The next morning, Wang Wuyang reported to his master everything about his brother-in-law's visit yesterday.

"The son of Grand Tutor Hua, the son-in-law of Alliance Leader Wang?" Zhao Hao's heart moved, and he couldn't help but smile: "I wonder if Qiuxiang is still in their house?"

Wang Wuyang was stunned when he heard this, not knowing who his master was talking about. "Who is Qiuxiang? I'll ask him another day."

"It's okay, I was just talking nonsense." Zhao Hao thought to himself that Tang Bohu had passed away for decades, and even if Sister Qiuxiang was still alive, she would be an old lady. It would be better not to shatter the beautiful fantasy.

He waved his hand and smiled, "They mean well, don't go too far."

"Master, that's right." Wang Wuyang hurriedly accepted the instruction, but he couldn't help but said angrily: "Just seeing his arrogant look makes me angry."

"You were like this before, too." Zhao Hao smiled and kicked him, saying, "Stop making noise. Go and help Qiaoqiao serve the meal."

Wang Wuyang brought the breakfast prepared by Qiaoqiao from the kitchen to the shade of the tree.

Zhao Hao had just picked up the bowl of shrimp roe wontons when he saw Tang Youde walk in excitedly.

"Haha, Boss Tang, we are going to have lunch together, right?"

"Wow, it smells so good." Tang Youde took a deep breath, smelling the tempting aroma of lard and shrimp sauce, and said with a smile on his face, "If the young master summons me, Old Tang will definitely rush to come sooner rather than later."

"Then let's have wontons instead." Zhao Hao smiled and asked him to sit down.

Qiaoqiao then served Boss Tang a bowl of red soup wontons with shrimp roe.

Tang Youde scooped up a delicate wonton and brought it to his mouth. He blew away the heat before swallowing it in one bite, savoring it carefully.

"Well, egg white is added to the dough, and the dough is kneaded just right. It melts in your mouth." One look at Tang Youde's corrupt stomach and you can tell that he is a gourmet. This is the first time he has praised the meal at Mr. Zhao's house.

Qiaoqiao glanced at Zhao Hao with pride when she heard this. Because this guy was so difficult to please, she learned the cooking skills from the master chef of Weijixian and added Weijixian's secret shrimp soy sauce.

Seeing Zhao Hao smile with satisfaction, Qiaoqiao happily turned around and went back to work.

After they finished their breakfast, Wang Wuyang cleared the dishes and brewed a pot of tea. Zhao Hao then got down to business.

"How about it, do you want to make another buck with me?"

"Ah, didn't you say you would take a break for two days?" Tang Youde looked at him in surprise. For a businessman, letting money sleep at home is simply the biggest crime.

"I've found another good opportunity." Zhao Hao took a sip of tea.

"What a great opportunity? Is it more exciting than last time?" Tang Youde said with a smile, but in his heart he didn't believe that there would be a better business than the last time he collected silk.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Hao said confidently: "It's more exciting than last time. This time I don't even need to spend any money."

"Is there such a good thing?" Tang Youde was as happy as a 180-pound child, laughing so hard that his cheeks trembled as he said, "If this continues, I won't have the heart to open a southern food store."

"Forget it then." Zhao Hao joked, "Don't delay your opening of a century-old store."

"Don't delay, don't delay. My son can already run the store." Tang Youde waved his hands and said, "I'll take some time off to work with you, young master."

Then he slapped his thigh and said, "I have thought it through a long time ago. Only by following you, can I expand my business all over the world!"

"Hahaha, you old Tang are really good at talking." Zhao Hao smiled and enjoyed his flattery, then he ordered in a deep voice: "Spread the word that you are planning to open a large-scale silk weaving factory. Ask people to inquire about the prices of looms and weavers...especially raw silk. Ask more merchants in Suzhou for prices."

"Ah? Young Master, are you planning to open a silk weaving factory?" Tang Youde asked doubtfully, "It's true that you can make a lot of money in this business, but it's not an ordinary expense. You can't set up a decent factory without spending tens of thousands of taels of silver." He knew that with Zhao Hao's temper, he would definitely look down on any ordinary small factory.

"Does it cost money to ask?" Zhao Hao blinked and looked at him.

Tang Youde also blinked and said, "Of course it's free."

Zhao Hao patted his shoulder with his fan and said, "Then go and ask!"

"Just asking without buying?" Tang Youde asked.

"Yes." Zhao Hao smiled and nodded, "Aren't you the best at bragging? When you ask, you should speak loudly and sincerely, and don't let people see that you are joking."

