three days!"