Qiao Hui left the deep mansion without a plaque and whispered to the mute guard behind him: "Go and find out what happened in the Baiduo Rebellion!"
As soon as the words came out, the young Marquis Zhongwu disappeared from the darkness and appeared in the bright Qinghui Bridge Night Market with a lot of thoughts in his mind.
Qiao Hui now really wanted to squat in the corner and smoke a cigarette.
But he doesn't smoke.
In order to accompany his tobacco-smoking partner Li Sanshun, God knows he would choke many times after taking a puff, but he endured the humiliation and accompanied Master Li.
I’ve passed on the dry tobacco.
What are some other common and effective ways to vent emotions and kill time?
drink wine?
never mind.
He came home drunk and Xianjin wanted to get him.
Listen to opera?
I dare not even think about it.
Xianjin wants to kill him.
Play mahjong?
All the money was deposited in the bank and saved by Xianjin to buy a shop. He didn't dare to touch a penny these days, for fear that when he really wanted to buy the shop, a penny would make him fail.
Finally, Qiao Hui went to eat a bowl of beef noodles.
He was eating while thinking, his face was solemn and heavy, and his movements of scooping noodles were mechanical and looked like he was interrogating a prisoner.
The noodle stall owner was very scared. He leaned against a wooden stake and went over in his mind all the wrong things he had done in the first half of his life, fearing that this cold-faced young man was here to arrest him.
Qiao Hui returned to the Mansion of Marquis Zhongwu with a big bowl of beef noodles in original soup. As soon as he stepped into the mansion, he saw Xianjin holding a lantern, holding a book in his hand, reading with his arms on his knees, while half-sitting behind the screen wall waiting for him.
Qiao Hui's heart melted.
Xianjin raised his eyes and their gaze met his.
Xianjin closed the book, stood up, and smiled at Qiao Hui: "...You left a message and ran away. The two mute guards took care of the body in the house and accompanied me to tour the house carefully."
When Qiao Hui heard this, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
This is really a typical example of showing off one's wealth.
After so many things went wrong, I still had the heart to look at the house...
"Are you satisfied with the house?" Qiao Hui asked. He took Xianjin's hand with one hand, picked up the lantern with the other hand, and walked along the corridor to the inner courtyard with Xianjin.
Xianjin nodded: "It's OK. The house is big enough. Although it is located in an alley, it also fits the tone of the store I want to open. If it is opened in a busy place, it will lose some of its mystery and charm. The house is also new, and the wooden beams are good materials... Brother Jinluo even caught the store keeper who ran away and told me the whole story of this house."
All right.
The mute guards adapted to the appearance of gold, and they adapted well...
Qiao Hui asked: "What's the whole story?"
"This house was originally a shop selling Sichuan embroidery. The owner is also a woman. Because of her good business, a wealthy businessman from the east came to marry her. After marrying her, the businessman asked her to run the business, but he was afraid that she would make money, which made it impossible for her to implement many of her ideas. The business would only get worse and worse, so she made up her mind and divorced the businessman. Now she wants to sell the shop she bought before the marriage for money..."
Qiao Hui's mood gradually calmed down, and he frowned and said, "This damn stinky man."
Xianjin Dale: "Then what are you?"
Qiao Hui leaned on Xianjin's shoulder shyly: "I'm just a sissy."
Xianjin laughed, and then said, "In summary, I have decided to rent this shop. The original owner wanted to sell it, and the price was negotiated down to 1,400 taels, which is not too high. I have inquired and found that four dilapidated tile houses in Dazhengfang, South City were sold for 400 taels a few months ago. But I really can't afford it, so I negotiated a three-year lease, with a monthly rent of 12 taels. In total, I need to spend more than 500 taels."
Qiao Hui nodded: "How much do you want me to invest?"
Xianjin shook his head: "I don't need you to invest, I want to be in full control of the company - the big gold bracelet my mother left behind, I have arranged with the gold shop to weigh it in two days. If I sell it, I should have more than enough money after adding the repair and trading costs."
Qiao Hui agreed and proposed a second option: "Anyway, the shop needs to be run for a long time. It's rare to find a shop in the capital that is willing to sell. If you are willing, it would be great if we buy it."
Xianjin lowered his eyes and thought for a while: "I'll talk about it when I go to the gold shop tomorrow."
Qiao Hui nodded.
After talking about the business of the shop, Xianjin then brought up some trivial matters in an orderly manner: "Who is that street thug? The store clerk tearfully introduced the shop and was dragged away by two mute guards. According to what he said, it seemed that some lady from a wealthy family wanted to teach me a lesson?"
Xianjin blinked his eyes and said, "Brother Baoyuan, I'm scared."
Qiao Hui: ...I just fucking know that the "Brother Baoyuan" joke won't be easy to get over!
Qiao Hui did not intend to hide it from Xianjin. He explained Zhou Yiwu's situation in a few words and sneered: "...Now her aunt and uncle may be discussing marriage with General Huang - she got such a loyal and obedient husband, isn't it a blessing for eight lifetimes?"
Zhou Yiwu?
That little girl with the crisp voice?
Isn't she the cousin of the Jiang family who always calls him "Brother Baoyuan"?
Xianjin's facial features were twisted into a knot.
She understands all the dirtiest business wars, such as pouring boiling water on the opponent's money tree, stealing the opponent's paper shredder, and putting some croton seeds in the opponent's cafeteria... She understands it all.
She now finds it a bit difficult to understand the family fights.
So Jiang's cousin is just a smokescreen released by a fragile little girl?
High-end house fighting often requires more complicated forms of expression...
Xianjin was amazed and shook his head: "It's complicated, really complicated; I can't win, I really can't win at all."
Qiao Hui took the opportunity to continue the conversation: "There is nothing in our Qiao family that is willing to fight - look at Baozhu's silly look."
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