Forty-one thousand kilograms of raw silk were sold for a total of 123,000 taels of silver.

Xuelang participated in the distribution of the 30,000 catties of silk that he later bought. He sold the 30,000 catties of silk for 90,000 taels, making a net profit of 60,000 taels after deducting the cost. According to the agreement, Xuelang could get half of the profit, which was 30,000 taels.

Together with the returned 20,000 taels of capital, Xuelang actually managed to collect just enough 50,000 taels.

The three of them came to the Wanyuanhao headquarters in Hubu Lane and transferred the bills worth 50,000 taels to his name.

Holding the stack of large bills in his hand, Xuelang felt a strong sense of unreality. In less than half a month, his twenty thousand taels of silver had more than doubled!

He actually managed to collect a full 50,000 taels before the end of the month!

"This must be the Buddha's arrangement." It is easy for monks to find excuses, and when he thought of this, he immediately felt at ease.

"It was clearly the young master who helped you earn the money, but you, a monk, are thanking Buddha." Tang Youde grinned.

"If it wasn't for the Buddha's guidance, how could I have gone to see Mr. Zhao?" Xuelang blinked, clasped his hands together and said, "Mr. Zhao has a profound wisdom and has a great affinity with my Buddhist sect."

"Don't give me that. I haven't married yet." Zhao Hao rolled his eyes at him. He was in such a good mood today that he didn't bother to argue. He went back to the counter with Tang Youde to receive their shares.

He and Tang Youde agreed to split the profits equally both times, so both of them made a profit of 29,000 taels. Together with the returned principal of 5,000 taels, Zhao Hao received 34,000 taels transferred by Tang Youde;

He only took 2,000 taels to redeem the farm and for daily expenses, and ordered the court official to deposit the remaining 32,000 taels into the account.

Thinking that in a few days, it would be the month-end payment day for Weijixian, and he would have more than 800 taels of cash on hand, Zhao Hao put away the bill with satisfaction and squinted his eyes happily.

"The days of being short of money are finally gone. I no longer have to be so frugal..."

~~

After the spoils were divided, Xuelang thanked Zhao Hao again, then took a sedan chair and leisurely returned to the Da Baoen Temple.

Tang Youde looked at Zhao Hao reluctantly, smiling and said, "Sir, I will be with you from now on. Don't forget me if anything good happens."

Tang Youde invested a total of 10,000 taels of capital this time and earned back 29,000 taels. However, he generously borne all the transaction costs, and in the end there was about 36,000 taels left in his account... which directly doubled his wealth!

Now, he can finally call himself a wealthy businessman in Jinling.

What mattered to him more than making money was that he could become Zhao Hao's first partner, witnessing and helping him complete a legendary business operation.

This is something he can brag about for the rest of his life! Young Master Zhao is a noble person he must curry favor with!

"Haha, Boss Tang is so dedicated. Let's take a good rest for two days and count the money first." Zhao Hao stretched and walked onto the carriage road: "I'm so tired, I'm going home."

I don’t know why he is so tired?

Tang Youde ignored the gazes of others, waved his hand vigorously at the carriage, and said loudly: "Young Master, have a good rest and take care of yourself..."

~~

After noon, Xuelang returned to Da Baoen Temple.

He planned to go back to the monastery to change into a more low-key monk's robe and report this great news to the golden statue of Buddha.

But who would have thought that as soon as he entered the courtyard where he lived, he saw several warriors in tight clothes standing outside his house.

Xuelang frowned slightly, and the little monk who was watching over the house hurried over and whispered, "Master Hua is here."

"Oh?" Xuelang showed a relieved expression, and walked into the temple while smiling and said, "I was wondering who was coming with such a grand ceremony, it turns out that it's Grand Tutor Hua's son who has come to visit!"

In the temple, an elegant young man wearing a blue robe with hibiscus patterns and a mutton-fat jade hairpin on his head was gently waving an ivory folding fan and looking up to admire the picture of a jade girl playing the flute.

