Zhou Yi received a secret order to carry out a difficult and great task.
I patted my chest and realized this is the feeling of being worth more than a thousand gold.
A thousand gold coins, that’s ten thousand taels!
It turns out that these days, the most profitable business is the one with no capital.
When I got off the carriage, I saw two young men walking out of the yard.
Following behind was Han Zeyu who came out to close the door.
It was cold and they were wearing thick clothes. Zhou Yi looked for a while before he recognized the identities of the two people.
They were originally the two children of the Luo family, but didn’t Luo Wanqing go crazy and beat people?
But now it seems that the symptoms have eased a lot and she can even go out with her brother.
Luo Wanqing is indeed getting better, at least she can take care of herself, but she still can't speak.
Mrs. Luo is already very satisfied to be able to recover to this extent.
Han Zeyu pretended not to see Zhou Yi and wanted to close the door after sending the siblings away.
Zhou Yi rushed over quickly, shouting, "Wait a minute, Mr. Han! I'm here to settle the account!"
Suddenly, the closed door opened again from the inside.
Han Zeyu said with surprise, "Oh my! Isn't this Lord Zhou? Why are you here? I'm sorry for not welcoming you!"
Zhou Yi thought to himself that this guy was really realistic. The door panel almost hit him in the face just now, but when he heard that he was here to settle the account, he immediately became like a different person.
"Boss Han, may I come in and discuss this in detail?"
Han Zeyu looked Zhou Yi up and down, and his meaning was very clear: you came here empty-handed?
He turned his gaze to the carriage again and looked around for a moment, still looking embarrassed.
This was a person who would not show his eagle until he saw the rabbit. Zhou Yi had no choice but to take out the envelope from his arms and shake it in front of Han Zeyu.
"This is compensation, the amount is quite large, and it may not be safe to trade it outside."
Han Zeyu's eyes lit up. Judging from the thickness of the envelope, it must contain silver bills.
"Master Zhou, be careful!"
Zhou Yi was startled by the sudden shout and turned his head instinctively to look, but the next moment he felt his hands were empty.
There was a "bang" sound, and Han Zeyu's apologetic voice came from behind the door.
"I'm so sorry, Master Zhou. My master is not here, so it's really inconvenient to receive a man from outside. I'm afraid the neighbors will gossip."
"I'll take the things first. I'll have Tiezhu take the IOU back to you tomorrow. I won't keep you here any longer. Goodbye!"
Look at the closed gate in front of you, and then look at your empty hands.
Zhou Yi doubted his life. Was he being splashed with dirty water again?
Gusts of cold wind mixed with fluttering snowflakes penetrated my collar and blew on my face...
No matter how cold the wind and snow were, they could not compare to his despair.
The back that had not yet straightened up finally bent down again.
Zhou Yi got into the carriage and hugged the hand warmer to his chest.
While warming his cold heart, he lamented the fickleness of the world and the wickedness of human hearts.
Han Zeyu! You're going too far!
If you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it. You don't care about anyone.
Facts have proved that when you are under someone else's roof, you should keep your head down before speaking.
Plans cannot keep up with the speed of change, and changes come at a loss.
Just three days after Zhou Yi made his bold statement, Mr. Erqi's new book went on sale at Yujia Bookstore.
Due to the cold weather, Yujia Bookstore distributed wooden signs engraved with numbers the day before, which saved everyone the time of queuing.
The first batch is limited to 300 copies, and the price is low, so hurry up and buy it.
After the book lovers got the new books, they discovered why they were so cheap.
Unscrupulous booksellers, this is just selling dog meat under the guise of sheep meat! How can you smuggle in private goods?
After more than three years of cooperation, Lin Jing has now grown into a qualified profiteer.
Spitting, blaming, and scolding are nothing. My benefactor once said that being black and red is also red, and being famous brings a lot of gossip.
Go your own way and let others talk!
Make money from others and let everyone scold you!
If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. Lin Jing has been going further and further down the path of shamelessness.
Gu Tanhua sincerely invited Su Shien to go to Yujia Bookstore together.
In his opinion, as a die-hard fan of Mr. Erqi, Su Shien would definitely not miss the release of the new book.
Su Shien was curious: "Why bother with all this trouble? Why not just let the servants queue up?"
Gu Chengyi beat his chest and stamped his feet, heartbroken: "Your worship of Mr. Erqi is not fervent enough! Not pure enough! Not devout enough!"
Su Shien looked regretful. He often seemed out of tune with other book fans because he was not narcissistic enough.
He needs to learn from his husband about this. Why does he love him so much?
He rejected Gu Tanhua's invitation and tactfully said that he had channels to get the new book.
With Gu Chengyi's face full of shock, I accidentally told him what a serialized novel is.
At this time, Guo Bang came over and asked mysteriously, "Mingran, have you finished reading the new storybook in your hand?"
Su Shien nodded in confusion.
Guo Bangyan said in an embarrassed voice, "Can you lend it to me? I'm short on money, so I won't buy it. But don't get me wrong, it's my child who wants to see it."
Su Shien nodded in understanding, without exposing the fact that Guo Bangyan was making up a friend out of nothing.
I thought, just watch it! Why let the child take the blame?
After returning home, Su Shien went to the study to look for sample magazines. These were three copies sent to him by Lin Jing.
He took out a book and handed it to Tiezhu, asking him to take it to the Dali Temple to do a favor.
"Okay, thank you, Master."
Tiezhu was embarrassed to say that most of the people in Dali Temple were serious and old-fashioned. Would anyone read this kind of storybook?
Han Zeyu hugged the back of his chair, envious and sour. "What a bestseller! It's selling so fast, the demand can't keep up with the supply!"
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