When An Jingzhi started opening the billiard parlor, he really just wanted to find something to do for fun.

Later, when sorting out the original owner's memories, he suddenly discovered a key thing.

The current emperor is the only son of the old emperor. His personality is different from that of the previous steady emperors. He is playful and fun-loving.

It was impossible for him to place all his hopes on the male protagonist. In his judgment and the original owner's memory, the male protagonist An Chunming was indeed a gentle, respectful, frugal and modest gentleman.

But what if?

Or maybe An Chunming suddenly had a rebirth? That would disrupt all his plans.

It would take several years for An's mother Dong Shuangyan to promote her cotton-padded clothing plan, and even more time to gain the court's approval.

During this time he had to make another preparation.

Attract the playful little emperor.

That is why more and more people are imitating him to open billiard parlors. Instead of being unhappy, he is happy to see it happen.

Only when more people open billiard parlors will more people play billiards, and the news of billiards will spread further and further.

Maybe it can attract the little emperor who is far away in the capital but often likes to travel incognito.

Early in the morning, An Jingzhi got up early, which was rare for him, and was helped to wash up by the maid.

Standing at the gate of his yard, he yawned, stretched his arms and legs, and stretched himself.

Winter came particularly early this year, and he was already wearing the fox fur coat.

While talking with Gou Zi about the billiard parlor, Xiao Qiu hurried to the gate of his yard.

"Master, Madam invites you over."

An Jingzhi asked back, "Do you know what my mother wants to talk to me about?" He asked as he followed Xiaoqiu.

Xiao Qiu's face was filled with joy, "Madam has brought out the cotton-padded clothes!"

An Jingzhi was overjoyed. Without his intervention at all, Dong Shuangyan had spent half a year to make this thing.

In fact, it is not because it is difficult to make. If it were done by hand, the cotton-padded jacket would have been made long ago. It’s just that if they want to promote it, the labor cost of making the cotton-padded jacket with such a complicated production method is probably not low, which deviates from their original intention.

For this reason, Dong Shuangyan turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside. She did not inquire about the news about her scumbag father at all and devoted herself to making cotton-padded clothes.

He was even often ridiculed by his scumbag father.

Seeing her son coming over with the cotton-padded jacket in both hands, Dong Shuangyan looked at him with satisfaction and quickly pulled her son into the room and handed the cotton-padded jacket to him.

"Son, look, is this the cotton-padded jacket you asked for?" Her eyes were full of anticipation.

An Jingzhi reached out and touched the fabric. The outside was rough, but it felt incredibly soft.

The thickness of this cotton is probably enough to keep me warm in this cold winter.

"Mom, can you give birth quickly?" An Jingzhi asked.

Dong Shuangyan said this with a smug look on her face, "How can this be difficult for your mother? Now we have mastered every step of making cotton-padded clothes. All we have to do is open a factory and sell cotton-padded clothes."

Dong Shuangyan's eyes were frighteningly bright, and she still had the same passion and fighting spirit she had when she started the business with her scumbag father.

An Jingzhi nodded and said, "Then put those people you recruited directly into the factory to train the new people."

Dong Shuangyan: "Do you even need to tell me that? They've already signed a ten-year contract with my mother. They can't leak the process of turning this cotton into cotton clothes."

"In a few days, we will be able to officially start production of these cotton-padded jackets. It's just right, as the weather is getting colder, it's the perfect time to sell them."

"When recruiting, we'll give priority to selecting from the families of our affiliated high school."

Dong Shuangyan had indeed thought it through carefully. Not only had she chosen the address for the factory and the workers, she had even taken precautions against any possible leaks.

Although it can only be prevented for a while, if you can prevent it for a while, you can make more money for a while.

There were many ways to keep warm in ancient times, but ordinary people without money basically had to endure it. If you could endure it, you would survive, and if you couldn't, it was your fate.

Cotton-padded clothes are just for the lower class people.

The mother and son were discussing the cotton-padded jacket factory when their father's voice was heard from outside.

"Are you still messing around with this piece of shit? How much money did you put into it? You wasted woman."

Dong Shuangyan's smiling face suddenly fell.

She looked at the scumbag father who came in with an expressionless face, "All the money I spent was my own dowry. I can spend as much as I want. What's the matter? You want to take my dowry and include it in your An family's property?"

Only the most shameless people would embezzle the property of their wife's family.

Although the scumbag father did covet his wife's property, he became even more greedy, especially after the business became increasingly difficult.

But on the surface, he thought that he was a well-known master in Zeyun County and he would definitely not do such a thing.

But when Dong Shuangyan was spending the dowry, he felt a pain as if he was spending his own money.

"You are such a person. I reminded you with good intentions, but you took my kindness for granted." The scumbag father said angrily.

"No need to remind me, sir." He looked impatient, as if he knew what I was doing.

Unable to get any good from Dong Shuangyan, she turned around and angrily asked An Jingzhi, "You don't even know how to greet your father? I spent so much money to send you to a private school, and this is what you learn?"

An Jingzhi looked lazy, his eyelids drooping. "If a son is not taught well, it is the father's fault."

"This is rebellion!" He pointed at the mother and son with an angry look on his face. "What are you two doing? Who's in charge of this family?"

He impatiently said to An Jingzhi, "You've been eating and wearing fancy clothes since you were a child, but do you know whose clothes they belong to? How dare you talk to me like this now? Do you think you've grown strong enough and that billiard hall will be enough for you for the rest of your life?"

He threatened, "Don't think that just because you're the eldest son, I'll leave the An family's fortune to you. Believe it or not, I'll divide it all among your brothers and sisters, leaving you with nothing!"

An Jingzhi wasn't interested in these three melons and two seeds. "Please help yourself."

An Jingzhi didn't care, but Dong Shuangyan was unhappy because half of the An family's wealth was the result of her efforts.

Why should they be given to those illegitimate sons and daughters born to concubines?

"I don't agree with what you said, Master."

She said with a stern face, "The family property was not left to the eldest son, but was given to illegitimate sons and daughters instead. Does the master want people to criticize him?"

"Master, don't forget that although my father has passed away, his old friends are still alive."

The scumbag father glared at Dong Shuangyan who threatened him. Dong Shuangyan's attitude became increasingly cold, and her tone towards him became increasingly impolite.

From the initial disbelief to later thinking that the other party had some new tricks, at this moment, he was finally sure that Dong Shuangyan really didn't care about him anymore.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Master, you've got it wrong. I'm just reminding you."

Dong Shuangyan may not fight or compete for other things, but when it comes to her son's interests, she will never pretend nothing happened.

The room was suddenly so quiet that only the sound of the scumbag father's angry breathing could be heard.