He Youyou looked at the sky with a puzzled expression.
It was pitch black, with a cold moon hanging high in the sky.
A guest arrives late at night?
Which guest is so inconsiderate as to disturb the host's home in the middle of the night?
He Youyou didn't hesitate for long.
She is not someone who is afraid of trouble.
He immediately pulled his coat tighter and followed the maid toward the front hall.
Two rows of white lanterns under the eaves cast a soft glow, illuminating the path leading to the front yard.
The young maidservant hurried along, taking small, quick steps to guide her.
The night was bitterly cold in the depths of winter.
The cold air lifted her hair and crept into people's necks.
When He Youyou arrived at the front hall, the courtyard was already crowded with people.
They all looked heroic and imposing, with an extraordinary aura, unlike ordinary commoners.
What alarmed her even more was that these people were all carrying weapons.
Some carried swords at their waists, while others had bows and arrows on their backs.
When the housekeeper saw her arrive, he quickly led her inside.
The lights in the front hall were already on.
The fact that four or five lamps were lit high showed how much Butler Qian valued the guests.
In the hall, a person stood with his hands behind his back.
His sable fur coat trailed on the ground, and his golden crown gleamed.
Butler Qian called out from behind her, "Young Master Zhao, my mistress has arrived."
The person slowly turned around under the lamp.
Her appearance is dazzling.
He Youyou gave Butler Qian a questioning look and asked, "Young Master Zhao?"
The implication is clear: Where did this Young Master Zhao come from? You should explain yourself more clearly.
Old Qian has always been a clever man, how come he suddenly became so clueless?
Steward Qian hurriedly said, "Young Master Zhao was a close friend of the late master, and he has come here specifically to pay his respects."
After saying that, he fell silent again.
Old Qian was suffering.
He really didn't know what this guy was planning, and he couldn't continue making things up. What if he messed things up and had to explain himself?
Seeing that he didn't speak, He Youyou had no choice but to ask him herself.
He turned to look at the young master Zhao and said, "Young master Zhao, please have a seat."
As he spoke, he sat down at the other end of the table.
The housekeeper quickly stepped aside to prepare tea.
Keeping yourself busy will help you avoid being arrested and questioned.
He Youyou crossed her legs.
It's not like I've never questioned someone's background before.
It's pretty much the same as interviewing employees.
"My name is He Youyou. I am the matriarch of the Han family and the widow of Han Silang."
The opening should, of course, be an introduction of one's identity and position.
I'm the company owner, and I have the right to interview you. Think it over and decide whether you want to tell the truth.
The man had already sat down at the other end.
He looked directly at her without flinching and said, "I've heard about it."
He Youyou had seen far too many of these superior attitudes and disdainful looks before.
When she first entered the industry, she met many successful business leaders.
Few of these people would take a young, inexperienced girl like her seriously.
Especially someone like her who only knows how to focus on her career and has no sense of social graces, is even less likely to catch their eye.
The women they need are merely attractive embellishments in the business world, not aggressive women who come in early to seize their profits.
It wasn't until later, when He Youyou's Worry-Free Capital finally reached a certain scale and achieved success, that entrepreneurs from all walks of life came to her with their equity stakes.
These big shots finally started to look at her with respect.
To gain the respect of others, you must have absolute strength.
She understands.
So she didn't care at all.
Moreover, she never took these big shots seriously.
Each one is merely a milestone she needs to surpass.
"May I ask your esteemed name, young master Zhao? And where is your hometown?"
"Zhao Changqing...a person from the capital."
Interrogation is like arguing; wherever your attention is, that's where the battle begins.
It was precisely because this young master Zhao disdained her and showed no interest in anything about her that she was able to focus all her attention on him.
"Oh, how did Young Master Zhao meet her late husband?"
He Youyou held the freshly served tea in her hands.
It's so cold at night, my hands are practically frozen.
The heat from the teacup transferred to my hands, which warmed them up a little.
Zhao Changqing lowered his eyes: "We've known each other since childhood, and our friendship is very deep."
He Youyou took a sip of tea: "Young Master Zhao, are you planning to stay here for a few days? I'll make the necessary arrangements so that my subordinates can prepare everything properly and not neglect my late husband's dear friend."
"I'll leave after the New Year."
He Youyou: Huh? Does that mean I'll be staying for more than half a month?
Were people always this informal in ancient times?
Zhao Changqing seemed to understand her expression: "Si Lang and I are inseparable. When Si Lang is around, I often stay there for long periods, and the Han family is like my own family."
The housekeeper, standing to the side, nodded repeatedly to corroborate the agreement.
He Youyou looked at the people in the courtyard again: "Do all these people live together?"
Zhao Changqing nodded slowly, but his cold gaze never left He Youyou's face: "That's right, these are all my attendants, so naturally they will all live here with me."
He Youyou put down her teacup and said with difficulty, "I'm afraid we don't have that much food at home."
She's a businesswoman; she can't do business that loses money.
"It's alright. Tomorrow I'll have them go to the market to buy their own food. I'll trouble you to make a shopping list for them, Madam."
He Youyou smiled and said, "No problem."
She then turned to the housekeeper, Qian: "Old Qian, go and make arrangements to see if there are any vacant rooms in the back, and clear out a few for them to stay temporarily."
"yes."
Seeing that he didn't say much and didn't give her a friendly look, He Youyou didn't want to waste any more time with him: "Young Master Zhao, it's getting late, you should rest early. If you need anything, just tell the servants in the courtyard."
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