"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing!" The guys brought by Stan walked forward, waving their arms and trying to drive away Zou Ming who was blocking Stan, but before they got close, they were stopped by Wu Yan and others.
After all, they are supermarket employees who have to train every day and have practiced fighting. Although Wu Yan and his group are few in number, the guys can't get through with them blocking the way.
"Stop making noise!" Stan took a step back and yelled to the guys behind him, "Go back."
The guys were stunned.
What does it mean? Has the boss changed his ways? He no longer wants to do business without capital?
Stan straightened his collar, put on a smile again, and said to Zou Ming, "Okay, I'll go in alone."
Zou Ming didn't say anything else, but stepped aside to make way for Stan to walk on the cobblestone road leading to the supermarket.
Wu Yan and the others stayed where they were. They were completely worried about these guys. They felt that they didn't look like guys at all, but more like thugs.
Whose guys are all big guys?
Cao'er even put his hand on the gun.
"It's quite big here." Stan glanced at Zou Ming's expression from the corner of his eye. "Black hair is really rare."
Zou Ming didn't answer. Stan couldn't continue singing by himself, so he could only look away and follow Zou Ming's footsteps.
When Stan stepped onto the supermarket stairs, he almost slipped and fell.
It was Zou Ming who grabbed his "wrist", which was more like the cuff than the wrist.
Stan: “…”
He could sense the other person's disdain.
This was the first time he was disliked by someone, and it was so obvious.
But the most painful thing was that even if he noticed it, he couldn't say anything and had to smile at others.
"What kind of floor is this?" Stan looked at the ground. "It's so slippery."
As he spoke, he lay down.
He knelt down like a toad, and after he knelt down, he touched it with his hands, and then knocked it. After he had been touching and knocking for a while, he opened his mouth, looked up with an almost demented face, and asked Zou Ming in disbelief: "Is this porcelain?"
"porcelain?!"
"You actually used porcelain to pave the floor!!!"
Stan's voice grew louder and shriller, until he finally sounded like a tenor.
He was even reluctant to get up from the ground, as if the floor was paved not with tiles but with gold.
Stan: "Do you know what this is?! This is porcelain! This is porcelain shipped from the East, and only nobles and royal families can use it! Even I had to pay a high price to buy a set of tableware!"
Stan was so distressed that he almost cried.
With so much money, they actually used it to pave the floor. Is this fair?!
Zou Ming: "Well, this is a tile floor."
Stan looked up stupidly and repeated Zou Ming's words: "Porcelain, tile floor?"
“You use porcelain to make bricks?”
Is he crazy? Is there enough porcelain to make bricks?
Zou Ming showed no disdain or disgust, and acted very calmly: "Yes, how long will you stay here?"
Stan stroked the floor reluctantly and stood up again. He felt like he was walking on gold. No, even gold was not so expensive.
When walking into the supermarket, Stan's steps were particularly light, as if he could grow wings and fly over - porcelain is so precious, what if he breaks it? !
That's money! Even though it's not his money.
"Be gentle, be gentle." Not only did he walk lightly himself, he also asked Zou Ming to walk lightly as well.
It was as if Zou Ming was not stepping on the floor, but on his fragile heart.
After much difficulty, I brought the dawdling Stan to the door of the lounge. Stan was sticking to the shelf again. He was attracted by the glass again. He didn't even dare to breathe deeply, for fear that he would blow the quilt apart with one breath.
"Our boss is inside." Zou Ming opened the door of the lounge.
Stan then withdrew his gaze and coughed lightly, not wanting to act like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.
However, as soon as he walked into the lounge, his attention was attracted by the glass coffee table.
After a pause of several seconds, Stan looked behind the coffee table.
There was a dark grey sofa there, and sitting on it was a young man with the same short black hair as the man who brought him here.
Stan didn't expect that such a young and handsome man would be the boss here.
After all, most people who look like this are children of the nobility who don't need to earn money themselves.
Most businessmen are like him. Although they are not ugly, they are not good-looking either.
If he didn't know that the boss was in this room, he would have thought that the other party was a noble who came to buy something.
"You can call me Zhou." Ye Zhou stood up and smiled at Stan, "Please sit down."
Stan paused for two seconds before saying, "My name is Stan."
At Ye Zhou's invitation, he sat on the single sofa in front of him.
So soft! Stan felt his butt sink into a ball of stretchy cashmere, soft but not so soft that he could sink in.
Stan had just sat down when he heard footsteps. He turned his head to look at the door of the room, his heart in his throat.
But he didn't see the thugs, but a woman who was already quite old.
Stan was a little surprised. After all, a woman of this age, unless she was a noble lady, would not be able to hold her head high and her chest puffed out - too much work would weigh down people's shoulders, but the woman in front of him, her skin was not delicate or white, but her back was straight when she walked, and she took big and powerful steps.
