Manager He also loaded ten empty buckets on the ox cart.
"Why are there ten more empty buckets?"
Manager He glanced at Zhao Taohua and said, "Don't you know? We reached an agreement yesterday. The Zhao family won't be setting up a stall in the county today. The lower-tier markets are essentially empty, so I'm personally ordering ten more barrels."
The sinking market was empty, which was a pity, so Zhao Taohua simply sold it to Manager He personally.
Making money is not shameful.
Although Manager He is the manager of Fushun Building, he is still an employee. How can he not be excited about the huge profits? Even if it is not easy for him to do it alone, he always has relatives and friends at home. Zhao Taohua's move can be regarded as a favor to Manager He.
The condition was just to let Manager He act out a scene. After all, the story of Fushunlou offering 100 taels for the secret recipe was not fictitious, it was just said in a different setting.
I am happy only when I put powder on my face.
From then on, Hexi Village owed the Zhao family a favor. This is how to win people's hearts.
"It's like this now."
Manager He continued, "I'll have these twenty barrels delivered first. You guys should work on the remaining ten barrels as quickly as possible, and try to finish them before sunrise."
Zhao Sanzhu asked excitedly: "So that's thirty barrels, which is..."
Twenty-seven taels of silver.
However, Zhao Sanzhu did not dare to say it out loud. After all, wealth should not be exposed. Everyone kept silent about it, and the villagers pricked up their ears but could not hear anything.
I just know that there should be quite a few.
"Then, Mr. Zhao, are you still going to reveal the secret recipe?"
Some people have already asked anxiously. After all, they just said they would give it to him. If he doesn't give it to them because the money is too much, they will have no choice.
Especially Zhao Dayong, he has lost so much face, if he is not given, he will probably go crazy.
"Openly, of course, openly, Manager He, haven't you always wanted to know the ingredients and recipe for this iced drink? If you had left a few minutes later, you would have found out."
Zhao Taohua said.
Manager He couldn't help but reveal a bit of jealousy. After all, the sale of ice jelly was now linked to Huahua's money.
Although he knew that the recent high price of iced drinks was largely due to the poetry conference, it still didn't prevent him from wanting to know the secret recipe.
"However, there are a few people in my Zhao family who are not welcome today."
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Zhao Erzhu suddenly spoke, then looked at Zhang Dayong and the people he brought with him, and said: "First of all, we do not welcome robbers. Those who just participated in the robbery of the ice drink, you can leave on your own. We will tell the secret recipe to other people in the village. As for who you learned it from, we can't do anything about it."
As for doing favors, they are done anyway. The Zhao family still has a say in who they are given to and how they are given.
"You are going too far!"
Zhang Dayong was the first to explode, his face flushed with anger.
Zhao Erzhu sneered, "If a robber comes to our house, we should welcome him. We are not mentally ill. If I give you the secret recipe today, and it gets out that we are being intimidated by you, Zhang Dayong, what will happen if others come to rob our house in the future?"
"you……"
Zhang Da was brave enough to say no, but at the same time, all the eyes around him fell on him, making him feel like a thorn in his back.
"Yeah, Dayong, you should be more open-minded. You were too impulsive just now..."
"Even clay figures can be quite temperamental. This isn't the Zhao family's fault..."
"It's getting late, and Manager He is still waiting..."
"That's right, Dayong, take your people out first, don't delay us from learning the secret recipe..."
“…”
There are all kinds of things. If we say that the people Zhang Dayong instigated yesterday were all boomerangs and the first wave had already been hit, then this second wave was no longer a boomerang, but a shotgun.
Every word they said hit him hard. If he didn't leave, the Zhao family wouldn't do anything to him, but these fellow villagers would be able to drown him with their spit.
"Dayong, what do you say we should do?"
He and his family were also panicked.
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