Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

When soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it.

Gu Mingyue glanced at Lu Qinghe and nodded at him.

"Mr. Lu, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Lu Qinghe returned the greeting with a cupped-hand salute, his posture so perfect that not a single flaw could be found.

"I, Lu, have met Master Gu. His Highness instructed that if Master Gu needs any help with the accounting, he should feel free to send me."

His voice was polite, his attitude respectful, and his eyes were clear, suggesting he had no complicated thoughts.

The more someone is like that, the harder they are to deal with.

The King of Qi did not investigate her directly, nor did he summon her for questioning.

He chose the most dignified way.

Arrange for a shrewd advisor to stay politely by her side and "help her with the accounts."

If this person was spying on her, they actually came to help her.

If she says no, then she's guilty.

The next people to arrive will most likely be from the Control Yuan.

What a cunning and scheming King Qi!

Gu Mingyue silently made a mental note of Xiao Jue's actions.

"it is good."

She nodded to Lu Qinghe.

"If you follow me from now on, you'll probably have to travel a lot, and it will be quite tiring."

After all, Gu Mingyue was a workaholic before she transmigrated, and was nicknamed "the female demon".

Working overtime and staying up late are common occurrences.

Her subordinates were exhausted, but she could still drink two cups of coffee and keep going for two more days.

Lu Qinghe waved his hand, "You're too kind, boss. My legs are still fine."

"Okay, that's good."

Gu Mingyue glanced at the "assistant duo" beside her.

Yiwu Station is on the left, and Luqinghe Station is on the right.

One judges people, the other judges money.

It seems that her future investment plans cannot afford to reveal even the slightest flaw.

Every expenditure on the books must correspond to a plausible business logic.

Losing money is acceptable, but it has to be done in a way that resembles a legitimate business transaction.

They were perfectly justified in paying the compensation. It was entirely their duty to pay it.

The losses were so great that after Lu Qinghe finished checking the accounts, he could only go back and tell the Prince of Qi:

This girl is a total sucker; she's terrible at business, but she's a master at spending money.

She lowered the carriage curtain and settled herself inside.

"Gong Huo".

"exist."

"Go to the south of the city, to Powa Lane."

She paused for a moment.

"I want to see the shop."

The carriage swayed slightly, the wheels rolling over the cobblestone road as it headed south of the city.

Lu Qinghe rode a donkey, following leisurely behind the carriage.

……

Broken Tiles Alley was even worse than Gu Mingyue had imagined.

The carriage could only go as far as the alley entrance before it could go any further.

The road was narrow, and the bamboo poles and clotheslines extending from the sheds on both sides blocked out half of the sky overhead.

The road surface is bare yellow soil, which had rained a few days ago.

The mud was trampled into a sticky mess by the feet of passersby.

It emitted a foul odor, as if it had been fermenting for three days.

The shantytowns on both sides are crooked and crammed together.

Wooden pillars supported thatched roofs, and some even skipped the wooden pillars altogether, simply using broken straw mats to build a shed that swayed in the wind.

The air smelled of spoiled food, moldy wood, and excrement mixed together.

When you take a deep breath, your internal organs tremble.

Gu Mingyue got out of the car and walked straight ahead.

Peach Blossom cried out "Ouch!" from behind, lifted her skirt, and jumped over a puddle of dirty water, almost twisting her ankle.

Yi Wu walked at the front, his eyes scanning both sides, his steps never stopping.

The people in the alley reacted in various ways when they saw the group enter.

Some quickly retreated into the shed and pulled the curtains shut, while others squatted motionless against the wall, staring intently as if they were looking at some rare object.

A barefoot child crawled out from under the shed, stared at Gu Mingyue's brocade skirt for a long time, and was pulled back by a large hand from behind.

They dared not offend such a distinguished guest with such a grand procession.

Lu Qinghe walked to Gu Mingyue's right rear, half a step away, neither too close nor too far.

Gu Mingyue walked forward, her gaze sweeping from the way the shanty was built to the direction of the drainage ditch.

There is no unified sewage discharge channel.

Domestic wastewater was poured directly into the middle of the alley.

