evening.
The private rooms at Baiweilou were brightly lit with candles.
This is a private room near the window.
It's near the river.
Chen Xian and Uncle Fu had been waiting in the private room for a long time.
Before long, Song Shaobai, dressed in white, appeared with an attendant behind him.
"Haha, it is indeed a very quiet and secluded restaurant."
When Chen Xian booked the room, Manager Jiang already knew that the guests being entertained that night were distinguished.
He was even more careful while waiting for the food to be served.
"Mr. Chen, it's been a long time. I'm here today because I'm a friend of yours. Please forgive me if I haven't been able to entertain you properly."
He ordered the dishes to be served.
Looking at the food that had been served, Song Shaobai chuckled and said, "No wonder there's so much food."
Chen Xian chuckled: "Thank you, Manager Jiang."
After everyone left.
"That's the good thing about small towns; everyone knows each other, and you're friends everywhere."
Looking at the amber-colored meat dish, I gently picked up a bite with my chopsticks.
Slightly puzzled: "Pork?"
Uncle Fu nodded: "Yes, it's a specialty of the restaurant."
Chen Xian nodded slightly: "Let me introduce myself. Besides being a partner in the cloth business, I am also a food stall owner."
Song Shaobai was slightly surprised, "Boss Chen seems to know a little about everything. Impressive."
Upon closer tasting, this ordinary-tasting pork, after being processed in this way, becomes tender, juicy, and fragrant—a flavor that is difficult to replicate even in a grand restaurant like Songjiangfu.
He was quite an eccentric man.
He glanced at Chen Xian without making a sound.
Song Shaobai nodded slightly, wiped his mouth, crumpled his handkerchief into a ball, and casually tossed it on the table.
"From now on, if the goods from the Baixing Cloth Shop do not meet the standards of the Gu family, I, Song, will not accept them."
Uncle Fu smiled and said, "Of course."
Song Shaobai narrowed his eyes slightly.
“The Song family runs a clothing shop and needs a lot of fabric, as you know. If Boss Fu’s goods can meet the required standards, I think the previously agreed-upon delivery every three months is taking too long…”
Uncle Fu was slightly taken aback.
"Perhaps Boss Fu and Boss Chen are wondering why, in Songjiang Prefecture, a prosperous and wealthy place, they would choose to come to the remote and impoverished town of Daxing?"
"Well, I hope you two won't be angry if I say that?"
Uncle Fu: "Yes, it is indeed a village or town."
"The family sent us heirs to various places to find cheap and high-quality cloth. Whoever could get it at the cheapest price would prove their ability."
This will be the most direct evidence when people fight for the succession in the future!
"If I get the fabric cheaper than everyone else, I'll have the final say on future fabric purchases!"
Do you two understand what I mean?
Chen Xian and Uncle Fu exchanged a glance.
This bastard is trying to lower the price?
Uncle Fu carefully considered the matter and said, "Five hundred cash is already the highest quality cloth. This price is the limit at which the cloth shop can earn a meager profit."
If it were a slightly lower quality cloth, the price would naturally not be five hundred coins.
Song Shaobai's expression darkened slightly.
Ungrateful wretch.
"If I can make the decision in the future, your cloth shop will become a partner of the Song family. Don't lose sight of the bigger picture for the sake of small gains, Boss Fu, Boss Chen."
Chen Xian: That bastard is just making empty promises.
Who can predict the future?
The price of cloth has been falling again and again, there's no bottom line now, and greed is rising.
Uncle Fu cupped his hands and said, "I wonder if you could give us a little time to consider this, young master?"
consider?
Song Shaobai scoffed.
"If Mr. Fu has thought it through, come find me at the hotel."
"Alright, I'm tired from the journey, I'll go back and rest first. Oh, by the way, have the restaurant prepare a dozen or so meat dishes for me, and this chicken too, my servants haven't eaten yet."
Uncle Fu cupped his hands and said, "Yes."
Uncle Fu and Chen Xian stood quietly at the door, watching the figure gradually disappear...
Snap!
Uncle Fu slammed his hand on the door.
Looking around, he muttered, "As expected of a disgusting, ruthless clan that eats people alive. They want everything."
Chen Xian shook his head and replied, "These people are the most despicable. Is it right or wrong to hastily make contact with these powerful families?"
Uncle Fu gritted his teeth and said, "Then let's do it!"
"Our fabric business doesn't necessarily need large orders to survive. If we can use up all the fabric we have, we will definitely have our own garment shops!"
We absolutely cannot let anyone choke us. They say we can only get a sip of water when they tell us when we'll eat.
"Take it if you want, otherwise forget it!"
The more I think about it, the angrier I get!
Uncle Fu grabbed the wine jug on the counter and chug it down.
"I hate it when someone talks to me like that, it's like they're pointing a knife at me, it's so damn infuriating!"
After venting his frustrations, his clothes were soaked with alcohol. He suddenly realized the problem that Chen Xian had anticipated beforehand, and couldn't help but admire him.
Look at their foresight; they're mindful of potential dangers even in times of peace.
Seeing that Chen Xian's expression was normal, Uncle Fu nodded and smiled, "It is my blessing to have you by my side, brother."
Chen Xian shook his head: "I'm not a god, but I'm just better at understanding people's hearts than the average person."
When I can't understand something, I tend to think the worst of people.
I looked at the sky, then got up and went upstairs!
Uncle Fu asked in confusion, "What?"
I asked the shop assistant for some oil paper.
"Pack up the leftovers."
Uncle Fu chuckled and said, "Brother Chen really knows how to manage money."
There were plenty of meat dishes on the table. That bastard grabbed the braised pork in front of him and ate it to his heart's content, and also drank some wine.
As for Uncle Fu and Chen Xian, the two of them didn't even touch their chopsticks, just drank a lot of wine.
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