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Chapter 85 Are You Really Meng Qianxin?

If he hadn't met him, he might not have known about Duan Tai's plot.

Thinking of Duan Tai's aggressive face at that time, Gu Zhiyuan felt an unknown fire in his heart, but looking at Meng Xiaosuo's faint brows, the fire seemed to be extinguished by a spring rain, leaving only wisps of hot smoke .

"It's okay, we will meet again in the future." He said firmly.

"By the way, where's your bodyguard Li Wutao?" Meng Xiaosuo suddenly remembered this person.

"I have allowed him to 'retire and return to his hometown' for a while. It is said that he is studying the way of doing business, employing many farmers, catching frogs in the fields, and selling them to various restaurants." Speaking of this, Gu Zhiyuan's complexion became a little bit Awkward.If Li Wutao hadn't been in front of him often, mentioning his already arranged marriage, which made him very upset, he wouldn't have allowed this guard who had followed him for more than ten years to leave casually.

Meng Xiaoshu frowned: "Will the crops in that field be attacked by insects?"

Gu Zhiyuan shook his head with a wry smile: "He had already expected this, not only expected it, but also came up with a countermeasure."

"What countermeasure?" Meng Xiaocom asked curiously.

"He first bought a large amount of wild grass, and then hired people to catch frogs and sell them to Yaoyuelou, making this way of eating popular and making a lot of money. If there are no frogs in the field, there will naturally be pests. Mangcao is sold to farmers for deworming and earns a fortune." Gu Zhiyuan said.

"I can't tell, but this person is very smart." If he was born 2000 years later, he might become a great black-hearted capitalist.Meng Xiaocom thought.

"He also told me a truth, saying that profit is like a big pie, and many people have been sharing it since ancient times. If you want to eat more, there is another way besides making the pie bigger, which is to squeeze a part of it. In the same way, a person's heart is like a piece of cake, to occupy more space, the only way is to squeeze others away." Gu Zhiyuan said.

Meng Xiaocom couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.Such an advanced idea actually appeared as early as ancient times, this is really...

"I heard that he is doing a new kind of business recently. First, he negotiated with some big restaurants frequented by businessmen and officials, and then sent the girls from the brothels to those restaurants to drink with some important guests..." Gu Zhiyuan said He looked suddenly a little embarrassed, glanced at Meng Xiaosuo, and didn't continue talking.

"Oh?" Meng Xiaoshu didn't notice his strange look, and commented on his own, "This method is not bad. There are quite a few dignified and dignified people who want to go to a brothel to drink flowers and wine, but they can't hold back their face. Letting those prostitutes come to drink in ordinary restaurants can avoid this layer of embarrassment. As long as things are done carefully enough, it won't be too easy to be known, but..."

"Just what?" Gu Zhiyuan never thought that Meng Xiaocoma would not shy away from this topic, and wanted to hear what she thought.

Meng Xiaoshu went on to say: "It's just that once you get out of the gang, things will be difficult to handle. Not only will you lose the face of those dignitaries, but you will also ruin the reputation of those restaurants."

"It makes sense." Gu Zhiyuan nodded, and took a serious look at Meng Xiaosuo, "Are you really the Miss Meng Qianxin I met that day? Why can't I find anything in common besides the similar appearance?" place?"

"Because Meng Qian's heart is dead." Meng Xiaosuo raised her eyebrows and said.

This sentence didn't have any extended meaning to her, as for how Gu Zhiyuan would understand it, that was his business.

"I see." Gu Zhiyuan didn't express any views, he always rarely expressed his views, maybe because of this, Meng Xiaocoma never saw him argue with anyone.

This kind of temperament, seemingly simple, is actually very easy to handle, usually very gentle, but can become fierce at critical moments.In a sense, it is truly hidden.

Unlike Yun Feitian, the more Meng Xiaocom gets to know him, the more he feels that he is quite strange. This is because, seeing a different side of him, he discovered another face under his face.

And Gu Zhiyuan is like a round bead, no matter how you turn it, it has only one side.He clearly understands some big principles, but he doesn't seem to understand many ordinary little things.But even so, he has never suffered any disadvantages. If he were to use one word to describe it, it would be "great wisdom and foolishness".

I don't know since when, Meng Xiaocom always likes to make some comparisons between these two people out of thin air, although they are clearly people from two worlds, there is almost no comparison.

After bidding farewell to Gu Zhiyuan and returning to the restaurant, Mrs. Wang had already prepared a table full of food and wine.Sister Zhang no longer cared about the custom of not meeting each other in the first few days of marriage, and came here early to help Mrs. Wang.Uncle Huang and Meng Wenqing were busy serving rice and vegetables beside them.

"Come on, Xiaoshu, sit down quickly and take a sip of the daughter's wine brewed by elder sister." Sister Zhang pulled Meng Xiaoshu to the table and poured her a glass of wine.

The wine was very fragrant, sweet and mellow in the mouth, with a long aftertaste, Meng Xiaosuo drank it down in one gulp and praised it repeatedly.Sister Zhang was overjoyed, and poured her a big glass again, then sighed suddenly: "I don't know if the wine in the capital is better than the water we brew from the mountains."

"What do you call it? Of course, the capital can be anything, otherwise how could it be the capital?" Mrs. Wang didn't want to bring the topic into a sad place, and asked, "Little Comb, you are a learned man, in your opinion , if Uncle Huang and Sister Zhang have a baby in the future, what name should you choose?"

Meng Xiaosuo thought for a while, thinking that he could neither get too profound nor too clichéd, dipped his chopsticks into the wine, and wrote and drew on the table for a while before saying, "The boy's name is Huang Mingqi, and the girl's name is Huang Shirou. OK?"

"Good name, good name!" Mrs. Wang clapped her hands happily, and hurriedly asked Sister Zhang to borrow a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from outside, and asked Meng Xiaosuo to write down these two names so as not to forget them in the future.

In fact, the four characters "Mingqi" and "Shirou" can only be regarded as ordinary. If Yun Feitian were to name it, it might sound much better than this.

Thinking of Yun Feitian, she thought of the dozen or so orphans who hadn't grown up yet.

"Wenqing, I want to ask you something." She said.

"What kind of 'please' does the family talk about? As long as you don't let me go to Beijing with you, anything is fine." Meng Wenqing said.

"Of course it's not about going to Beijing. There are more than a dozen orphans in the Tongfu Inn. How do you teach them poetry and book etiquette?" Meng Xiaosuo asked.

"What's the difficulty?" Meng Wenqing immediately agreed.

Meng Xiaosuo nodded, picked up a few chopsticks slowly, and suddenly felt worried: "I don't know if Duan Tai will take the opportunity to embarrass you after I leave..."

Before the words were finished, there was a sudden noise outside the door, and a person came in a hurry.It was none other than Duan Yiming, Duan Tai's son.

"Miss Meng, my father is sick again!" His expression was more anxious than the previous two times.

(End of this chapter)