The sewage and rainwater mixed together and flowed into low-lying areas, forming small puddles.

Flies were buzzing.

She then looked at the several elderly people squatting at the base of the wall.

Their faces were sallow, their lips were chapped, and one of them was coughing intermittently, his whole body trembling from the cough.

Nobody cares.

It would be a miracle if an epidemic didn't break out in a place like this.

Wastewater and drinking water are mixed together, people and animals live together, and there is zero ventilation.

The spread of an epidemic only needs a trigger.

A heavy rain, a filthy well, or a body that wasn't dealt with in time.

She withdrew her gaze, her face remaining expressionless.

There is an empty shop on the right-hand side of the alley entrance.

Gu Mingyue walked over and looked her up and down.

The three old shops were combined together, with two doors removed and placed against the wall, covered with a layer of grayish-green mold.

Inside, the dusty counter was just a skeleton, with several strands of spider webs hanging from the crossbeam.

But the roof tiles were still intact and hadn't collapsed.

The walls are made of blue bricks. Although there are a few cracks, they feel solid and can withstand heavy loads.

It has two courtyards, one in front and one behind.

The front yard is spacious enough to fit seven or eight tables and chairs, plus a large stove.

The backyard is long and narrow, with a well at its tail.

Gu Mingyue walked around the shop once, and finally stood back at the entrance, looking up at the eaves.

The roof tile has a lotus pattern, an old style.

This shop has been empty for at least three to five years.

"Gong Huo".

"exist."

"Go find the broker in this area and ask who owns this shop, whether it's for rent or sale, and what the price is."

Gong Huo accepted the order, turned around and disappeared into the depths of the alley in just a few steps.

Gu Mingyue stepped into the shop and slowly walked around the front hall.

She tapped the east wall with her knuckles, then tapped the west wall.

The voice was deep and resonant, not hollow.

Squat down and look at the cracks between the bricks on the ground.

The cracks were filled with dry soil, with no trace of water.

"The bricks are old and sturdy. The foundation has never been flooded."

She stood up and wiped the dust off her fingers on her sleeve.

"The cracks in the wall can be repaired; no major work is needed."

"Build a shed in the front yard to serve as a medicinal cuisine hall, and partition off two rooms in the back yard to serve as storerooms."

"Yi Wu, go fetch a bucket of well water. I'll test it first. If it works, we'll use it directly; if not, we'll figure something out."

She spoke quickly and in great detail, as if she had seen blueprints.

Yi Wu gave a cold "humph".

He's a palace official; he doesn't obey just anyone's orders.

Gu Mingyue turned around and glanced at him.

"Once we've finished building the shop, we'll invite His Highness to come and visit."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Yi Wu flew away in a flash to fetch well water.

Lu Qinghe carefully examined the courtyard and frowned.

He had served the King of Qi for eight years and had seen every kind of shop.

This was the first time he had ever seen a business owner specifically choose such a terrible place to open a shop.

"Master,"

He carefully considered his words.

"Excuse my bluntness, but this alley doesn't even have a decent road."

"The southern part of the city is the most remote area of ​​Kyoto, and this Powa Alley is the lowest level in the southern part of the city."

"Opening a shop here... you're not planning to make money?"

He was being polite.

To put it bluntly: Are you planning to sell stolen goods?

Gu Mingyue smiled.

She certainly didn't intend to make money.

To open a traditional Chinese medicine shop in such a remote corner, with prices set at one tael of gold per pound.

Within a radius of three miles, the inhabitants were all impoverished people who couldn't even get enough to eat.

Who will buy it? A ghost will buy it?

What she wanted was for no one to notice and no one to buy it.

The fewer you sell, the better; as long as there's a turnover on the books, that's fine.

But she couldn't say that.

Especially not in front of Lu Qinghe's little notebook.

Gu Mingyue turned her head and glanced at the book in Lu Qinghe's hand.

He turned around, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked around to the center of the shop.

He made a gesture as if he were calculating something.

"Mr. Lu, have you ever heard of the auspicious wealth position in the capital?"

Lu Qinghe: "..."