He Dong clearly hadn't grasped the meaning of the post yet. He was still shaking the gold hairpin in his hair, looking furious, and said, "Our kitchenware is half price. What kind of trade fair is she holding? She's blatantly challenging us."
"Chief Shen, you must take this matter seriously."
He spent half his life working his way into the culinary industry, and he never forgot to actively showcase himself.
At the lower level, Liao Fu and the others, who had already read the post and were sitting sullenly with unpleasant expressions, started whispering among themselves: "How many days will this trade fair last?"
"It says upstairs it's three days!"
"Are we just displaying a few items for people to see, or do they have to pay money to buy them?"
"I don't know! Why don't you go to Tianxianglou and ask?"
"We need to go back and ask Manager Song of Tianxianglou if he's got any brains. Look at what Club Leader Shen is doing with the half-price promotion; isn't he just copying him?"
"Cough cough cough, stop talking! Chief Shen is watching us!"
At this moment, He Dong waited excitedly for Chief Shen to make his move.
Huang Changsheng's lips curled up, his eyes filled with disdain. He glanced at Shen Leyan out of the corner of his eye, wondering what kind of trick this old schemer would come up with.
Shen Leyan's expression was very unpleasant. He sat up straight and coldly surveyed everyone in the room.
Seeing Liao Fu and the others turn their faces away, Shen Leyan said in a deep voice, "This matter is not yet settled, why are you all in such a panic? That day, Xianglou stole the techniques of my Jinxilou, and I haven't even gone to confront them yet, but they're already trying to take matters into their own hands. They're just courting death."
After reprimanding the crowd, Shen Leyan said to one of his servants, "Shen Qing, go outside and find out exactly what this means."
The servant acknowledged and quickly slipped out the door.
Although Liao Fu and the others were suppressed by Shen Leyan, they were still restless.
He Dong poured wine for Shen Leyan, then presented it to her with both hands, his face beaming with smiles, "What Chief Shen said is true. People say that women can't accomplish great things. Look, Tianxiang Tower has only been open for two or three months, and it's only just starting to take off, and it's already on the verge of collapse. All sorts of shady characters are being brought in."
Unlike us men, whose families are all well-established businesses in Qili County, I'd say women should stay home, support their husbands, raise children, and serve their husbands.
Shen Leyan's eyes twitched as she listened.
He Dong's He Ji Restaurant has been open for decades, and it is his father-in-law's business. What does it have to do with him, a son-in-law who moved in with his wife? It's not like if his wife takes the surname He, and he changes his surname, it really becomes his own property.
But his words were so cleverly chosen that no one could refute them. The people in the room could only look at each other and casually agree with him.
Huang Changsheng shifted his crossed legs to the other side, still wearing a disdainful smile: "Boss He is making progress."
Liao Fuxin felt like he was being scratched by a cat. He could no longer sit still, so he stood up, cupped his hands, and said, "Chairman Shen, Boss Huang, Boss He, I... I have something to do at my winery, so I'll take my leave first."
Before Shen Leyan could reply, he turned and hurriedly left, followed closely by the others who also bowed to Shen Leyan before departing.
The private room was soon left with only five people. Besides He Dong, who was a spineless coward who couldn't get the position of head of the culinary guild, there were two other restaurants that were also quite famous. However, the people in charge of these two restaurants were always low-key and had never even competed for the position of head of the guild.
Upon seeing the red invitation, they exchanged a glance, silently read it, and then simply drank their tea.
Shen Leyan remained silent.
Huang Changsheng picked up his teacup, frowned, and drank the strong, bitter tea one sip after another. He glanced at Shen Leyan but didn't say anything. Now he was starting to enjoy watching the show.
After greeting Shen Leyan, He Dong turned to Huang Changsheng, his eyes lowered and his face full of smiles, and said, "Mr. Huang, have some tea!"
Huang Changsheng glanced at the wine glass He Dong was holding and snorted in dissatisfaction.
Meanwhile, in different streets and alleys of Qili County, the shopkeepers of several shops received this red invitation.
There are pastries, dried goods, grains, oils, rice, noodles, and several well-regarded snack stalls.
This also includes the breakfast shop that does business on Yaqian Street.
The stall manager, Lao Liu, once told Song Liyun that he wanted to see the rumored Rouge Tiger, whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, who was burly and had a full beard.
When he found out that Tianxianglou was managed by Yanzhihu, he actually came to apologize. As for whether it was an apology or just to take a closer look... only he himself could say for sure.
At this moment, Guan Laoliu received the red invitation. After having someone read the words on it, he was stunned for a while. After a moment, he slapped his thigh and said, "Ha, I thought Manager Song was just making fun of me, this blockhead. I didn't expect... I really have to attend the training!"
By this time, there were no customers left at his stall, and even the other stalls on Yaqian Street had closed for the day.
Guan Laoliu didn't bother with the remaining few bowls of porridge. He tidied up his small table and stools, carried them on a shoulder pole, and headed straight for Tianxianglou without going home.
When he arrived, the managers of the other shops were also there.
It seems that people are willing to give it a try.
Song Liyun had been busy all day in Qili County and had just returned to Baolin Residence. She had only had a few drinks and snacks, and chatted with Yuquan about whether she was used to the place, when Manager Mu, Hu Qing, and Xue Zhuang, who had come to see her, asked her to leave.
It's already September, and families who bought land in town are starting construction one after another. Many have built adobe walls and are even putting on roofs.
The garrison with the most staff changed every day; after only one day, another row of simple houses appeared.
Song Liyun has been away from Suijin Town for some time now, with a lot of things to do and no one around, which has made Xue Zhuang and the others very anxious.
Sitting in the Broken Gold Clubhouse, Hu Qing took the lead in telling the story of the Acorn Food Workshop.
"We've already collected 8,000 catties of acorns in just over a month. There will definitely be even more acorns to be delivered in the future. Miss Song, should we accept them all?"
From the time the acorns on the trees ripen in August, people start harvesting them.
Acorns are everywhere on the hillsides, and no matter how low the price Hu Qing offers, the farmers are willing to go and collect them.
The whole family would work hard all day long, and even in death they would still earn a dozen or so coins.
So every household in the village went up the mountain and into the forest, and every household dried acorns.
"Take it!"
Song Liyun plans to ask the Wan family for help in selling acorn vermicelli to other prefectures. Luo Baihu is also placing large orders, so there is no worry about sales.
Xue Zhuang had nothing to say.
Although people who had fled the town before were gradually returning, and with the addition of several families of refugees who had escaped, the town's population was increasing almost every day.
But with him and Old Master Zhang working together, plus the support of the local health station, registering household registrations and names went very smoothly.
The main point I want to talk about today is the repair of the shop.
Manager Mu has worked so hard for so long, and has finally prepared all the materials for the construction. He has even chosen an auspicious day for the start of construction, and is just waiting for Song Liyun to make time to attend the groundbreaking ceremony.
Song Liyun was also a little excited. Although Baolin Residence was a large courtyard, it still belonged to someone else.
Especially this trip to the grasslands, knowing that half of the kidnapped people are still alive, and they might come back at any time.
I feel more at ease building my own new house.
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