Chapter 90 Power is a man's best dowry
Seeing that he looked determined to win, as if Song Zhizhi had already been in his pocket, Jiang Wanning couldn't help but curl his lips.
Although I think he has great vision and courage.
But why do I inexplicably have the feeling that "the overbearing prince has fallen in love with me"?
It doesn’t seem good for a man to be too strong, as Zhizhi will be suppressed.
She had finally pulled Zhizhi out of a quagmire, and she couldn't let her fall into another swamp.
"Prince Xiao, it's a little premature to say that. Zhizhi and you aren't even familiar with each other yet, so how do you know she'll definitely marry you? What if she's disappointed with marriage and doesn't want to marry again in this lifetime? What will you do?"
Xiao Huaiyu gathered his sleeves.
This problem is not a problem at all.
"What's so difficult about that? If Zhizhi doesn't want to marry me, then I'll marry her!"
Jiang Wanning: “???”
No, this, can we still play like this?!
She suddenly felt that she was short-sighted and her thinking was rigid.
The thoughts of the ancients were sometimes more open than hers.
Especially since Xiao Huaiyu has always been known for his unorthodoxy and has never been on the same page as those old stubborn people. I still underestimated him!
Seeing that Jiang Wanning didn't say anything, Xiao Huaiyu thought that she couldn't accept his "absurd" words, so he added two more sentences, trying to prove his point of view.
"Hasn't the Marquis heard a saying?"
Jiang Wanning looked puzzled.
"What?"
Xiao Huaiyu curled the corners of his mouth slightly, looking as if he had sold himself and was still happy to count the money for his wife.
"As the ancients said, power is a man's best dowry... With a big tree like the Duke's Mansion to shelter her from the elements, it will be much easier for Zhizhi to show her talents. She's such a good businessman, if she were to choose a husband, she would probably give me priority, right?
If Zhizhi is dissatisfied with me after we get married, the worst that can happen is that she will divorce me!
I can also earn a dowry for free, so it’s a win-win situation.”
Jiang Wanning: “…”
The ancients probably didn’t say that, right?
No wonder the Duke's Mansion drives away several teachers every year, and even after spending a lot of money to hire them, no one is willing to go again.
Xiao Huaiyu really doesn't need to hire a teacher.
He can even establish his own school and create his own sect!
"Baojuan, go get a pen for Prince Xiao and have him write 'Husband's Virtue'! Write now!"
…
A corner of the corridor.
Song Ziwen had just helped Song Qingde sit down at the table and was about to watch Song Zhizhi make a fool of herself and be booed off the stage.
However, she had just revealed the secret recipe for making colored glaze when the dignitaries and merchants upstairs and downstairs began to compete to bid. In just a moment, the price soared to several thousand taels.
Even when the price had just reached seven thousand taels, someone directly offered a high price of ten thousand taels!
This money came faster than it fell from the sky!
Song Ziwen was stunned on the spot, and even the action of pouring water froze there.
It was not until he heard the clang of a gong, marking the end of the sixth round of auction, that he suddenly let go of his hand, spilling tea all over himself.
"Fifteen thousand taels?! That crappy recipe can actually be sold for fifteen thousand taels?! I can't believe it... Song Zhizhi must have hired someone to deliberately get people to snatch it up and drive up the price!"
Song Qingde also had a sullen face, unwilling to believe that the rebellious girl had such talent.
He has so many sons, isn't there any one who is stronger than Song Zhizhi? !
"Father, look... the recipe has been sent to Jiang's room! I knew it must have been Jiang who gave Prince Xiao some benefits, so he helped to bid for it!"
However……
His heart hadn't had time to feel better yet.
The second round of bidding began.
This time the auction was for a recipe for refined white sugar, and the bidding was even more intense than in the first round.
"One thousand taels!"
"One thousand eight hundred taels!"
"Three thousand taels!"
…
This time, Xiao Huaiyu did not bid again, and the recipe was finally sold for 13,000 taels.
Song Ziwen's face turned pale. Although he was very reluctant to accept it, he still watched with his own eyes as the buyer handed over the money and took the goods, and settled the bill on the spot!
The third auction was for the perfume formula, which was sold for nine thousand taels.
The fourth round was sold for twelve thousand taels.
The fifth and final game.
The competition among the crowd became increasingly fierce. Even Song Qingde and Song Ziwen, father and son, looked at each other in confusion, and couldn't help but stand up and join the ranks of those fighting for the secret recipe!
With so many people scrambling for it, it must be a good thing!
It's impossible not to be moved.
only--
Song Ziwen gritted his teeth and said, "Eight thousand taels!"
Someone immediately raised the price: "Eight thousand eight hundred taels!"
Song Qingde clenched his fist: "Nine thousand taels!"
