At the end of the show, all the models stood in a row on the stage, each holding a wooden sign with the words: 16 taels, 23 taels, 38 taels...
A small wooden sign was hung around their waists, with numbers carved on it: one, two, three...
Next to the stage, there were ten desks with pens, ink, paper and inkstone on them. Behind each desk stood a handsome young man.
No one understood what this meant.
At this time, Qingman walked onto the stage wearing a dress stained with ink.
She stood on the stage and bowed, saying, "Thank you all for coming. This show went so smoothly thanks to your care. This show is not only to showcase our new products, but also a second anniversary gift from Xia Mu Nan Sheng to you all."
As soon as she said this, someone at the counter pulled out a red banner with a few large characters on it: New products on the market, brand specials, first come, first served.
She continued, "Have you seen the clothes on the models on the stage? Aren't they very beautiful?"
The people in the audience were very enthusiastic and shouted, "Yes."
"Do you want to take these clothes home?"
"think!"
She smiled and said, "Everyone, look at the stand. The wooden signs in their hands represent the prices of the clothes they are wearing, and the signs on their bodies represent the sizes of their clothes. This time, we, Xia Mu Nansheng, are offering a special discount on new clothing. The first 100 people who place orders can enjoy a 50% discount, the first 500 people can enjoy a 30% discount, and the first 2,000 people can enjoy an 8.8% discount!"
In the past two years, they did not know what "discount" meant, but in the past two years, Xia Mu Nansheng has used this term in his activities. Over time, it has become a popular term. Many shops have followed suit and offered discounts on their products to increase their sales.
Upon hearing this, everyone held their wallets and got ready to make a move.
Qingman pointed to the table next to her and said, "Those who need to place an order can line up next to her and make a reservation. Tell the waiter the brand and number of the clothes you want to buy, leave your name and address, and pay a deposit of one or two taels in advance. You can pay the balance when you pick up the clothes. The number of places is limited, first come first served!"
As soon as she finished speaking, people who wanted to buy clothes swarmed over and formed a long line behind the table.
Jiang Muyu was so pleased to see the people so supportive that he smiled broadly.
Chu Yu's eyes lit up as he watched: "Your Highness Princess, this grand show is really worth it. The orders from today alone will probably be filled until the year after next. The money you have earned in the past two years is almost equal to the profit of the shop under my name in the past ten years."
"Mrs. Chu, you are exaggerating. You are the number one female businessman in Tianqian. How can I compare to you?"
"How dare you call yourself the number one female businessman in my place?"
"Hey, I refuse to be flattered." Jiang Muyu glanced at her and said, "If you say these high-sounding words again, I will be angry with you."
Chu Yu immediately laughed and said, "Hehe, I have invested in Xia Mu Nansheng anyway, so if you make money, it's me who makes money."
"That's more like it."
Chu Yu was truly happy for her. Their relationship was now like that of close friends. He felt that he was lucky to have met her.
They were sipping tea leisurely while watching the hustle and bustle below.
Suddenly, a group of soldiers were seen approaching from afar, led by Zhao Jisheng, the third son of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Seeing the opponent's momentum coming, Jiang Muyu suddenly felt something was wrong.
They walked to the front of the team, surrounded the employees, and prevented the people from ordering clothes.
"Move away, everyone, this activity has seriously affected the normal order of the market, and the Prime Minister has specially sent us to clear the place."
Some people refused to accept this and wanted to step forward, but were forced back by the soldiers with swords.
The officers and soldiers shouted loudly: "Back off, back off! This is the third son of the Prime Minister's Mansion. You can't afford to offend him. Get out of the way!"
Some people were dissatisfied and some were talking about it:
"What are these officials going to do?"
"I don't know, there are still people who don't allow people to buy clothes."
"That's right. It's almost my turn, but I'm still making such a fuss. Is the third son of the Prime Minister's Mansion so great?"
