"Manager Yao, how is the progress in the capital?"

In Baishui Town, in the inner room of Lingqing Grocery Store, Si Chengfeng, dressed in a crescent-white brocade robe, with charming eyes and a smile on his lips, was standing in front of the desk, holding a pen in his right hand and rolling up his sleeve with his left hand, leisurely painting a portrait of Hua Qingcheng.

Without having to face the person, Si Chengfeng can vividly portray the image of Hua Qingcheng as cold, aloof and elegant just based on the impression in his mind, probably because this person has already been deeply imprinted in his heart.

"Young Master, it's done!" Yao Jinlian, wearing a purple double-breasted gown, was standing opposite Si Chengfeng with a happy look on her face, reporting.

"Young Master, you have a brilliant plan! The five thousand pieces of floating brocade that the Si family cloth shop rushed to produce were either flooded or burned in the warehouse. Si Lingyun, fearing the huge compensation, has indeed searched the entire capital and the surrounding prefectures for merchants who can produce floating brocade."

"He, Si Lingyun, probably never dreamed that the spot goods in the hands of those merchants had already been intercepted by Shen Wanjin, and all the floating light brocade they produced in the next month was bought out."

"Si Lingyun, who couldn't get the goods from other merchants, had to buy 3,000 pieces of floating brocade from our people at three times the price." Yao Jinlian reported the news from the capital to Si Chengfeng without missing a single detail.

"It's just that on July 29th, the night before the delivery, the person guarding the warehouse accidentally knocked over a candle, and the 3,000 pieces of floating brocade that Si Lingyun bought at a high price were burned." Yao Jinlian raised the corners of her lips high, and she was full of admiration for her own scheming young master.

"Oh, then this Si Lingyun is really unlucky!"

"Yes, Young Master. Si Lingyun and our people spent 1.2 million taels of silver on the floating brocade, plus the 6 million taels we had to pay Chen Wanjin tenfold as compensation according to the contract. This brings our total profit to 7.2 million taels. Excluding the 5 million taels we spent on the floating brocade purchased from merchants in the capital and surrounding areas, we still made a net profit of 2.2 million taels."

"Some greedy people, seeing that the Fuguang brocade was sold out, planned to stockpile stock from other places and sell it in the capital. Our people disguised themselves as traveling merchants and took the opportunity to sell off their stock. As a result, although we spent five million taels to buy the Fuguang brocade, we made back six million taels."

"So this time, with Si Lingyun, we actually made a profit of 8.2 million taels of silver." Yao Jinlian wiped the sweat from her forehead. She was shocked. This young master was truly treacherous. She wanted to kneel down and serve as his carriage wheel.

"Well, well done! Double everyone's wages." Si Chengfeng's lips curled up, and he was in a good mood. Naturally, he didn't care about rewarding his capable subordinates with more money. Besides, if you want the horses to run, you naturally have to be willing to give them grass to eat.

"Thank you, Young Master!" Yao Jinlian was delighted to hear this. It turned out that working for the Young Master was the most promising path to wealth. This God of Wealth was always generous. As long as they worked diligently and did a good job, he would be happy to give them money.

Si Chengfeng finished the final stroke of his work, then put down his brush and held up the drawing paper with both hands. His fox eyes were cunning and clever, charming and alluring. Looking at the lifelike Hua Qingcheng on the drawing paper, Si Chengfeng nodded with satisfaction.

"Shopkeeper Yao, I will be away from Fufeng County for a while. I'll have to trouble you to take care of everything here." Si Chengfeng looked leisurely, stretched out his slender fingers, and lightly flicked the non-existent dust on the drawing paper.

"What are you talking about, young master? I will do my utmost to protect the base camp for you until my death." Yao Jinlian took the opportunity and vowed to hold on to the golden thigh tightly.

"Well, that's very good." Si Chengfeng checked the painting and put it back on the table after confirming that there were no flaws.

"Young Master, are you going back to the capital?" Yao Jinlian looked at Si Chengfeng, who was in high spirits, and couldn't help but ask.

"The capital... well, that's true." Si Chengfeng looked in the direction of Huaqiao Village with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

That woman said she would be leaving for the capital soon to propose marriage to the General's Mansion, and he couldn't help but feel excited. Although Si Chengfeng didn't mind the status issue, since Hua Qingcheng was so persistent, how could he bear to refuse her?

"Hua Qingcheng, are you mistaken?"

When Si Chengfeng was looking forward to the days of going to the capital with Hua Qingcheng, he started jumping up and down again when he saw Hua Qingcheng throwing him another stack of papers with dense handwriting on them on the left bank of the Hua family laboratory in Huaqiao Village.

"Quite definitely, no."

Hua Qingcheng pulled out one of the pieces of paper and saw the "gunpowder formula" written on it: 75% saltpeter, 10% sulfur, 15% charcoal, etc.

"What I want to study is powerful weapons, just like the pistol you took out before. If you want to see fireworks, just go to the grocery store in town and buy them yourself. There are plenty of them there. I don't have time to help you and Mu Lige make such disgusting things." Zuo An snorted left and right, disdainfully.

Don't think he didn't know. Although Hua Qingcheng and Mu Lige had just married yesterday, they had actually been engaged for six years. They were already an old married couple, yet they were still so cheesy that they actually asked him, the top assassin of Luosha Sect, to act as a fireworks display for them.

simply……

This is simply outrageous!

"Fireworks?" Hua Qingcheng suddenly understood after hearing Zuo'an's sour rant. Could it be that this Zuo'an gentleman looked down on the gunpowder formula she'd given him, thinking it was for fireworks, specifically for Mu Lige to see? Did she seem like someone who would be so good at such fancy things?

Uh... but this does seem like a good idea. Hua Qingcheng rubbed her chin and thought to herself. She would find some to show Mu Lige later. But the most important thing right now was to coax this Zuo'an gentleman so that he would continue to work for her.

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