Now Zhao Hao felt more confident.

Boss Tang wanted to taste it again to savor the sweetness, but Zhao Hao snapped his fingers again, and Gao Wu tied up the cloth bag.

Boss Tang looked away with a sense of loss.

Zhao Hao looked at Boss Tang steadily.

Boss Tang lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. He knew that all his previous efforts were in vain. This was an unfair war. When Zhao Hao showed his killer weapon, even if Boss Tang had eighteen martial arts, he could not escape being led by the nose.

Thinking this through, he felt relieved. After a while, Boss Tang raised his head, looked at Zhao Hao with a smile and said, "How many kilograms are these in total?"

Zhao Hao said in a deep voice: "Thirty kilograms."

There was a scale in the blacksmith's shop, and he had weighed the items before he came.

"I'll take it all!" Boss Tang slapped his thigh, pretending to be generous, but actually shameless, "But you have to leave some profit for our shop, right? How about this, I'll take all the three hundred taels."

Zhao Hao turned and left.

"Young Master, how can you be so angry when doing business?"

Boss Tang hurriedly grabbed him.

"You are such a rude fat man." Zhao Hao said with a youthful look on his face, "Let me go. I don't want to play with you anymore."

Boss Tang quickly gave in and said, "How about I add another fifty taels?"

But Zhao Hao still wanted to leave.

"Four hundred taels, no more!" Boss Tang said with a painful look on his face, "This time we are losing money to gain publicity."

Zhao Hao sneered and said, "One catty is sixteen taels, thirty catties is four hundred and eighty taels. Even if you sell it at the price of icing sugar, you can still make a net profit of eighty taels. What's more, my icing sugar is far better than your icing sugar in terms of appearance and sweetness. You can't find a better one in the whole world. I don't believe that there is no one in Nanjing who is willing to pay a high price!"

"Sir, Sir, that's not how the bill works." Boss Tang was sweating profusely as he explained, "After all, this is something that is gone as soon as you put it in your mouth. It's already sky-high at one tael of silver. Even if it looks better and tastes better, it can't be more expensive."

"Besides, it's hard to say whether we can sell all this food at once after taking in so much. The rainy season is just around the corner, so we have to calculate some losses." Boss Tang spoke in an orderly manner, which was very convincing.

Zhao Hao still shook his head like a rattle, breaking free from Boss Tang's entanglement. He walked out while covering his ears and said, "I don't want to listen, you bastard."

Seeing that he was about to leave the store, Boss Tang stamped his feet in despair and said, "Then how much do you want!"

Zhao Hao was waiting for this sentence. He stood at the door without turning his head and said, "Five hundred taels, one price! If you say another word of nonsense, I will never look back!"

Boss Tang covered his chest, held onto the counter, and said with a look of heavy pain, "Come back, come back. Well, just consider it as my friend..."

~~

After hearing what Boss Tang said, Zhao Hao made a victory gesture towards his father who was looking outside the store.

Zhao Shouzheng breathed a sigh of relief, gave his son a thumbs up, and went to the tea stall nearby with peace of mind, ordered a bowl of eight-treasure tea, and drank it happily.

In Tangji’s southern food store.

The two sides agreed on the price and the atmosphere immediately returned to harmony.

Several guys were carefully checking and weighing the goods. Gao Wu and Zhao Hao stood by, watching them closely to prevent them from doing anything wrong.

"Don't worry, sir. Our shop is a century-old store with branches all over Nanjing. We will never ruin our reputation!" Boss Tang served Zhao Hao tea again and stood aside to accompany him.

"Oh, Boss Tang, is this your family property?" Zhao Hao asked casually while looking at the scale.

"No, I created this business from scratch." Boss Tang said proudly.

“Where did that century-old store come from?”

"Set your goal, set your goal. We are only eighty-nine years away from this goal..." Boss Tang said shamelessly.

"Ahem..." Zhao Hao couldn't help but have a deeper understanding of this man's shamelessness. I wonder who will win between him and Fan Datong?

