After the meal, Zhao Hao and his companions returned to the manager's residence.
After explaining things to a few people, he went back to his own courtyard and went to sleep.
After I went back yesterday, I slept too late at Suyuan and got up too early. I didn’t have time to rest after I came back, and now I feel a little bit exhausted.
When I woke up, it was already dark outside.
As soon as I lit the oil lamp, I heard Wang Mengyu's voice outside.
"The lights are on. Brother Hao should be awake."
As he was speaking, he walked in quickly.
Zhao Hao said speechlessly: "You two are really good at rushing. I just woke up."
Wang Mengyu immediately smiled and said, "Brother Hao, we came here to ask you about the rules of the papermaking workshop."
Zhao Hao was stunned by the question: "What rules?"
Zheng Zhiqian said, "Brother Hao, it's like this. The papermaking workshop has already started to expand its scale after its expansion."
"The amount of paper is increasing day by day. We can't keep storing it forever. There's no end to it."
"So we both want to ask, when will our paper start selling?"
Zhao Hao laughed and shook his head: "Why, you can't wait any longer?"
Wang Mengyu quickly said, "No, Brother Hao, please don't misunderstand me. Lao Zheng and I know that you definitely have your plans."
"It's just that we don't know, so we came here to ask, Brother Hao, what are your plans for the papermaking workshop."
Zhao Hao nodded: "Indeed, I was too busy during this period and didn't explain it clearly to you two. It's normal that you are unsure."
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