Old Master Mo Linfei was so angry he died!
The whole city was in an uproar!
The Mo family was suddenly leaderless.
Business rivals also quickly took steps to try and take over the Mo family's business.
The Mo family's children and grandchildren are now completely disregarding the business, launching a fierce battle for the family fortune even before Old Master Mo's body is cold.
Everyone wants to be in charge, and no one is willing to submit to anyone else.
The major families in the city, as well as the Mo family's various rivals, watched this dramatic and scandalous saga unfold with great interest.
Some family heads even summoned everyone in the family to the ancestral hall, using the Mo family as a negative example, and sternly educated their descendants: if anyone dares to be like those unworthy descendants of the Mo family in the future, they will be expelled from the family genealogy!
Just when everyone was speculating about who would ultimately control the Mo family, the result was revealed!
No one expected that the person who would eventually become the head of the family would be Mo Ziyun, Mo Zijun's half-brother!
When the result came out, everyone was incredulous!
In fact, everyone knows that Mo Zijun is the most outstanding among the two generations of the Mo family, but it is obvious that Mo Zijun is in the way, so he was "forced" to encounter bandits and was in imminent danger!
He used to have Old Master Mo's support, but now that Old Master Mo is dead and he himself is on the verge of death, it's understandable that he lost. But why did his father and uncle also lose? And why did they lose to a fourteen-year-old child?
Strange! Very strange!
Some say that Mo Ziyun was just a puppet, and that the real power was held by Mo Ziyun's maternal grandfather, the Zhang family. Others say that the real power was held by Mo Wende. In short, there are many different opinions, and the rumors are quite detailed.
At this time, Yang Cui also received an invitation from Madam Mo, who invited her to have tea at Mingxiang Tea House.
“I don’t have time for tea. Go back and tell your wife that if there’s anything you need to discuss, she should come to Anjia Village to talk to me.”
Yang Cui could roughly guess the purpose of Mo Zhangshi's invitation. As the wife of a first-rank general, she had no relation to Mo Zhangshi. If she just agreed to meet Mo Zhangshi, wouldn't that be too undignified for her?
What's more, she's the one who needs his help!
The messenger returned to the Mo family and told them the truth. Madam Mo Zhang didn't say anything, but Mo Yalan got angry: "You really think you're something special!"
Although Madam Mo was displeased, she remained calm and instead taught her daughter, "Don't be so alarmed. She must already know our purpose, so the initiative is in her hands."
The next day, Mo Zhangshi arrived at Anjia Village.
Madam Mo was dressed in simple and elegant clothes, but she looked to be in a good mood and had a healthy complexion, not at all like someone who had experienced a major change in her family.
Accompanying them was a young, handsome man who bore a resemblance to Mo Zijun in his features; he was likely Mo Ziyun.
"I've wanted to visit Madam Cen for a long time, but too many things have happened at home recently, and I haven't been able to find the time," Madam Mo said politely. "Ziyun, come and greet Madam Cen."
"Ziyun greets Madam Cen." Mo Ziyun bowed to Yang Cui.
"Young Master Mo, you are too polite," Yang Cui said. "Madam Mo, what brings you here today?"
Madam Mo smiled slightly: "I wouldn't dare to offer any advice. Everyone knows how capable Madam Cen is in business. Today, I mainly want my child to learn how to do business from Madam Cen, and also to discuss our cooperation."
Yang Cui didn't respond, appearing to be listening attentively.
Madam Mo continued, “Fugui Silver Shop is the culmination of generations of hard work in our Mo family. Our patriarch’s last wish was that the silver shop be entirely under our control. That’s why I’ve swallowed my pride and come to Madam Cen to see if the cooperation method can be changed.”
What old man's dying wish? That's all nonsense! Yang Cui didn't believe a word of it!
However, given the Mo family's situation, Yang Cui no longer wanted to cooperate.
Mo Zijun is not bad. If possible, it would be worthwhile to collaborate with him personally in the future.
Yang Cui asked, "How do you want to change it?"
“If you advertise for us, the advertising effect will be no less than the last time. I can give you two hundred taels of silver. Last time, Zijun only gave you fifty taels.”
The implication was that she had already given enough, being more generous than Mo Zijun.
"Is Madam Mo capable of managing the Wealthy Jewelry Store?"
"certainly."
Upon hearing this, Yang Cui guessed that Mo Ziyun, a mere child, was able to become the head of the family, probably thanks to the person in front of her. The rumors that Mo Wende was the mastermind behind the scenes were probably inaccurate. In Yang Cui's opinion, the real mastermind should be Mo Zhangshi!
Yang Cui smiled and said, "I heard that the artisans, managers and employees of Fugui Silver Shop have all been poached. It will probably be difficult for the silver shop to continue operating. How about this, Madam Mo, name your price and sell the silver shop to me."
Mo Zhangshi's heart skipped a beat: "You want to do it yourself?"
"That's none of your business. The Mo family's business has been swallowed up by others, and the silver shop is in such a predicament that recovery won't be easy. If you liquidate the silver shop, you'll have money to develop other industries."
Mo Zhangshi fell into deep thought.
“Madam Mo can consider it. If Madam Mo doesn’t want to sell, that’s fine too. If you want to take back the half-percent I have, you can exchange it for three thousand taels of silver.”
"Three thousand taels?" Madam Mo was shocked. "Is Madam Cen's appetite a bit too big?"
"Although it's only half a percent of the profit, it's valid for life. Based on your store's average daily turnover of 500 taels, that's 182,500 taels a year. If the profit is 30%, the annual profit is 54,700 taels. I can get more than 2,700 taels from half a percent of the profit. I really didn't ask for 3,000 taels. Sigh, I suddenly regret it. I don't want to cash out this half percent share. Why don't you just give me dividends every year?"
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