Zhao Cheng said, "You should know about my relationship with the Xiao family of Jingdong County. Soap and toilet water are also good products that can generate continuous profits."
“Haha, that’s right, that’s right, they’re all good stuff, but…” Patriarch Tu sighed and said, “We have our considerations.”
"So we're finally back to the question." Zhao Cheng looked at Lu Yuan and asked, "Why don't you support me?"
Lu Yuan's expression darkened, and he said, "My nephew, Lu Tong, died in Yanchuan."
Zhao Cheng, without batting an eye, said, "What does this have to do with me?"
Lu Yuan sneered and said, "If it weren't for the support of your Right Prime Minister's Mansion, would Deng Fugui dare to kill someone?"
"So that's how it is. I'm on your Lu family's blacklist. But if you blame me for this, it only shows that your Lu family has a corrupt family style. Lu Tong and Xue Feiren committed such heinous acts, and instead of learning from their mistakes to educate the younger generation, you still hold a grudge and think it's Deng Fugui's fault and mine. Like father, like son. With a family style like yours, it's better not to cooperate!"
"You!" Lu Yuan stood up, provoked.
Zhao Cheng glared at Lu Yuan, then turned to look at the Tu family head and said, "Even a little money is still money, and I believe the combined profits from the immortal wine, soap, and floral water will be a considerable sum for anyone. Lu Yuan hates me because of Lu Tong, so why are you so obsessed with money?"
"Isn't this the young prime minister? Long time no see!" At this moment, a tall man walked out from the inner hall.
Zhao Cheng stared intently, recognizing him simply by his height, without even needing to see his face.
Tu Wanhu!
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