As Zhao Qingyan spoke, she looked at Madam Huang, implying that the person below should handle the matter.
Mrs. Huang smiled. Han Santong was afraid to do business with Mrs. Huang. Although the old lady was very cheerful, she was also very difficult to deal with.
The key point is that it's too difficult to take advantage of the situation unless the old lady is willing.
Finally, both parties reached an agreement to split the profits 40/60 after deducting costs, with the Zhao family receiving 40% and the Wangyue Tower receiving 60%.
This profit-sharing ratio seems like a loss for the Zhao family, but the Huang family knows that they have no powerful connections, and the extra 10% profit is used to ward off disaster.
Of course, she wasn't afraid of Wangyuelou breaking the contract in the future. After all, her precious daughter knew the recipe and could create new products at any time. Yes, that's what it's called.
This kind of cooperation is only temporary. The recipe will be leaked sooner or later, because people's hearts cannot withstand testing, and are prone to greed.
It's impossible for all the work to be done by family members, so after a year, Wangyuelou was allowed to build factories in other places.
The Zhao family releases a new product every quarter; the revenue sharing method will be discussed separately.
After signing the agreement, Han Santong, beaming with joy, put away the few bars of soap that Zhao Qingyan had just taken out in a small brocade box.
He also attached a letter, ordering his trusted confidant to deliver it to his master by fast horse.
As for the piece he had just tried out, he quickly put it away without any hesitation.
This is a contract I signed myself, so I should at least keep a piece for myself.
Zhao Qingyan and Madam Huang were about to get up and go home when Han Santong slapped his forehead.
"My bad, my bad. It's past lunchtime, and I completely forgot to ask if you two had eaten yet."
I'll call the waiter to bring the food now. You two can leave after you've finished eating.
Although Zhao Qingyan was a little hungry, she wasn't in the mood today and indicated to Huang that she wanted to go back first.
Han Santong quickly had the kitchen pack up Wangyuelou's signature pastries and two large food boxes, and had them placed on the Zhao family's carriage.
This time, Huang was driving the carriage, and Zhao Qingyan didn't want to be seen by anyone.
He went into the carriage, took out a small mirror, and looked at his face for about a minute.
"Grandma, I look like a little kid to me. Does that guy surnamed Tu have some kind of weird fetish?"
Sitting on the edge of the carriage, Mrs. Huang heard her granddaughter's question and felt quite helpless.
"I don't know about this milk either. It's just that some spoiled brats do have some really bad habits. Alright, stop thinking about those upsetting things and people."
"We've already resolved that, and we've also settled the workshop matter. That's good."
The grandfather and grandson drove the horse-drawn carriage, clattering along the country lane.
Suddenly, Huang's ears twitched. Zhao Qingyan lifted a corner of the curtain in the carriage and looked towards the woods next to her.
"Grandma, I remember we fought a bear before, and we still haven't eaten it."
"But there are only a few bear paws, not enough to go around. How about we go back into the mountains today and hunt a few more?"
Zhao Qingyan spoke to Madam Huang, who understood.
"Alright, I'll listen to my good daughter." Madam Huang changed her route and headed towards the mountain by the roadside.
The person following behind in the woods had always believed that his lightness skill was superb and that he shouldn't have been discovered, but when he saw the grandfather and grandson's carriage heading straight for the mountains, he felt something was very wrong.
Despite having doubts, they continued to follow.
At the foot of the mountain, there was no one around. Huang stopped the carriage, and Zhao Qingyan jumped down from it.
He also carried two ironwood sticks with him.
After getting off the carriage, they didn't tie it up, letting Hongtang graze on the side.
The grandfather and grandson made the same gesture, holding a stick in their right hand and tapping it lightly. They looked ahead with smiles on their faces.
Tu Jiu, who had been following the grandfather and grandson, was stunned, realizing that he had been discovered.
He thought to himself that these were no ordinary old ladies and young girls.
In a flash, Tu Jiu sensed something was wrong and tried to flee, but Zhao Qingyan caught up with him with lightning speed.
The lasso flew out, and the man was pulled down from the tree.
Fortunately, the person was quite agile and tried to adjust their posture during the fall; otherwise, they might have broken their spine by landing on their bottom.
Just as he was secretly relieved that he hadn't been crippled, Zhao Qingyan arrived in front of him, holding a woodcutter's knife directly to his neck.
The newcomer was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat. He thought himself a master of martial arts, but he never expected that there would be such a skilled person in this small county town.
He tried to move the machete away with his hands, but found that he couldn't budge it an inch.
"Don't even think about escaping from me. Tell me. Who are you, and why are you following us, grandfather and grandson?"
As Zhao Qingyan spoke, she extended her hand forward another half bit.
Feeling a stinging pain in his neck and seeing a trickle of liquid flowing out, Tu Jiu realized for the first time that he was only one step away from death.
He said tremblingly, "Miss, I mean no harm, I just want to know where you live."
Zhao Qingyan said "Oh".
"Are you from the Tu family? Do you know where my family is and what we do there, waiting for an opportunity to take revenge?"
I told you, could you go back and tell your master that I'm not interested in that young master of yours?
Can you please stop bothering me?
I'm only 13 years old this year. I'm still a child. Kid, do you understand?
I'm just wondering, your Tu family is either an official family or at least a very wealthy family, how come you raised someone who can't understand human speech?
If he continues to cause trouble, next time it won't just be a matter of whipping him once.
Tu Jiu expressed his innocence.
"Young lady, can you release me? If you don't move this knife, I can't help you deliver the message."
As Zhao Qingyan recovered from her annoyance, Madam Huang had already driven her horse to the station behind the two of them.
Zhao Qingyan called out "Grandma".
Mrs. Huang smiled.
"Young man, since you're here, you should leave something behind, otherwise our grandson and I would have made a wasted trip."
Driving the carriage is hard work, and so is the horse.
Huang's words sent Tu Jiu into a panic, he almost peed himself, fearing that the grandmother and grandson would dislocate some part of his body and kill him.
As it turned out, Huang's hand reached towards Tu Jiu's chest, belt, and cuffs, finally fixing on his boots.
Zhao Qingyan noticed that the purse Huang was holding wasn't too small.
"Grandma, forget it, forget about the boots. Otherwise, it's not worth it if we take them off and the smell makes us throw up."
Tu Jiu felt like he'd been hit with a thousand points of damage. This was so insulting! He didn't have smelly feet, okay?
But he dared not speak, his eyes fixed on the purse in Huang's hand, and the few taels of silver she usually couldn't bear to spend. His heart was bleeding.
"My wife's dowry! I need to go back and propose to Xiao Cui. Can you give it back to me?"
Tu Jiu made a final struggle.
"No." The grandfather and grandson said in unison.
"Alright, go back. This counts as a work injury. Go back and ask your master for reimbursement," Zhao Qingyan said.
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