Shedding the arrogance of youth, only composure remains.
It also seemed as if one could sense the pressure Chen Xian was under.
All the words I wanted to say were summed up in one sentence: "My husband..."
The intense heat of his breath almost scalded Chen Xian.
Noticing something unusual about the young woman, it seemed that her long-standing stress and exhaustion could be ignited by a single spark...
It seemed as if one could sense an astonishing flow of heat emanating from the woman's body.
Her skin was delicate, smooth, and softer than even the finest silk brocade.
That night, a sudden gust of wind rose outside, dispelling the heat from the house.
Immediately afterwards, the wind became even more violent, pounding against the windows.
It took a long time for things to calm down...
...
In the morning, Chen Xian called the other workers to have breakfast together.
In the morning, the Chen family makes pancakes topped with scallions and stir-fried wild vegetables with eggs.
There's also the roast duck and roast chicken we didn't finish last night.
The men were quite embarrassed as they ate four or five pancakes each.
"Mr. Chen, your food is really delicious. I don't know if it's just my imagination, but even the ordinary-looking flatbread seems to smell like wheat."
Chen Xian smiled and said, "Then eat more."
"Eggs smell good too..."
After finishing his meal, Chen Xian said to the Chen family, "I still have to go to town to handle some business matters. I won't be back for the next few days. We'll talk about our family business when I get back."
The Chen family nodded, "Understood."
The waiter joked, "Boss Chen, you really are a family man."
The others chimed in with envy, saying, "A family man like that must have a happy family. Look at the atmosphere in their family."
We arrived at the cloth shop.
Uncle Fu chuckled and said, "Brother Chen."
Then the two carefully considered their plan to open a clothing store.
Why not just open a separate shop in the fabric store?
Being close by makes management easier.
Next, Uncle Fu sent Shui Sheng, a tailor, and two painters specializing in detailed paintings to Yingzhou Prefecture to copy the popular design.
We've agreed on something important.
Chen Xian: "Take advantage of the grand opening promotion and lower the prices of the fabrics at the fabric store. They'll still be a little cheaper than Gu Jia's..."
Uncle Fu chuckled, a comical look on his face: "You're really cunning, but I like it."
Taking a break from his busy schedule, he quickly gave instructions on the tasks that needed to be arranged for the cloth shop recently.
"Brother Chen, you should take advantage of this little free time and get back to work."
Chen Xian's breath hitched. "After working for so long, can't you take a break and use your brain?"
Teasing voices came from the room.
A long time passed.
Fu Bocai said seriously, "I was serious yesterday. I received news that the walled forum has been neglected recently, and quite a few people have started to make fun of you."
The language used was quite offensive, and it seemed to be praising Qingyun Tower; this guy is very cunning and treacherous.
Chen Xian listened for a while, probably because of the storytelling at the Beixi Bookstore. This guy was originally showing off that the bookstore was cooperating with him on his case storytelling—Liu Gong'an.
Although he was suppressed by Chen Xian in the world of storytelling.
But he felt he was successful again in the storytelling world.
But who knew that a white-browed swordsman would suddenly appear out of nowhere, and the Beijing Opera Bookstore would start cooperating with him.
There are only so many people who enjoy storytelling, and only so much time.
After listening to the White-Browed Hero, how could I have time to listen to Master Liu?
Unfortunately, the storytelling was of exceptionally high quality, which made Qingyunlou feel resentful.
Looking for someone to start writing "The Black and White Eyebrow Hero," Mr. Xu Liang.
Chen Xian nodded, "Got it, just a nuisance."
...
Gujia West Street Cloth Shop.
Gu Junshan looked at the accounts of the cloth sales.
Apart from the fabric temporarily reserved by Song Shaobai, very little of the other fabrics were sold.
On the one hand, West Street is located in a remote area; on the other hand, the cloth merchants are shameless. No matter what price they are charging, those guys always charge ten to fifty coins less.
The surrounding shopkeepers also looked rather lazy.
Gu Junshan seemed to have already foreseen his fate decades later.
The third young master was calculating the accounts with a worried expression, remaining silent and expressionless.
Gu Junshan tapped his fingers on the table.
"Third brother, there might still be a sliver of a chance for our family to salvage the situation. I need someone to give me a push..."
Gu San looked at the man who seemed to have a few more gray hairs at his temples, "Father!"
"The Gu family runs a clothing shop. Didn't the Song family make their fortune through clothing shops? A piece of ordinary cloth that costs 500 coins can be made into a garment and the price can almost double or triple."
Gu San shook his head slightly: "Father is always cautious. Is this going to work? What if the finished clothes don't sell? That would be adding insult to injury."
Gu Junshan shook his head and said, "The Gu family is plagued by chronic illnesses and needs strong medicine. We have no choice but to take a gamble."
That bastard Song Shaobai forced our family to pay 450 cash per bolt of cloth, and we couldn't refuse, otherwise he would sue the Gu family for fraud.
With someone holding your neck and letting them dictate the price, relying solely on orders from individual customers, and looking at the small fabric shops around you, barely surviving and half-dead, that's the end for the Gu family!
Go to Yingzhou Prefecture with Steward He, the hired tailor, and the painter. Specifically look for those well-selling ready-made clothes, and it would be best if you could draw them on the spot.
If not, just buy it.
If Gujia were to directly sell ready-made clothing in the future, producing its own fabrics to reduce costs, wouldn't that be another path they could take?
The plight of ordinary people is nothing to worry about.
"yes!"
When Gu San went out, he was in a hurry. Not far from the door, a beggar was squatting, holding a broken bowl and leaning against the wall.
He closed his eyes and concentrated as if listening to something.
He's acting crazy, constantly muttering to himself.
The once pristine white wall was smeared black by him.
A faint, rotten smell wafted on the wind.
He wrinkled his nose and gave an order to the waiter beside him.
The waiter, holding a stick, yelled, "You old geezer, get lost! You stink, get out of here!"
The beggar bowed and scraped, then limped away...
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