Then he looked in surprise as the woman placed a porcelain cup in front of him.
"I don't know what you like to drink, this is tea." Ye Zhou smiled, "It shouldn't be hot, it can moisten your throat."
Stan looked up suddenly: "Tea?!"
Ye Zhou nodded.
Stan's eyes widened. He had completely forgotten about the no-cost business. "They're selling tea here?! They're selling both porcelain and tea?!"
Jewelry crystal balls are all virtual, there are too many things that can be replaced.
But porcelain and tea leaves are irreplaceable! A handful of tea leaves can even be sold for the price of a gold coin.
Tea is not tea, tea is gold.
Porcelain is not just porcelain, it is something more valuable than gold.
Stan's face flushed and his breathing became heavy. Is this heaven? There was plenty of tea to entertain guests and a porcelain floor. He could no longer see anything but handfuls of gold coins.
"Sell." Ye Zhou didn't expect that there were already tea and porcelain here.
So there must be some similarities with his home country?
However...it seems a bit outrageous if my own country has a bunch of orcs, elves, dwarves and so on.
If it's similar to our motherland, it should be a bunch of monsters? Carp monsters, snake monsters, etc.?
Ye Zhou's thoughts did not wander for too long. He picked up the teacup and took a sip, then asked softly, "These two items are not cheap."
Stan was so obsessed with money that he committed a big mistake in business. He shouted, "If the price is lower, I won't buy it!"
After doing business for so many years, Stan knows how valuable porcelain and tea are.
As long as merchant ships traveling between the East and the West could arrive at the port safely, their cargoes would be divided up by big merchants who had a good relationship with the captain before they even left the port.
A businessman like him still has some status here, but if he goes to a city with a port, he will be nothing at all.
You can’t buy it even if you have money.
Those big merchants would sell porcelain and tea directly to the nobles.
The nobles liked to use porcelain to show off their status. Whether it was tableware or vases, as long as they could be replaced with porcelain, they would replace them all.
Serving a cup of brewed tea to guests is the highest form of etiquette.
Because it was popular among the nobles, some merchants in the private sector would also buy it, not for resale, but just to enjoy the life of the nobles.
There is a reason why these things are expensive. There are few merchant ships, and a shipload of porcelain will be broken on the way, causing a lot of losses.
Tea leaves may also become damp during transportation, provided they arrive safely.
More merchant ships encountered pirates and storms, and were damaged in the sea, and their cargoes sank into the sea.
If three out of ten ships of cargo can return to port, it would be considered a good harvest.
If the profits were not huge enough, there wouldn't be so many captains and sailors willing to risk their lives.
"I want all of them, no matter how many you have!" Stan slapped the coffee table.
After taking the picture, he looked at the table, then at his hands, and smiled cautiously at Ye Zhou: "This one is pretty solid."
Ye Zhou also laughed: "You want all? I don't think you have enough money."
Stan asked tentatively, "Can this room be filled?"
Ye Zhou shook his head.
Stan laughed and said, "Don't even mention that this room can't be filled. Even if it can be filled, I can buy it."
Ye Zhou: "Not that it can fill up this room, but that it can fill up this entire house."
Stan opened his mouth suddenly and with a "crack", his jaw dislocated.
But he had no time to take care of his chin. He let his saliva flow down and only used his eyes to observe Ye Zhou's expression.
The other party didn't lie! He didn't lie!
Who on earth is this young man?
Porcelain and tea, even the king didn't own much of these things, so how could he say that he had enough to fill up this room?
If...if he really has so much, then, then...
While Stan was in a daze, Ye Zhou shouted to Zou Ming at the door: "Zou Ming, come in and help, his jaw is dislocated."
Ye Zhou wouldn't take it. He was afraid that once he made a move, the other party would really say goodbye to his chin.
Zou Ming walked in, got a piece of cloth, and used it to fix Stan's chin. He then handed the cloth to Stan and asked him to wipe his saliva himself.
Stan's eyes had changed when he looked at Ye Zhou.
Combining the other person's age, appearance and temperament, as well as the "guy's" previous attitude towards him, Stan already had an idea in his mind.
He whispered, "Your Highness, please put it down. I won't tell anyone anything."
“No one will know you have so much tea and china.”
Ye Zhou: “……?”
What? What prince?
Stan couldn't hide the pride in his eyes.
Only people from the royal family can have access to large caravans and consume so much goods.
In addition, the other party does not look like a businessman and the clerk has such a bad attitude, the most likely possibility is that the other party is His Royal Highness the Third Prince, who has the most financial resources in the royal family.
As for hair color...
It must have been dyed with something!
Otherwise it wouldn’t be possible for so many people to have black hair!
Stan thinks he is so smart and there is no one smarter than him in the world.
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