My wife is a sword god

Chapter 42 Cooperation
Qin Feng returned to the Qin Mansion and told his father and second mother what happened today.

After Qin Jian'an heard this, he was furious: "It's really deceiving people too much. If I don't sell them Wangyueju, I will use this low-level method. Do you really think that I, the third-class general of Fengguo, is easy to bully?"

The third-class Fengguo general, in Daqian, is really the kind that anyone can step on. Qin Feng didn't answer, but just silently watched his father pretending to be the head of the family in front of his second mother. image.

After some impassioned speeches, Qin Jianan felt comfortable, and managed to get Erniang away, then coughed dryly: "So, Feng'er, what do you think?"

I knew it would be like this. The corner of Qin Feng's mouth twitched, and he immediately told his father about his solution.

When Qin Jian'an heard this, he hesitated: "Feng'er, what is the difference between your actions and deceiving the people? I'm afraid it's not very good?"

Yes, it would be great to spread money outside like you. Qin Feng complained in his heart, and then patiently explained: "It's the city lord's mansion that doesn't put martial virtue first, we just dealt with it.

What's more, we didn't cheat the people's money by doing this. They naturally have their own ideas about where to eat. "

"Okay then." Father finally agreed, and ordered his servants to do it immediately.

And Qin Feng also rushed to Jinyang City to kill the demon division, and met Si Zheng Shi Ziming.

"You said you want to cooperate with my demon slayer?" Shi Ziming poured himself a glass of wine, smiling meaningfully.

"That's right, if Master Si Zheng is willing to agree, I'm willing to share [-]% of Mochizuki's monthly profits with Monster Slayer.

What's more, the monster slayers will get a [-]% discount if they go to Wangyueju for dinner. "

Jinyang City Demon Slaying Division, the monthly salary from the imperial court is very little, and the colleagues in the Demon Slaying Division have already been miserable. By doing this, I will not only allow Wangyueju to get the protection of the Demon Slayer Division, but also sell Shi Ziming Human favor can be said to kill two birds with one stone. Qin Feng thought so.

"Your remarks really touched my heart, but as far as I know, you Mochizuki House seem to have no profit at all?

That being the case, why don't I cooperate with the people of the City Lord's Mansion, but with your Qin family? Shi Ziming put down the wine glass in his hand, and tapped his fingers on the table lightly.

"To tell you the truth, the people from the City Lord's Mansion actually came to me a long time ago." Shi Ziming looked at Qin Feng, waiting for his reaction.

"So what? Lord Sizheng will not agree to them." Qin Feng looked determined.

"Why are you so sure? You know, in Jinyang City, more than [-]% of the restaurants are under the name of the City Lord's Mansion.

In terms of profit alone, I should be working with them, shouldn't I? "Shi Ziming is still probing.

"The reason is very simple, if Sir Si Zheng really wants to cooperate with them, it is impossible for him to stay here and listen to my words all the time.

Moreover, the Ye family of the city lord's mansion is obviously related to the military department of the imperial capital. As far as I know, the demon slayer and the military department have always been at odds, so it is impossible for Mr. Si Zheng to cooperate with them.

Of course, the most important point is that compared to the City Lord's Mansion, investing in me is a sure-fire business. "Qin Feng said loudly.

Hearing this, Shi Ziming couldn't help laughing: "It's good to be young." After saying that, he pushed an empty wine glass for Qin Feng and helped him fill it up.

Seeing this, Qin Feng knew that the matter of cooperation had been secured.

"I promise you."

Hearing the confirmation, Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

"But I have a condition." Shi Ziming said leisurely.

"What conditions?"

"Within two months, you will take down all the restaurants in Jinyang City, except the restaurants under the name of the city lord's mansion, and we, Demon Slayer, want [-]% of the profits of all your restaurants."

Qin Feng frowned and pondered, but Shi Ziming said again: "I know why the City Lord's Mansion wants to buy restaurants in the city?"

"I also ask Mr. Si Zheng to clear up the confusion."

"The people of Fengtian City's Ministry of Industry had been ordered by the Emperor Ming to dig the official road Huarong Road in the southern region a few months ago. If there is no accident, it will take less than three months for Huarong Road to be dug. Go outside Jinyang City." Shi Ziming raised his head and drank a glass of wine.

Qin Feng was shocked when he heard the news.

From ancient times to the present, one of the key factors to promote the development of a place is transportation!
If Huarong Road can really be opened up to the outside of Jinyang City, then Jinyang City will no longer be an unknown small town. After all, the geographical location here is excellent. If it is not restricted by the surrounding mountains and unfavorable transportation, it will be able to grow and develop itself.

And the appearance of official way can solve this problem exactly!

This news is so valuable!
Qin Feng's eyes were shining with golden light, but he still had a trace of doubt in his heart: "It takes a lot of money and manpower to dig out the official road, but the current state treasury is tight, how can the Emperor Ming agree?"

After all, Shi Ziming is the Secretary of the Party, and he knows far more than Qin Feng: "Because, this idea was jointly proposed by the three departments of the Hu Military Industry, and the most important thing is that the Tianjian Guoshi also suggested that the Ming Emperor dig Huarong Road. "

Qin Feng took a deep breath, the Heavenly Superintendent, the existence under one person and over ten thousand people, the person who stood at the top of the literary sage orthodoxy, he opened his mouth, no wonder Minghuang would agree.

"I understand, within two months, the Qin family will take over the rest of the restaurants.

But now, there is still one thing that needs the help of Mr. Si Zheng. "

"Say."

After Qin Feng explained, he took his leave and left.

Shi Ziming looked at Qin Feng's leaving back, and his face became even more smiling: "The Qin family has really produced a remarkable person. Come here!"

Not long after, a gossip spread rapidly in the streets and alleys of Jinyang City.

"Have you heard? Wangyueju has a new dish called hot pot, which can strengthen your body and the price is not expensive, so ordinary people can afford it."

"How did I hear that eating that thing called hot pot can grow taller and nourish yin and yang?"

"I heard that eating that hot pot can improve your beauty."

"Huh? How did I hear that you can live forever if you eat it?"

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No one knew what would happen after eating hot pot, but their curiosity was aroused, and they all rushed towards Wangyueju.

There is still a street away from Wangyueju, and the pleasant aroma comes to the nostrils, which whets the appetite.

Some people swallowed their saliva and wanted to go in and try this dish called hot pot.

But when they saw the long queue at the gate of Wangyue Residence, they were dumbfounded.

When do you have to wait in line for a meal?

Is that thing called hot pot really so magical?

Just when the common people were amazed, a group of grown-ups with demon-slaying orders on their waists walked out of Mochizuki House with satisfied expressions on their faces.

"After eating so many delicacies, I have never felt as comfortable as I am today."

"Isn't it? It's a good thing we came early. If we were late, we might not even have a mouthful of hot soup."

"Brothers, remember to go early tomorrow, I'll treat you."

"Then it's settled!"

Several people hooked their shoulders and left contentedly, staring at everyone present.

What surprised them even more was that Mochizuki actually walked out of a restaurant and put up a plaque, which read - limited ingredients, limited to 300 people per day.

The crowd was completely dumbfounded, they looked at each other in blank dismay, but after a few breaths, they lined up at the end of the line one after another, hoping that they would be lucky enough to be one of the 300 people.
(End of this chapter)