Han Zeyu's facial cream was nationalized before it became a best-seller both at home and abroad.
To be more precise, it belonged to the emperor.
But it's not bad for him to be able to just sit back and wait for his share of the profits, and he still lives a happy life.
The newly opened shop on Zhuque Street is a joint venture between Lin Xue and Han Yumo, and sells high-end luxury goods produced by weaving and dyeing workshops.
A handkerchief costs twenty-five taels of silver, which can definitely be regarded as a blatant robbery.
Jiang Mingyue took care of her household affairs, and came to the capital to seek refuge with Han Zeyu with her meager savings and a loyal servant.
After not seeing each other for a long time, Jiang Mingyue found it difficult to look directly at Han Zeyu.
It's not that it's so horrible that it's unbearable to look at, but it's so radiant that it makes people feel ashamed of themselves.
Looking at his dusty self, he was clearly the younger one, so why did he look so worn out? Was the climate and soil of the capital really that nourishing?
Han Zeyu laughed in his heart as if his evil plan had succeeded.
After the main group left, you felt empty, lonely, and cold, didn't you? Did you miss me? Did you miss Ma Zhao? Did you want to be An An's stepfather?
You little brat, now that you’re here, don’t even think about leaving. I’m going to empty your pockets.
Want to be as radiant and youthful as him?
Come, come, come and learn about the cream produced by a miracle doctor and made with a secret recipe from ancient palace.
Jiang Mingyue looked at the fist-sized porcelain bottle, her eyes full of curiosity and desire.
Han Zeyu laughed strangely and said, "Be my personal painter for the rest of your life!"
Mr. Qingbai’s “gray and yellow” industry chain urgently needs your joining.
A small bottle of facial cream has driven countless people crazy.
When it comes to sales genius, Hua Kongque can hardly even be one-tenth as good as the current emperor.
They used it themselves first, and then gave it to the Empress Dowager and the Queen.
The few concubines in the harem also received rewards, but they were all in small bottles, only enough for three days, which was nothing compared to Han Zeyu's fist-sized porcelain bottle.
His Majesty the Emperor's business empire started with taking advantage of old customers, and he took all the high-end routes, gaining a lot of fans among the powerful class.
With his pockets full and his treasury overflowing, the emperor generously reduced taxes again, and his popularity among the people reached its peak.
As the news spread, the imperial merchants also wanted to get involved. They did not dare to compete with His Majesty for profits, so they wanted to import some goods and take them back to their own territories to circulate secretly.
At this time, the top sales champion broke through the siege, followed Han Zeyu's path, and began to contact various top wealthy businessmen.
His face attracts both men and women, he is eloquent, has a good grasp of the customer base, and provides the right emotional value, so the orders are signed without being humble or arrogant.
As expected of a male courtesan, he is well-informed.
Han Zeyu was curious: "Did she sell her body?"
Hua Kongque said righteously: "I am selling my art now, not my body."
"Have you come to terms with it?"
“It’s not selling anymore.”
Han Zeyu felt sympathetic: "Young people, you should pay more attention to your health..."
The peacock left "lonely" and his expression changed immediately after he walked out of the door. He hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Communicating with Han Zeyu was really exhausting.
If you are not careful and your acting skills fall off, you may end up getting beaten up.
However, the advantages of following him outweigh the disadvantages. At least Miss Sun from the Wuxing Marquis's Mansion will not dare to cause trouble for him.
After seeing off the top salesperson, Han Zeyu turned around and asked Sister Ying to instruct the kitchen to stew some nourishing medicinal food, as his husband would be back soon.
Su Shien is not even thirty years old yet, but he is so strong and vigorous thanks to the medicinal food he has been nourished with. Anyone who sees him would have to praise him for being a man of both civil and military talents.
Su Shien jumped off the horse and rubbed his hands. Just as he was about to step into the mansion, a black shadow jumped out from behind him.
