Song Shaobai's resentment vanished completely.
One of the attendants outside, mustering his courage, asked, "Master, you haven't paid your wages as promised. Are you planning to leave?"
The other tailors chimed in, "It was agreed that we'd get 100 coins a day for working overtime at night, but they still owe us about ten days' wages..."
Fu Pingan said cheerfully, "Your young master just sold me a lot of ready-made clothes, and I have some spare money on hand. If I don't go and ask for it now, I'm afraid your young master will make you live a poor life later."
Upon hearing this, the previously calm crowd gathered around Song Shaobai.
Someone frantically tugged at his sleeve.
Someone frantically tugged at his fanny pack.
Some people even tried to pull down his pants.
"ah!"
Song Shaobai: "..."
...
At the same time.
Granny Jia from Qunfang Pavilion kept talking to Chen Xian, inviting him to the Qunfang Pavilion to discuss matters.
Mrs. Jia looked embarrassed and wiped her eyes with a handkerchief: "I was so stupid, really. How could I have questioned the gentleman? He has a grand vision and thinks ten steps ahead for every step he takes."
I originally thought they were all unpopular older women.
Unexpectedly, under the teacher's guidance, these girls experienced a second spring in their lives.
"What do you want to say, Mr. Jia? Just say it."
Madam Jia stammered, "What I mean is, could we resell these girls' indentures to Qunfang Pavilion? Don't worry, the price is negotiable."
After listening for a while, Chen Xian glanced at him subtly.
Uncle Fu left quietly.
Zhu Zhaodi and the others were still busy working in the warehouse in the backyard.
With a worried look on her face, she said, "Miss Zhu, Madam Jia is here again. She seems to be very regretful about selling you to the second manager so cheaply."
Zhu Zhaodi and the others had stiff expressions.
Niu Aihua was surprised and doubtful. "I don't want to. When we go back this time, we definitely won't be teaching girls in the backyard. We'll be performing on a stage."
Everyone's mind was racing.
He walked stiffly to the door.
Uncle Fu was worried and sighed, "It's not that I underestimate the second manager, but apart from his family, he devotes almost all his energy to storytelling and business. It seems like he was born to make money."
Driven only by self-interest, cold and numb, tsk.
A dark cloud seemed to hang over Zhu Zhaodi and the others.
Like a walking corpse.
there.
Madam Jia chuckled and said, "How about five hundred taels? For each young lady, I wonder if the gentleman can resell them?"
In just a few days, he made three thousand taels of silver.
It hurts so much.
Chen Xian said calmly, "Boss Jia, you're wrong. These people are the future storefront and clothes rack of the discount store. The store will need to put a lot of effort into cultivating them in the future."
Madam Jia chuckled, her face showing slight surprise, and gritted her teeth as she said, "I'll add another three hundred taels... eight hundred taels. Sir, you probably don't know the market price. Buying a few pretty young girls and training them would only cost a few dozen taels, and they're still young."
Eight hundred taels of silver, like a string of candied hawthorns, could buy a whole skewer.
"Sir, don't you know that these people are getting old? When their looks fade, they will eventually be disliked by their subordinates?"
A long silence followed.
Looking at the other person, Mrs. Jia was slightly pleased.
I bet you won't be tempted.
It's not that Jia's mother was so generous; it's just that these girls had such a huge influence.
Lately, it seems many people are asking if there are any pretty girls who can dance, sing, or wield swords to perform for the old man on stage.
Money is not a problem.
The silver coins were laid out on the table like flowing water, and Jia Mama was extremely envious, but she just couldn't take them away.
That's infuriating.
The girl outside the door grew increasingly alarmed as she listened to what Jia's mother said.
Eight hundred taels—that's four times the price I paid to buy myself back then.
The second manager remained silent, which probably meant that he didn't disagree, but rather wanted to raise the price.
The girls exchanged glances, their bright eyes seemingly veiled with tears.
If one has never experienced days of freedom, then staying in an apartment building would probably be just so-so.
Having experienced freedom, respect, and equality, it is humiliating to imagine them, especially as men, returning to the upstairs to entertain others.
As Jia's mother was about to speak, she secretly thought to herself, "This is really ruthless."
"One thousand taels..."
Upon hearing this, even she trembled.
Chen Xian shook his head: "Boss Jia, you don't understand me at all. This isn't about money."
Instead, I simply treated them as people who deserve respect.
A free individual.
You can ask them; if they're willing to go back, I can sell them to you indentures..."
Is this true?
When Jia's mother heard the phrase "a person who is respected" and "a free individual," she didn't quite understand.
But I did understand the last sentence.
The door creaked open.
The woman looked at the group of women and said with delight, "Miss Zhenzhen, would you like to come back with me?"
A cold, clear voice came through—No.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
