"If Ah Kun is too lazy, then let's split the profits 90/10!"
In fact, Zhang Xuexian knew that the profit margin of strong liquor was huge, more than ten times higher than the turbid liquor he used to sell. He was greedy for fame, not profit. Besides, even if he only took one-tenth, it would still be a considerable sum.
He had thought about it carefully these past few days. In Jingzhou City, which winery that was about the same size as his did not have a background?
He was the only one who started from scratch and had no background, so he was easily outmaneuvered by the Prince of Jin, who had no real power. If he had any background like the others, Su Xinping would not have dared to bully him like this.
Although he now has strong liquor and it's trending towards becoming a royal business, he is very clear that this is entirely due to the handsome young man in front of him.
Jing Zhe is a perfect fit to be his "background".
As long as he agrees, he can make a lot of money, his Zhang family winery will become famous, and he will no longer have to worry about being bothered. It's a win-win-win situation, and Zhang Xuexian can hardly think of a reason to refuse.
But Jing Zhe shook his head again.
Zhang Xuexian was taken aback, thinking to himself, "Could it be that you think it's not enough?"
But before he could speak, Jing Zhe interjected, "You've already given me 90% of the profits, how could I complain it's too little? It's too much!"
Zhang Xuexian let out a long sigh, then laughed and said, "Not much, not much! This strong liquor came from your hand, and you also came up with the method of selling it. It's a blessing for your uncle to get even ten percent!"
But Jing Zhe disagreed, speaking with an unquestionable tone, "Uncle, let's split it fifty-fifty. If you don't agree, I won't invest!"
"..."
Zhang Xuexian looked at Jing Zhe for a while and wondered when even thinking about earning less money had become a problem.
Finally, he couldn't help but laugh.
"In that case, let's split it 50/50!"
...
When Zhang Xuexian came out of Jing Zhe's room, he looked preoccupied. When he returned to his room, Madam Zhang came to greet him.
"What's wrong with you, sir?"
She handed him a damp towel to wipe his face, then continued to ask, "Didn't he agree?"
The Zhang couple had discussed tonight's events beforehand.
Zhang Xuexian shook his head. "I agree."
"Why are you looking so gloomy after you agreed?"
Madam Zhang asked, somewhat puzzled.
So Zhang Xuexian voiced his thoughts. After listening, Madam Zhang glanced at him and said, "What's there to worry about? If he's really doing this for Xiaoyu's sake, then we should be happy!"
Madam Zhang has always thought highly of Jing Zhe. If what Zhang Xuexian said is true, Jing Zhe is making such concessions because he has ulterior motives towards Zhang Xiaoyu. If the two of them can really get together, that is what she most wants to see.
Zhang Xuexian shook his head and sighed, "If he were just an ordinary person, it would be fine, but he—not only can he make strong liquor, but he can also write poetry so well, and he's even confident of winning first place in tomorrow night's Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Gathering!"
"Didn't you hear what they're saying? The Third Prince of Southern Qi will also participate in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Gathering. If he wins first place, Princess Mo Chen will marry into Southern Qi. But what if A-Kun wins first place?"
"Could it be that Princess Mo Chen is going to marry Ah Kun?"
"It's not impossible!"
Zhang Xuexian felt it was unbelievable that he was worried about his future son-in-law being too outstanding.
Then he continued his analysis: "Ah Kun is handsome, eloquent, and excellent at poetry. If he wins first place in the poetry competition, he can not only defeat the third prince of Southern Qi, but it will also become an opportunity for him to enter the court as an official. It is normal for Princess Mo Chen to take a liking to him!"
This time, Madam Zhang hesitated for a moment, then said, "However, it's nothing..."
"nothing?"
Zhang Xuexian practically roared, "If that's the case, Xiaoyu won't even be a concubine; she'll only be a mistress!"
In the beginning, she didn't want to become Su Xinping's concubine, so the Zhang family refused even at the cost of selling the winery. Now that they are facing the same problem again, how could Zhang Xuexian agree?
But to everyone's surprise, Madam Zhang didn't care at all. "What's wrong with that? A man as capable as Ah Kun is not at a loss to be his mistress! Besides, our Xiaoyu has known him for a long time. It's not bad for her to be the head mistress!"
"..."
Staring at his wife, Zhang Xuexian was speechless for a long time before finally asking, "When the Prince of Jin's heir proposed to you, that's not what you said, Madam!"
Madam Zhang scoffed, "It's mainly because the Prince of Jin's heir is too ugly. How can he be as good-looking as Kun!"
"..."
It turns out that being good-looking really does allow you to do whatever you want!
Thinking about his large face again, Zhang Xuexian felt sad alone.
...
The next day was the fifteenth of August.
Because there was a fierce battle that night that was of unknown duration, Jing Zhe had told Zhang Xuexian in advance that he needed to "recharge his energy" and ended up lying down, sleeping until noon before getting up.
As he stepped out of the door, he was immediately enveloped in a festive atmosphere.
At this moment, colorful murals with wishes for family reunion, such as "a perfect union" and "a full moon," were pasted on the outer walls of the side rooms, the stone platform, and the main gate of the Zhang family courtyard, instantly adding a lot of life to the originally dim and dull courtyard.
Zhang Xiaoyu and Madam Zhang also changed into bright new clothes, and even Hanhan put on a decent new robe, looking quite presentable.
Seeing Jing Zhe get up, Madam Zhang smiled and welcomed him into the house, where various kinds of osmanthus cakes were laid out on the table.
"According to the rules, we should eat in the evening, but knowing that you are going to the Mid-Autumn Poetry Gathering tonight, let's eat in advance!"
Eating osmanthus cakes on Mid-Autumn Festival is a local custom, but Jing Zhe was slightly surprised by the "you" that Madam Zhang mentioned, and looked at Zhang Xiaoyu next to him.
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