Someone immediately raised the price: "Nine thousand nine hundred taels!"
Song Qingde held onto the railing with both hands and wanted to shout again: "Ten thousand..."
Someone shouted out first: "Eleven thousand taels!"
Song Qingde's face flushed, and he was about to raise the price, but Song Ziwen stopped him.
"Father! Stop, stop shouting... We can't afford that much silver, we can't rob them..."
Song Qingde frowned and turned to look at him.
"What? How come the Song family business is so big and can't even take out more than 10,000 taels of silver?!"
T.V. Soong lowered his head and did not dare to look up at him.
"I...I lost money on my last business..."
"You! You rebellious son—"
Song Qingde was so angry that he raised his hand to slap him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, so he could only slam the railing!
"Song Zhizhi, you're so kind! You actually secretly hid so many secret recipes and refused to share them with your father! You're just like your calculating mother."
…
In the end, the fifth auction was concluded at 16,000 taels.
"Bang—"
When Shen Yu'an heard the last sound of the gong, he was so nervous that his forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
There was a flash of excitement in his eyes.
Very good!
The total amount of the five bids was 65,000 taels, plus the 100,000 taels that Song Zhizhi had promised before, it was still more than 30,000 taels short of the 200,000 taels required by His Majesty.
As of tonight, the seven-day period has arrived.
There is no way Song Zhizhi could raise so much cash in such a short time!
Xiao Huaiyu had just paid out 15,000 taels. Even though the Duke's Mansion was wealthy, the Duke and his wife would not allow him to squander money like this any longer.
He can rest assured.
As long as Your Majesty does not issue that imperial decree, Zhizhi will still be his wife.
After tonight, he would kneel outside the mansion and admit his mistakes to his mother and Zhizhi... For the sake of the child, as long as he sincerely repented, his mother and Zhizhi would surely forgive him and let him return to the mansion.
Thinking of this, Shen Yu'an became happy again.
I even imagined the happy scene of holding my child in my arms, talking and laughing with Zhizhi.
…
The auction will end.
Chunhua held the heavy box filled with banknotes, her face flushed with excitement.
"Miss, the shopkeeper said that according to the agreement, we can keep the 65,000 taels we won at the auction this time, and we will make up the commission when we have money."
Song Zhizhi also looked happy.
The silver she earned from selling this time was more than she had imagined. Although it was still a little short, she finally had hope.
Seeing the master and servant walking towards the wing room, Song Qingde and Song Ziwen hurried over and put on a flattering smile.
"Oh, Zhizhi... you've made so much money, you're really rich!"
Chunhua quickly took two steps back, holding the box tightly and looking at the two of them vigilantly.
"Why are you here again? Are you trying to steal my money?!"
Song Ziwen said hurriedly.
"No, no, Zhizhi, don't get me wrong... We won't touch any of your money! But I know you always like to keep some things in reserve when doing business. You must still have some recipes you haven't sold, right?"
As Jiang Wanning walked out of the side room, he saw the father and son approaching Song Zhizhi like pugs to ask for the secret recipe.
Hearing this, he couldn't help but sneer.
"Why, you're rushing over here to please me, are you expecting Zhizhi to give you a secret recipe for free?"
Song Qingde said confidently.
"Zhizhi is the daughter of the Song family after all. Now that she's rich, it's only natural for her to help the Song family. Since she has so many secret recipes, it wouldn't be too much to ask for one!"
Jiang Wanning thought about it, then waved at the two of them as if he was training a dog.
"What you said does make sense. Zhizhi did leave a prescription... As long as you take the initiative to kneel down and kowtow to Zhizhi, admit your mistakes, and then slap yourself a few times, I can consider giving you the prescription."
Hearing Jiang's request, Song Qingde couldn't help but feel a little angry and embarrassed.
"How can a father kowtow to his daughter and admit his fault? What kind of logic is that? I've never heard of that!"
Jiang Wanning curled the corners of his mouth and didn't take it seriously.
"Since you don't want the recipe, I won't force you... Zhizhi, let's go."
"Zhizhi!"
Song Ziwen reacted quickly. He knelt down on the ground and kowtowed several times to Song Zhizhi. He admitted his mistake very quickly for the sake of money.
"I, I was wrong!"
Jiang Wanning knew that Song Qingde wanted to save face, so he didn't force him to kneel.
He just turned around and looked at Song Ziwen.
"If you don't want to slap yourselves, you can slap each other."
When Song Qingde heard this, he knew that she was trying to sow discord between them as father and son, and was about to curse her.
"Jiang, you are so cruel——"
“Bang!”
Before he finished speaking.
Song Ziwen gritted his teeth, hesitated for a moment, and then slapped him hard in the face!
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