Hearing Xuelang's voice, he turned around, and his handsome face was full of the frivolity of a young romantic boy.

"You are a bad boy, Xuelang. Instead of being a proper monk, you engage in kidnapping activities." Young Master Hua pointed at Xuelang with his folding fan, with a half-smile on his face, and his tone was not serious as if he was accusing him of something.

"Don't talk nonsense at the feet of the Buddha." Xuelang put his hands together and asked with a smile: "Would you like to drink Longjing or Zisun?"

"Drink some Zisun. You've caused a big trouble, do you know that?" Young Master Hua sat down beside the long table.

Xuelang sat behind the long table, boiling water and making tea with skillful movements, and asked with a smile, "Is it about Wuyang?"

"What else could it be?" Young Master Hua glared at him unhappily and said, "My father-in-law returned to Taicang from the capital. He was very happy that his work was done. But when he heard that his nephew, whom he had high hopes for, actually went to Nanjing to take a fourteen or fifteen-year-old kid as his teacher, he almost died. How can he, the leader of the literary world, put his face?"

"This is not my fault." Xuelang heard the sound of water in the steamer reach 70% and 80% of the volume, so he waved his hand and asked the young monk to take away the small charcoal basin under the steamer. "He came to me on his own, but he didn't say he wanted to become my disciple."

"If you hadn't written the letter, would he have been lured to Nanjing?" Young Master Hua said indignantly.

"Have you read the letter? What do you think? Mr. Zhao's poetry can be said to be the best in the world, right?" Xuelang brewed tea while looking at Master Hua, hoping to get his approval.

"What letter? Sixth brother didn't leave any, how can I read it?" Young Master Hua took the teacup unhappily, skimmed off the foam with the cup lid, took a deep sniff, and praised, "Good tea!"

"No wonder." Xuelang smiled and said, "Then do you want to take a look?"

"I don't want to see it now!" Young Master Hua took a sip of tea and said, "My father-in-law ordered me to kidnap my sixth brother and bring him back. That's what I came here to do. I don't want to know anything else."

"You, Mr. Hua, have become more and more vulgar since you got married." Xuelang said depressedly, "It's not Grand Tutor Hua's order. Just listen to your father-in-law's words. Why do you take it so seriously?"

"You, you know I..." Young Master Hua's handsome face flushed red, as if he had something to hide, but he was too embarrassed to say it out loud. Finally, he said awkwardly, "If it was my father's order, I would ignore it."

"Okay, I'll tell you the place." Xuelang was so annoyed that he had no choice but to write down the address and handed it to Mr. Hua, saying, "This is Mr. Zhao's home. You must be polite when you go there. He is not easy to deal with."

"I went to find my sixth brother, but he ignored me!" Young Master Hua sneered, took the address and looked at it, his expression became more and more amused, "How could there be a powerful person living in Caijia Lane? My sixth brother doesn't mind it."

"Hehe, you'll know when you go there." A sly smile flashed across Xuelang's lips.

~~

Meanwhile, Zhao Hao also returned to Caijia Lane. After giving out silver as per custom, he dismissed all the strong men. Then, accompanied by Gao Wu, he entered his own lane.

I saw two large sedan chairs parked in the alley, and the sedan chair bearers and umbrella bearers in red uniforms were squatting under the wall to avoid the heat.

"Who is it? Is he your peer?" Zhao Hao suppressed his surprise, walked past the sedan bearers, and returned to his own courtyard.

But two unexpected guests arrived again.

"It's you two?" Zhao Hao was surprised.

It turned out to be Zhou Jijiu from the Imperial College and Liu Yuanwai, the leader of the Suzhou business community.

After the failed cancellation of the engagement that day, Zhao Hao hadn't seen them for several months. His visit this time was probably like a weasel visiting a chicken to pay a New Year's visit - he had no good intentions!

P.S. I turned down all the gatherings before and after the New Year and stayed at home to write. Are you touched? Well, I am actually timid. Everyone should stay at home to read books. I wish all readers and their families are safe and healthy! Please recommend, collect and comment~~~