King Qi, Zhao Changyi.
The seventh son of the late emperor.
He and Zhao Changqing were not born of the same mother.
He looked to be just over twenty years old, his face still showing some immaturity and youthfulness.
He got out of the car and saw He Youyou next to Zhao Changqing.
He asked Zhao Changqing with a puzzled look, "Fourth Brother, who is this lady?"
Zhao Changqing: How should I put it? Your sister-in-law?
Just as she was hesitating, He Youyou spoke first: "My husband's surname is Han, and my late husband was a close friend of the King of Yue. You can call me Madam Han or Lady Han."
Zhao Changyi let out a sound of surprise.
"Huh? Surname Han?" He suddenly turned to Zhao Changqing, "Fourth Brother, weren't you in the Han family in Jizhou before... umm..."
His mouth was covered by his fourth brother with lightning speed.
Upon seeing this, He Youyou couldn't help but wonder: What? Even his younger brother knows about his affair with his deceased husband?
Zhao Changqing glared fiercely at Zhao Changyi and slowly released his grip.
He introduced He Youyou: "Youyou, this is my seventh brother, Prince Qi, Zhao Changyi."
He Youyou was sensible and, seeing his reaction, didn't ask any further questions.
She bowed to the King of Qi.
"This humble woman, He Youyou, greets King Qi."
Zhao Changyi looked completely bewildered.
It seems that Fourth Brother doesn't want him to talk more about the Han family.
Indeed, after all, this is a royal secret and cannot be widely publicized outside.
"Madam Han, Fourth Brother, where are you going?"
He Youyou: "Just browsing around."
Zhao Changqing: "To understand the people's conditions."
"Oh." Zhao Changyi seemed to understand, but also seemed indifferent.
However, a hint of excitement appeared on his face as he eagerly invited Zhao Changqing.
"Fourth Brother, I'd like to treat you... to dinner at a restaurant with Madam Han."
Zhao Changqing had some concerns, fearing that Zhao Changyi might speak carelessly and say something inappropriate.
He Youyou readily agreed: "Okay."
She wanted to see what unique business practices the restaurants in the capital had.
Since He Youyou wanted to go, Zhao Changqing had no choice but to agree.
The three then turned and got into the carriage.
He Youyou boarded her carriage.
Zhao Changqing boarded the Qi King's carriage and warned him inside, telling him to be careful and not to give himself away in front of He Youyou.
The two carriages arrived one after the other at the most luxurious restaurant in the city.
The restaurant was a three-story building, bustling with activity.
The guests who come here are all wealthy and powerful, including high-ranking officials, nobles, and princes.
The shopkeepers and waiters in the building were worldly-wise, and even when facing a prince, they did not appear reserved in their interactions.
The three of them went up the stairs to a private room on the top floor.
Zhao Changyi seemed to have some happy occasion today, as he looked extremely cheerful.
The world around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.
Even gossip like his fourth brother shopping with a strange woman didn't register on his mind.
Zhao Changqing and He Youyou both noticed his subtle joy.
After he finished ordering, Zhao Changqing couldn't help but ask, "Seventh Brother, did you find money on the street today?"
He Youyou was secretly puzzled.
Zhao Changqing's analogy is not appropriate.
As a prince, with an annual stipend of tens of thousands of taels, what's there to be happy about finding money on the street?
King Qi, Zhao Changyi, chuckled: "Fourth Brother, I didn't find any money, but I'm even happier than if I had."
"Oh?" Zhao Changqing's eyes flickered slightly. "Tell me about it."
King Qi lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Brother, I met with some big grain merchants in the capital today and learned a way to make a lot of money from them."
Zhao Changqing's expression was indescribable: his seventh brother's old problem had relapsed.
His seventh brother has no other hobbies but making money.
Making money isn't necessarily a bad thing.
The ability to accumulate wealth is someone else's own skill.
The worst-case scenario is that this person is forever on the road to making money, but never reaches the other side...
His seventh brother was clearly the kind of person who was "always on the road".
Zhao Changqing was internally complaining when He Youyou, who was sitting next to him, suddenly spoke up when she heard the words "make a lot of money".
"What method?"
Zhao Changqing then realized: Hey, He Youyou is a perfect match for making money.
This question is very timely.
Zhao Changyi was in a state of "having a bellyful of good things to say and not wanting to let them out." If Zhao Changqing didn't intend to take the bait, he would be itching to get the information.
He Youyou's question hit him right where it hurt.
Regardless of whether they were familiar with each other or not, they immediately poured out their hearts like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.
"Today I met with several big grain merchants in Beijing. They told me about a way to make money that can easily multiply your capital several times over."
"Oh? Is that so? Your Highness, you can't keep such a good thing to yourself. Tell me about it, I also want to make money."
He Youyou, who was very impatient, immediately showed great interest.
When King Qi saw that his own brother seemed unmoved, but Lady Han was very supportive, he immediately stood up and moved away.
He walked directly to He Youyou's other side, sat down, and made it easier to talk to her up close.
Zhao Changqing: Hmm?
"Madam Han, those big grain merchants say that this year, some people in Jiangnan signed contracts with local farmers in the spring, agreeing on prices, intending to buy their grain at the agreed price when it was harvested. Unexpectedly, there was a severe grain shortage this year, and the snow disaster in the north affected the harvest, causing grain prices to rise across the country. By the time the grain was ripe, the price was three times higher than their original contract price, three times!"
To demonstrate his shock, King Qi held his sleeve with his left hand and waved three fingers of his right hand vigorously in front of He Youyou.
After hearing his words, He Youyou felt that this matter sounded so familiar.
Wait a minute...
"What is the background of this person that the King of Qi is talking about?"
King Qi pondered for a moment: "I've heard... they seem to be merchants from the north, but I don't know their origins or names. However, they've given this kind of transaction a name: 'Buying Green Seedlings.' I guess it's because the seedlings were still young and green when the contract was signed, hence the name 'Buying Green Seedlings.'"
He Youyou was stunned: I've become the one who gets caught up in the gossip.
She could only laugh it off: "Oh, this method... is quite good... quite good. The person who came up with this method is really clever, hehe... What does Your Highness Prince Qi intend to do?"
King Qi slapped his thigh hard: "How can we hesitate? We must make a big profit! I plan to go to Jiangnan next spring and buy these seedlings! When the harvest comes, we'll resell them, hehe..."
He Youyou: Oh...
She understood.
King Qi was that kind of mysterious creature—
People start investing in stocks as soon as they hear someone else made money; they buy funds as soon as they hear someone else's funds have risen; they buy gold as soon as they hear it's a safe haven…
It's commonly called chives.
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