Tiezhu rushed into the door like a black whirlwind without even saying hello.
"Master, this is bad! My Zhao Xun has been captured by the old woman!"
Han Zeyu lifted the door curtain and ran into the yard.
What's going on? How could such a vicious incident happen in the capital's security?
Who is it? Who dares to steal his right-hand man?
Tiezhu cried and complained, "It was the old woman from the Wuxing Earl's mansion."
Han Zeyu breathed a sigh of relief. That was all right. She couldn't defeat the ruthless Zhao Xun with no opinion of her own. It was useless even if she bet her seniority and status.
Han Zeyu took the sad-looking Tiezhu out to find a place to fight.
Su Shien also wanted to go with him, but Han Zeyu pushed him back and told him to go to the kitchen to drink soup and wait for him to return triumphantly.
To put it bluntly, he couldn't get involved in the fight between the people in the inner house.
Tiezhu is the bosom lady's grandson in name only. They are relatives, so how can you say that you are being coerced? Tiezhu, you are too ignorant.
The particularly sensible Han Zeyu is ready to do a great job.
It’s a pity that Zhao Xun didn’t give him a chance. He came back on his own with a full load.
It seems that he is not going to venture into the dangerous place, but to get something for free.
Han Zeyu felt a little sympathetic towards the Wuxing Marquis's Mansion: "Zhao Xun, take it easy. The Marquis's Mansion isn't wealthy either."
Zhao Xun didn't take it seriously: "If they invite someone to their home, shouldn't they treat them warmly? They've taken up my working time, so this little bit of money can be considered as compensation for lost work time!"
Tiezhu accepted the "lost wages" and still stood up for his husband.
"They said something unpleasant, didn't they? You should actually ask for compensation for emotional distress."
Zhao Xun nodded: "Wait for the next opportunity."
Han Zeyu looked at the backs of the young couple and couldn't help but think of his good mother-in-law, Su Wangshi, who was far away in his hometown...
Forget it, he is rich now, so he doesn’t care about those trivial things anymore.
Zhao Xun was only twenty-one years old, but he had made remarkable achievements in battle, and he had much of the same momentum as Han Zeyu back then, and he was even better than his teacher.
Four people sat at a table, and six eyes were staring at Zhao Xun expectantly. Their gossipy hearts were about to jump out of their chests and hit Zhao Xun in the face.
"It's just the same old stuff. They wanted to take a concubine for Tiezhu but didn't say it directly. They beat around the bush, so I just played dumb!"
"Did they induce labor?"
Zhao Xun nodded and continued eating.
But Tiezhu was not happy. He thought that his children and grandchildren would have their own blessings. He would enjoy his own happiness without them. What did it have to do with those people whether he had children or not?
Zhao Xun suffered a lot when he was a child. He had a poor foundation and was frail. Later, he took good care of himself and nothing was noticeable.
But Han Zeyu knew that Zhao Xun had secretly seen a doctor and the diagnosis was not optimistic.
Zhao Xun was quite optimistic. He had never thought about getting married, let alone having offspring.
With Tiezhu's bad character, not to mention that he has difficulty in having children, even under normal circumstances, he would have to think twice about whether to have a child.
But fate always plays tricks on people. On New Year's Eve, Zhao Xun became pregnant.
Han Zeyu didn't notice it, but Mu Chen, who came to ask for leave, discovered the clue.
As a wood-type mutant, his perception of vitality is stronger than anyone else.
Several people stared at Zhao Xun's belly in disbelief.
Zhao Xun was also confused, staring blankly at his flat abdomen, as if an acupuncture point had been pressed, and he didn't move.
This time Mu Chen couldn't leave. He was detained by Han Zeyu and asked to protect Zhao Xun's pregnancy.
Mu Chen came to ask for leave. He needed to be away for a while. That damn Marquis Wu'an had discovered him, so he wanted to go out and avoid the limelight.
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