Let you be a proton, you chase the empress of the enemy country?

Chapter 43 Saburo, bring food for yourself!

The bookstore is very lively, every clerk is selling books to the guests, not only "Shanhai Tales", but also A Qiang who is sharp-eyed, hurriedly greets another clerk to entertain the guests, and greets the guests himself: "Lord Xun!"

Xun Zhiyin nodded in satisfaction: "How's the business doing recently?"

Ah Qiang smiled and said, "That's great! Master Xun, you don't know that since we were mixed up with the young master, our paper shop and bookstore have come back to life."

Xun Zhiyin nodded in satisfaction: "Good job! Hurry up and show me the ledger."

"what?"

Ah Qiang hesitated: "This... I'm afraid it's not appropriate. The young master said that only he and Miss Hua Chao can retrieve the account book."

Xun Zhiyin frowned: "What? You can't even look at the official? Are you listening to the son or Shang Yin?"

"It must be listening to Shang Yin!"

Ah Qiang sighed: "My lord! Don't embarrass me, this bookstore is indeed a master's word, but after all, Miss Hua Chao is also here..."

"Okay! I don't blame you either."

Xun Zhiyin dispelled this idea, he could use Shang Yin to suppress his buddies, but he dared not be rude to Hua Chao, and hearing him say that Ying Wuji had the final say in the bookstore, he felt more at ease.

Moreover, he said that he would listen to Shang Yin's words, and even more so, his guess was not wrong,

But he still looked at Aqiang: "You have been working here for a long time, tell me how much you have earned!"

Ah Qiang looked around, pulled Xun Zhiyin into the corner, stretched out a finger, and said in a low voice, "To tell you the truth, at least 300 taels a day!"

300 taels, one day!
Wouldn't it cost 9000 taels a month?
This is this!
With a monthly income of nearly [-] taels, which industry in Qianguo can reach this level?
"Good! Good! Good!"

Xun Zhiyin was overjoyed.

Ah Qiang said more and more: "Not only! Last time I heard the son say by chance that the production line has not been released yet. When we become famous in the future, all countries will come to us to wholesale books. It is not impossible to double the volume by then. !"

ten times!
Isn't that 10 taels per month?

Xun Zhiyin became short of breath.

"only……"

Ah Qiang hesitated.

Xun Zhiyin frowned and urged, "Just what?"

"I said, don't be angry, my lord!"

"Say it!"

A Qiang sighed softly: "It's just a pity, young master. I often see him drowning his sorrows with wine, saying that it's a pity that he is full of talents, but he can only stay here as a lowly businessman. The credit is all due to Master Xun. He is dissatisfied. I want to grab Shangyin, but I have no way to go to heaven and nowhere to go."

Xun Zhiyin only felt as if something was pulling the corner of his mouth, making it go up crazily.

But he felt that he couldn't act like a villain, after all, he was not a villain.

Then he put on an indifferent look: "My son is of noble birth, how can he engage in mere lowly merchants, and it will be laughed at when he is passed back to the Qian Kingdom. The son is here, he is the god of Zhenhai in Qianli, and the mere business is still handled by me. Take it for the young master!"

Xun Zhiyin looked fearless, walked around the bookstore with his hands behind his back, sympathized with the staff, and left humming a little tune.The more talented Ying Wuji is, the more credit he has for suppressing him.

The situation here, he has passed back to the Qian Kingdom through the secret method.

On the occasion of the grand meeting of hundreds of schools, Ying Wuque's lineage will send an important person to take over the toilet paper store and bookstore, and then he will make a great contribution.

A Qiang watched him leave, and hurried to the accounting room: "The shopkeeper! Xun Zhiyin is gone."

"Um……"

Hua Chao responded lightly.

Ah Qiang didn't understand: "Why did you ask me to tell him how much money we made?"

Am I flattering?

I pretend!
After being honed by major bookstores last time, Ah Qiang feels that his acting skills have become very stable.