Boss Tang didn't even blush, and continued to flirt with him, "From your accent, you must be from Huizhou, right? Oh, by the way, you haven't introduced yourself yet. My surname is Tang, my given name is Youde, and I'm from She County."

"My name is Zhao Hao, and I'm from Xiuning." He didn't have any feelings for the so-called fellow villagers. Wasn't Mr. Zhang also a fellow villager from Huizhou?

"He's actually from the neighboring county!" Boss Tang was delighted at first, then he stared at Zhao Hao for a while and asked hesitantly, "Your surname is also Zhao, what's your relationship with Minister Zhao of the Ministry of Revenue?"

"That's the ancestor of our family. It's a pity that the word 'former' should be added to the title of Minister." Zhao Hao said in a bleak tone. He had thought about it before coming here, and he had to bring up his grandfather's name, otherwise he couldn't explain the source of so much sugar.

Although he was the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue in Nanjing and was in charge of salt, it was also very reasonable for him to store dozens of kilograms of sugar at home.

Tang Youde showed an expression that was expected, and praised: "No wonder the knife is so sharp, it turns out that you are from a famous family."

Zhao Hao nodded reservedly, maintaining his image as a young man in trouble.

~~

After the clerk inspected the goods and weighed them, it was indeed thirty kilograms of pure white sugar, not one ounce more or less.

This was done deliberately by Zhao Hao. In the morning, when he weighed the weight at the blacksmith's shop, it came out to be 31.23 pounds. Zhao Hao took out the remainder and asked Gao the blacksmith to keep it for his own use.

Tang Youde asked the shopkeeper to draft a delivery document.

Zhao Hao took out the two pieces of white paper Zhao Shouzheng had signed in advance and said, "I am just a kid, how can I sign? Let's write a document in my father's name."

Tang Youde smiled. Although he knew there might be something else going on, he did not object. Because it didn't matter to the buyer whether the documents were signed or not. Anyway, the goods were fine and already in his hands.

This document protects the interests of the seller and is used to ensure that Zhao Hao can get the money on time and in full.

After the document was drafted, Tang Youde also signed and sealed it, then took the one hundred taels of silver prepared by the shopkeeper and weighed it in front of Zhao Hao on a special scale for weighing silver. It was also one hundred taels, no more, no less.

After Zhao Hao put away the silver, he took out a receipt made of mulberry paper and handed it to Zhao Hao with both hands, saying, "Our store doesn't have enough cash. Please come with me to Wuji next door to settle the rest."

This was the second time Zhao Hao had seen the so-called "meeting ticket".

The last time he saw this thing, he was far away and couldn't see it clearly. This time he carefully examined this unique ticket. He saw that it was slightly wider than the 100-yuan bill of later generations, and of course it was vertical. There was a unified format printed with blue ink on it, as well as the top and bottom, the interline seal, the bank's signature, and the storekeeper's endorsement. It looked very similar to the silver bills of more than 200 years later.

The only difference is that there is no "payable on demand" on it. There is only the deposited amount, and the depositor's signature is also added...

For example, this ticket reads "I have received 400 taels of silver from Tang Youde". Compared with the silver notes issued by the old men later, it looks more like a passbook.

Under the guidance of Tang Youde, Zhao Hao entered the "Wu Ji Tongshang Silver Shop" which was located just across the street.

At that time, there were no special exchange houses, but pawnshops, silver shops and other financial shops that did similar business. However, the largest pawnshops and silver shops had branches in the two capitals and various provinces, such as Wanyuanhao and Hengtongji, which could exchange money in all provinces across the country.

"Wuji is smaller in scale and can only be exchanged in the two capitals and southern Zhili. It doesn't even have a branch in Zhejiang. But it has more than 30 branches, and its headquarters is in She County, so all our bank transactions are with it."

Boss Tang pointed at the Wuji sign with great respect, and said to Zhao Hao with a smile, "Although Wuji is a business in She County, the current owner is the widow Ye who married into your Xiuning. She is also a tough character who is no less fierce than your ancestor."

"Widow Ye, I haven't heard of it..." Zhao Hao didn't care. He just wanted to get the money quickly.

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