"Fortunately, the young commander learned about it in advance, so we were able to ship out the inventory before the news was announced." Zheng Shaoqi raised his glass again to signal Xie Yun, "If we had kept this batch of goods, we would have lost at least 100,000 yuan."
Xie Yun nodded slightly and said modestly: "Father-in-law, you are too kind. I just mentioned some news from the military."
Zheng Wanqing's fingertips gently touched the back of Xie Yun's hand, with gratitude in her eyes. Xie Yun's lips curled slightly, and he held her fingers with his backhand, and gently squeezed them under the table.
The third aunt was sharp-eyed. She was secretly angry when she saw the two of them being so affectionate with each other, but her face was still full of smiles: "Oh, the young commander is really a noble man of our Zheng family! Qingyi, why don't you toast the young commander?"
Zheng Qingyi quickly picked up the wine glass, her voice as sweet as honey: "Brother-in-law, I toast to you."
Xie Yun smiled faintly and just raised his glass to clink with hers without drinking it all.
Zheng Shaoqi was immersed in the worries of doing business and did not notice these subtle undercurrents: "However, once the tariffs increase this time, it will be difficult to do business in the future. The British are determined to suppress Chinese businessmen this time."
After Xie Yun pondered for a moment, he said calmly, "Father-in-law, don't worry. The military is currently negotiating with the United States on the import of cotton yarn. If it works, we may be able to sell it to the American market."
"Although the American market is good..." Zheng Shaoqi frowned, looking worried.
"Don't worry, father-in-law." Xie Yun calmly took out a gold-stamped business card from his inner pocket and handed it to Zheng Shaoqi, "This is the contact information of the comprador of Meifeng Yangyi. They are in need of high-quality cotton yarn."
Zheng Shaoqi was overjoyed and raised his glass repeatedly: "Thank you, Marshal."
Seeing Xie Yun turning a blind eye to Zheng Qingyi's hospitality, the third aunt felt more and more resentful, and pushed her daughter subtly: "Qingyi, pick some food for the young commander."
"No need."
Xie Yun slowly opened the crab shell, scooped out the most delicious part and put it on Zheng Wanqing's plate: "Eat it quickly, it will smell fishy when it gets cold."
Zheng Wanqing pursed her lips and smiled, as if a spring breeze was blowing on her face. She lowered her head and took a sip. The delicious taste melted in her mouth, and happiness spread in her heart.
Zheng Qingyi froze in place, the chopsticks she wanted to pick up food for Xie Yun hanging in the air, not knowing whether to move forward or backward, her face full of embarrassment. The third aunt's face sank slightly, and when she was about to speak again, Zheng Yuheng hurried in from outside with a telegram in his hand.
"Dad, there's just news from the customs." He walked quickly to Zheng Shaoqi's side, deliberately lowering his voice, "The British are implementing the new tariff ahead of schedule, starting tomorrow."
Zheng Shaoqi's expression suddenly changed: "So fast?"
Zheng Yuheng nodded solemnly: "Fortunately, we have already shipped this batch of goods, otherwise we would have lost all our money."
Zheng Shaoqi let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at Xie Yun again, his eyes full of gratitude: "Young Marshal, this time it is really thanks to you."
Xie Yun smiled faintly and said sincerely: "We are a family, no need to be so polite."
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