"Don't worry about this, young master." Tang Youde smiled awkwardly, "Old Tang is an expert in this matter."

"Go ahead. Come back to me if the situation changes." Zhao Hao waved his hand and sent the guest away.

"What? What's changed?" Tang Youde asked in confusion.

But seeing that Zhao Hao had no intention of clarifying his doubts, he knew that the young master was keeping him in suspense again.

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Although he didn't know what Zhao Hao was going to do, Tang Youde still treated his instructions as top priority.

After returning, Tang Youde announced publicly that he was going to open a silk weaving workshop, which confused his subordinates. Then he mobilized his best talents to go around asking if there were any workshops willing to sell; how long it would take to deliver the looms; and he registered with various weaving shops, preparing to recruit weavers on a long-term basis...

He also brought his shopkeeper to visit the Chamber of Commerce of Susongchang Town in Jinling, hoping to sign a long-term supply contract with silk merchants.

Although the city of Nanjing is large, the silk weaving industry is very closely connected, and any slight disturbance cannot be hidden from the bigwigs at the top of the food chain.

That night, the news reached the Suzhou Guild Hall.

Suzhou Guild Hall was originally the second residence of Duke Wei. It is located on the Qinhuai River, the most prosperous Confucius Temple in Nanjing. It is an exquisite private garden. The water and rocks in the garden are quiet, the bamboo trees are beautiful, the painted buildings and corridors are wonderful, and the Jiangnan flavor is strong. Although it is late at night, the stage on the small lake in the garden is brightly lit. On the stage, there are long strings of music, and famous Kunqu opera actors are performing Wang Shizhen's new work "Ming Feng Ji".

"In the painting of Fujian mountains and Yue rivers, people gather and disperse, their brows are hard to smile. The tide widens the old riverside, and in an instant, sails and flowers fly like lightning." The young man on the stage sang gracefully, and then recited:

"Homesickness lingers, friendship lingers. From now on, we are separated by mountains and clouds..."

Just listen to the graceful and distant singing style, which is better than the other three styles. It is the Shuimo style that was finally finalized by the music master Wei Liangfu before his death.

A group of guests were listening to the music in a pavilion on the shore across the lake, fascinated by it.

At this time, a man dressed as a servant quietly walked to Mr. Liu who was sitting in the main seat.

Mr. Liu is the vice president of the Dongting Merchants Association, the leader of Suzhou merchants in Jinling, and the current owner of the Suzhou Guild Hall.

He nodded slightly in time with the rhythm while listening to the report from his attendant.

"Tang Youde is going to enter the silk weaving industry?" After hearing this, Mr. Liu frowned slightly and whispered, "This man's name sounds familiar."

"He's the one who was selling silk at Bailuzhou Wharf yesterday..." the servant reminded his boss softly.

"Oh..." Mr. Liu remembered. He heard someone report yesterday that this Tang sold 41,000 kilograms of raw silk in one go, which caused quite a stir.

The Dongting Merchants' right to speak on raw silk is not entirely due to their wealth, but also inseparable from their accurate grasp of the industry. Such a transaction that goes against the market trend naturally attracted the attention of Mr. Liu. Today, he found out that in addition to Tang Youde, the silk owner also includes Master Xuelang of the Da Baoen Temple, and... Zhao Hao.

When he saw the name in the daytime, Mr. Liu thought it was just a person with the same name, but after investigating, he found out that it was indeed that annoying guy.

Of course, Mr. Liu would not believe that the entire process of selling and collecting silk was led by Zhao Hao. He took it for granted that Tang Youde was in charge, Xuelang paid, and Zhao Hao just followed suit.

Although it was unclear why Tang Youde wanted to bring Zhao Hao along to make a fortune, the close relationship between the two was obvious to even a blind man. This time Tang Youde was going to open a silk weaving factory, and this guy would probably get involved.

Thinking of Zhao Hao's humiliation yesterday, Mr. Liu felt so angry that his teeth itched. He ordered in a deep voice:

"We have no control over the weavers, but we have the final say in the raw silk business. Pass the word down, don't sell a single piece of silk to the Tangs!"

"Yes." The attendant responded and turned to leave the pavilion.

Mr. Liu turned his gaze back to the stage and continued to listen to his opera with relish.

Boy named Zhao, I'm waiting for you to come to me and beg for mercy!

ps. The second update is here. Please recommend, collect and comment. Happy Chinese New Year to everyone. The special episode is being prepared and will be released simultaneously with the Spring Festival Gala~~~