But he didn't understand why he had to tell the truth to Xun Zhiyin.

He is not a person who does not know what is good or bad, whoever treats him well will treat him badly, whoever treats him like a dog will lead him to make money, he knows very well in his heart, if it wasn't for Hua Chao's confession, he would at most look at Shang Yin's face to point Xun Zhiyin size.

Hua Chao smiled: "Don't worry about it, just do it!"

If you don't catch Xun Zhiyin's emotions, how can you make him feel the gap?

Right now, she really wanted to express a sigh of relief for Ying Wuji.

My good brother is handsome and kind. He can let go of our prejudices and make money with me. How can such a good man be bullied by you?
She waved her hand: "Okay! Go and entertain the guests!"

Ah Qiang could only nod: "Okay! The shopkeeper!"

"and many more!"

"Boss, do you have any orders?"

"The shopkeeper is the shopkeeper, and the boss is the boss. Remember not to call me wrong in the future!"

"...Okay, boss!"

"The boss is too ugly."

"Then I will call you..."

"Call me the lady boss, and talk to the other guys."

"Okay, boss lady!"

Hua Chao pursed her lips and finally showed a satisfied smile.

She sat down and looked at the account book full of memories, feeling unprecedented peace of mind.

These days, there is less pursuit of the so-called romantic talents, but the heart is extremely full.

There is such a person, just standing by, can give people an unparalleled sense of security.

And he is not useless to him.

"If you can be with him..."

Hua Chao paused, and spat lightly: "Don't be ashamed! Even my good brother's idea."

She shook her head with a smile, and took out a bronze mirror from her bosom. The woman in the mirror was still gentle and charming, like a peach blossom in March, just in bloom.

It's a pity that the flowering period of winter and summer may be over in a few rounds.

When being picked, there may be a little throbbing.

But where there is picking, there is also discarding.

Instead of this, it's better to stay where you should stay and wither alone.

"That's it, it's good."

……

Jiangcheng is the capital of the prosperous age, and countless scholars came from all over the world with ambitions, determined to become virtuous officials.

Although there are not so many officials in the court for them, there are also great sages who recruit disciples.

Jiangcheng has a total of [-] diners, including [-] Xiangbang Luoyan, [-] Pingling Jun, and [-] other wealthy families.

The Prime Minister's Mansion is naturally very lively. In normal times, Luo Yan would often drink and chat with his diners, astronomy, geography, politics and military affairs, and they could talk in simple terms no matter what the topic was.

It's just that Luo Yan didn't chat with the disciples today, but returned to his yard rarely.

Stone table, stone bench.

Porridge, side dishes.

Although Luo Yan is not yet sixty, his hair has turned gray due to years of overwork.

But even though he looks a little old, he still has the bearing and majesty of a prime minister of a country. Even if he is dressed in coarse linen and sitting so simply, it makes people feel that his bearing is extraordinary.

The spicy radish is crispy and he eats it very well.

I took a sip of the porridge, feeling extremely comfortable in my stomach.

Only then did he glance at Luo Ming who was standing beside him, with a rigid and solemn expression: "Sanlang, please sit down."

"Yes!"

Luo Ming nodded respectfully, walked across to Luo Yan, and sat down on the stone bench.

Luo Yan raised his eyelids: "Sanlang, get yourself some food!"

"Yes!"

Luo Ming responded, and the father and son began to eat in such a strict manner.

After eating, Luo Yancai asked: "What have Sanlang gained these days?"

Luo Ming reported earnestly: "Following the study of Confucian sages, let's fight for the debates of famous scholars and sages."

"Where's Hua Chao? How about it!"

"It's a long story..."

Luo Ming recounted what happened in recent days in detail.

Luo Yan did not comment, but looked a little disappointed.

"Master! Third young master!"

At this moment, the porter hurried over: "Young Master of Yan Kingdom, Ji Su and Wei Teng, please see me!"

(End of this chapter)