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This is awkward!
Accidents always come so suddenly.
Jiang Nuan glanced towards the door before speaking in a seemingly casual tone, "You know how potent this wine is; it's made using a secret method. If it were that easy for people to spot, its preciousness wouldn't be apparent."
“That makes sense,” Mr. Han nodded earnestly in agreement. “Like the Han family, if we didn’t have a few unique skills, our business would have been snatched away long ago.”
“That’s right, exactly,” Jiang Nuan’s smile grew brighter and brighter. “Brother Han, would you like some more wine today?”
"Yes, I definitely want it," Han's father said reluctantly, "I'll take even half a jar."
“That’s easy to say,” Jiang Nuan touched her nose, then paused before speaking, “Um, I remember sending out two jars before, wait a minute, I’ll go ask if there are any more.”
"Don't worry about me, Madam Jiang, go quickly," Han's father urged impatiently.
He's out of wine, and who knows how long it will be before the next batch arrives, so he'd better buy as much as he can.
Jiang Nuan refilled Han's father's tea with water, then took out a plate of pastries before going to the courtyard.
"Father, Mother," she said urgently, "do you still have any of the ginseng wine I sent you last time?"
"No," Old Man Huang said, completely bewildered. "I had dinner with Huang Song a few days ago, and he drank it all."
“Mine isn’t left either,” Old Master Jiang added. “Jiang Xu took it to his mother-in-law’s house.”
"They're all gone," Jiang Nuan said with a pained expression. "What a pity!"
The half-jar of liquor they drank at home already made her feel like she was cutting off a piece of her own flesh. Jiang Nuan could easily guess how heartbroken the two families would be after learning the truth; they might even feel like killing someone.
Imagine winning five million, but losing the lottery ticket on your way to exchange it for cash... How would that feel?
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," Jiang Nuan said, bringing out the last half-jar of medicinal wine. "There's only half a jar left, no more."
Her heart was bleeding as she said those words!
Is that wine? No, that's a mountain of silver!
"Only half a jar left?" Han's father was a little disappointed, but after a moment he smiled and said, "Half a jar is fine, it's better than nothing."
If you drink it sparingly, it can last for twenty days; if you're even more frugal, it can last for about a month.
In this way, we can probably wait until the next batch of bars.
“There’s only half a jar left, and it’s already been opened, so I’ll give you a discount. Four thousand taels will do,” Jiang Nuan pulled out eight silver notes from the table. “With the commission, it’ll be exactly eight thousand. I’ll return the rest to you.”
"What do you mean?" Mr. Han asked, displeased. "Do I look like the kind of person who needs a bargain?"
When Han Qi goes out to buy things, when does he need someone to round down the price?
Is he the kind of person who is short of money?
“Indeed, it’s not necessary,” Jiang Nuan was speechless. “Then five thousand taels will do.”
She would only refuse if someone else was willing to give her more; she must be incredibly greedy.
“Hmm,” Han’s father’s expression softened considerably, and he pushed the silver notes over. “Since I’ve taken them out, I won’t take them back. Ten thousand taels will be split into two parts: five thousand for wine and the remaining fifteen thousand as a deposit.”
"A share of ten thousand taels?" Jiang Nuan shook her head. "I can't accept a reward without merit."
She used a very common formula, and getting 20% of it is already quite good.
“What’s so special about it?” After saying that, Han’s father immediately realized that he seemed to have revealed his true nature. He cleared his throat and said in a serious tone, “What I mean is that this silver is rightfully Jiang’s.”
Without the recipe, this brat only gave 20% of the profits to the hammer company. Doesn't he have any conscience?
No wonder he's the son his father raised; he's just as heartless as him!
Indeed, in the Han family, only he possesses the demeanor of a great man.
“We’ve already agreed on 20%, so it’s 20%,” Jiang Nuan refused. “A gentleman loves money, but he earns it in a proper way. Take this money back.”
These words strangely made Han Qi happy.
He has never loved money, only spending it; today he has finally met a kindred spirit.
Even though it was an old woman, he couldn't help but feel happy.
“No need to be so polite with me, Madam Jiang,” Han Qi waved his hand. “You’re a woman, and it’s not easy for you. I can’t just watch you suffer. That brat needs to be taught a lesson.”
This blatant disdain surprised Jiang Nuan.
She was very curious: what kind of family could raise such a stupid...idiot!
The overwhelming aura of wealth makes one want to complain: Does Han Yi know that his father is so unreliable?
In the end, Jiang Nuan accepted the money, smiled politely but awkwardly, and saw the person off courteously.
Han Yi knew, of course, that his own father was unreliable.
In the capital, after sneezing three times in a row, Han Yi covered his mouth and asked, "Han Yun, has my father done something stupid again?"
He would sneeze every time his own father dragged him into trouble, so he couldn't help but be on guard.
To think that he was working hard at such a young age, while his own father kept holding him back, is incredibly disheartening.
Ironically, he thought he was upholding justice and was quite pleased with himself.
If this weren't his own father, he would have found an excuse to send the person away long ago.
"Master," Han Yun said after a moment of thought, "it shouldn't be that bad!"
He himself wasn't sure about these words. His master was always capricious. He could put on an act for a short time to maintain appearances, but he would definitely be exposed in the long run.
Aside from his lecherousness, he's pretty much like a child, a true spoiled brat.
However, there is one particularly good thing about him: apart from womanizing and being concerned about his reputation, he does not do anything that would ruin the family's legacy.
“No, something must have happened,” Han Yi stood up abruptly. “Send a letter to Han Feng and ask if he has done what he was told. Has he personally delivered the six thousand taels of silver to the Huang family?”
He emphasized the word "personally".
I really don't want to see my own father make a foolish mistake in the Huang family.
He'd already embarrassed himself once, and if his father did it again, the Han family's image would be completely ruined by the father and son.
From now on, when you go to the Huang family, you have to be very careful and behave yourself!
"Please wait a moment, young master, I will go and write a letter right away."
Han Yun had only taken two steps when Han Yi thought for a moment and called him back, "Never mind, go do other things, I'll write this letter myself."
Han Yi still clung to a sliver of hope, thinking he should ask the Huang family first; perhaps nothing was wrong.
Jiang Nuan was unaware of what was happening in the capital.
After seeing Han's father off, Jiang Nuan explained the wine-selling matter to the two families.
Suddenly, the two old ladies felt their vision go black.
"Good heavens," Old Madam Jiang cried, her heart aching with pain, "Ten thousand taels of silver, and we've just let it slip away like this! Heaven, may lightning strike me dead!"
Old Mrs. Huang immediately chimed in, "Let's kill this old woman too! I actually watched as a mountain of silver was drunk down to nothing."
That's ten thousand taels of silver, enough to buy a thousand acres of fertile land.
The entire Huangjiakou area is only about 300 mu!
What does this mean? The chance for the Huang family to rise up and become landlords was completely wasted by a group of men drinking every last drop.
Thinking about this, she felt that even if she were struck dead by God, she could still crawl out of her coffin.
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