"Hey, be careful not to let him hear it. Zhao Jisheng is a well-known bully. If you offend him, you will suffer the consequences."
"I'm afraid of him? He's just a bastard. In broad daylight, he dares to..." Before he could finish his words, he was kicked hard from behind.
He was kicked and flew forward. Fortunately, there were many people around who supported him. However, he was still in pain all over and grimaced in pain from the kick.
Zhao Jisheng pointed at him with a gloomy face and shouted angrily: "What did you just say? Say it again if you dare!"
That man was just an ordinary commoner. When he really faced the son of such a powerful family, he was immediately frightened. He knelt down and begged for mercy: "Master Zhao, please spare my life. I was wrong. I was young and ignorant. I spoke without thinking. I hope you can forgive me."
"Forgive me?" Zhao Jisheng sneered, "This young master doesn't know what forgiveness means."
He walked forward, stepped on the back of the man's hand which was resting on the ground, and crushed it.
The man cried out in pain and begged for mercy.
But Zhao Jisheng did not intend to let him go. He grabbed the man's hair and forced him to raise his head. Then he slapped him hard on the face and said coldly: "I hate it most in my life when others mention the word bastard. Even if he is a bastard, so what?"
No one around dared to say a word, let alone step forward. The man who had just spoken to that person had already retreated behind the crowd.
This man is the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, a member of an upper-class noble family in the capital. For ordinary people, it is undoubtedly like an egg against a stone when they meet a powerful person. How could they dare to stand out easily?
Zhao Jisheng grabbed the man's hair fiercely, and seeing him tremble with fear, he felt happy. He smiled like a demon from hell: "Who dares to help you? Don't think I can't do anything to you in broad daylight. Even if I want to cut off your tongue and eat it with wine, no one will dare to say no."
The man felt despair, with burning pain all over his face and body, but facing Zhao Jisheng at this moment, he was scared to death. He dared not resist, dared not struggle, and even dared not beg for mercy.
The officers and soldiers had surrounded him in a circle, leaving him isolated and helpless.
Just when I was in despair, I suddenly heard a roar from the crowd: "Stop!"
The onlookers were stunned for a moment, and looked in the direction of the voice. They saw a tall, thin and handsome man walking out of the crowd. He was wearing a plain long gown, a silk scarf on his head, and dressed like a scholar.
Zhao Jisheng was stunned for a moment when he saw the person coming, then he smiled, and the mockery in his eyes became stronger: "Yo-Lin Hanzhi, you actually dared to come to Beijing, what, you didn't drill under my crotch that year, you plan to do it again?"
“You…” Lin Hanzhi’s face turned pale, but he still stood firm, trying to force himself to look at him, and said coldly: “I didn’t expect that after seeing you again after a few years, Master Zhao still hasn’t made any progress.”
Zhao Jisheng frowned: "What do you mean?"
Lin Hanzhi said: "What do you think you can do in the capital and be so overbearing? You just rely on your father who is an official in the court. What ability do you have?
What contribution have you made to the court? You can't stand others mentioning the word "bastard" just because you yourself have nothing to be admired by others, and you are guilty!"
"You... shut up!" Zhao Jisheng pushed the person in front of him away, rushed to him and punched him.
Lin Hanzhi was unable to dodge and was hit hard. He took several steps back before he could steady himself. A fishy and sweet taste surged in his chest, but he managed to hold it in.
Jiang Muyu stood in the crowd and was about to step forward, but he signaled her with a look and she was forced to stay where she was.
The other party is Prime Minister Zhao's son. The Prime Minister's Mansion and the Prince's Mansion have always been at odds with each other. If she goes forward rashly, it may cause trouble. By then, the Prime Minister may take advantage of the situation and it may be disadvantageous to the Prince's Mansion.
Now that Liang Qingchen is guarding the front line, she can't let a fire break out in the backyard.
She clenched her fingers, gritted her teeth, and said to herself: Just push it a little longer, it will be fine in a moment.