Chapter 341 Regeneration Trick

Sheng Dahe was furious: "Damn it, they've tried to scheme against me! I'm going to kill them!"

He was about to leave to find Boss Shi. He said that as long as he found the previous boss, he would cut off that man's head and use it as a football!

Yao Qingling pressed him down, scoffing, "You really are reckless. If they set this trap to get you, do you think they'd let you find them?"

Sheng Dahe was furious: "He burned down my cargo hold, just so he could buy back this dilapidated warehouse from me!"

Qingling said, "That makes sense, but he will never come to you now. He will at least wait until you are as heartbroken and desperate as Boss Shi, to the point of wanting to jump into the river, before he shows up. At that time, you will be like a weak and sick cat, and you will have no choice but to agree to whatever price he wants to cut."

Sheng Dahe: "..."

He understood that Yao Qingling wanted him to stay calm and wait patiently.

But whenever he saw this warehouse, his heart felt like it was on fire again and again; how could he stay calm!

Qingling continued, "They burned down your cargo hold, and the person behind it won't show up in front of you, but they can get countless 'bosses' to buy your warehouse. How do you know which one is real and which one is fake?"

“I—” Sheng Dahe stared blankly, was there really no way he could do anything?

"Yao Qingling, you didn't come here to comfort me, you came here to upset me, didn't you?"

Qing Ling curled her lips and glanced at the boxes: "Didn't I say we'd continue doing business and weather the storm together?"

She added, "That person wants to make things difficult for us, so why don't we turn the tables and make things difficult for him instead?"

With two thuds, Qingling patted the wooden box, a cold and cunning look flashing across her face.

Prince Xin thought she had no other choice and was waiting for her and Sheng Dahe to fight each other, distrust each other, and turn against each other, so that they would fall out and he would wait for her to come and beg him.

He was also waiting for Sheng Dahe to lose his temper, incite people to cause trouble, and throw the capital into chaos. In that case, his conspiracy would succeed.

But Yao Qingling refused to die; she would rather die than let him die!

...

Prince Xin paced back and forth on the tower with his hands behind his back, unusually refraining from displaying a fan and boasting of his elegance.

He turned around and looked at the warehouse again, but there was no movement at all.

He asked Bu Fang, "What's going on with Hui Ba Fang? Yao Qingling couldn't possibly still find so many goods."

Bu Fang frowned: "I have investigated and found that Yao Qingling has a maid named Taoye who has been collecting goods in the surrounding towns recently to replenish Hui Bafang's cargo hold."

Prince Xin pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "That's not right. How can the goods from towns compare to those from the capital? Even if they use goods collected from towns to fill the gaps, have you noticed that the quality of their goods is no different from before?"

"Sheng Dahe just returned to Beijing, so it must be those goods."

Prince Xin shook his head: "That's not right."

The goods on the ship were summer products, but Yao Qingling's shop was still selling last year's fabrics, and in considerable quantities.

He narrowed his eyes slightly; he had underestimated Yao Qingling.

Ah, kids who survived the southwestern battlefield are so cunning.

Even someone like Sheng Dahe followed her lead and was completely subdued by her, acting like a cat.

The man gave a sinister smile that sent chills down one's spine.

Bu Fang frowned slightly: "Your Highness, if Sheng Dahe doesn't cause trouble, our privately manufactured weapons will be useless. We need to think of a way to make Sheng Dahe jump up and down so that we can..."

Some towns in the south have already started to riot. Right now, they are being suppressed by their people, and no memorials have been submitted. The emperor thinks that he has the ability to govern the country just because he has handled a few cases.

ridiculous.

Prince Xin glanced at him, his upturned lips slowly falling, his eyes shimmering with light.

This look is even more sinister than that chilling smile from before.

He said, "If he doesn't cause trouble, then let's provoke him to cause trouble, isn't that enough? Yao Qingling can hold him down once or twice, can she hold him down ten or eight times?"

Even Yao Qingling herself wouldn't have the patience to keep an eye on that person all the time, would she?

"Make the arrangements, those women..." He mumbled a few words, and Bu Fang nodded, "I'll do it right away."

After Bu Fang left, Prince Xin pulled out a folding fan from somewhere, snapped it open, and slowly fanned himself, smiling languidly and elegantly.

...

Qingling was looking at the account books at Huibafang.

With her help, the shop was able to operate with difficulty, but money was still tight.

The grain shops in the four cities are also in serious trouble.

Lately, she has been finding it increasingly difficult to receive rice.

The Duchess of Xincheng entered the palace and spoke with the Empress, who promised to hand over the official grain management to her as soon as possible.

However, the warehouse burned down, and her funds became a problem. There were people in the palace who opposed her, and some were vying with her for the position.

Yao Qingling rubbed her temples; all she could do was wait and let time resolve this predicament.

We also need to wait for the progress of Lin Shiyuan's investigation.

They just hoped for a bombshell announcement that would distract the emperor and his court officials from paying attention to the ordinary government-run rice granary.

Xia Chan has been keeping a close eye on Sheng Dahe's situation during this period.

Yao Qingling tried to persuade him to go back to sailing, but Sheng Dahe refused no matter what.

The answer is that there's no money to process the next batch of goods; we have to wait for the money to come in.

His men then stayed with him in the capital and did not go out to find other work.

It's difficult to explain.

The situation outside is not peaceful, and more and more people are pouring into the capital every day. The city gates had been closed to refugees since last year during the bandit uprising, but people are still coming in.

There are many job seekers, but shop owners don't need that many people. Sheng Dahe's group has over two hundred people, which they can't handle.

Furthermore, those people are already resentful because of the fire. They worked for Sheng Dahe and invested all their wealth, which has now vanished. They resent Sheng Dahe for not keeping his promise and leading them to a dead end.

Sheng Dahe could still be barely suppressed by Yao Qingling, but he would have a hard time dealing with those two hundred or so brothers.

Sheng Dahe hasn't been on the boat lately; he's been hiding in a small house in Xisi Hutong.

She herself wasn't doing much better.

The people of Zhuangzi, led by Taoye, went around looking for goods and rice merchants. Their original aspiration was to obtain household registration and have the opportunity to go out and become managers or general managers.

But Yao Qingling only has so many shops. Not only are there no new ones, but the shops are also constantly opening and closing, which looks ominous. It's hard to say when they might go out of business.

Someone at the rice shop complained that women are unreliable and that one shouldn't believe her nonsense.

Yao Qingling felt the urgency of time, her mind was in a terrible state, and the more she thought about it, the more confused she became.

The abacus beads clicked and clacked without stopping, Yao Qingling's fingers moving like she was playing a piano.

Sweat beaded on her nose, meticulously applied, without bothering to wipe it away.

Suddenly, with a snap, the abacus fell apart, the beads spilling out and dripping onto the floor, bouncing and rolling away.

Qingling stared blankly at the beads, her eyelids twitching.

"How did this abacus break?" Lou Yue brought in a bowl of wontons to replenish Qing Ling's energy, intending to let her rest for a while, but almost slipped on the beads as she entered the room.

She put down the tray and squatted down to pick it up.