Zhan's herbal medicine pavilion opened early. Brother Zhan was sitting in front of the counter, resting his chin with his hand, feeling restless.
Zhan Qingyue came late. Seeing Brother Zhan like this, he couldn't help but frown and asked: "Brother Zhan, the floor has been swept? The table has been wiped? Are the medicinal materials ready?"
"Hey... little sister, these have been done a long time ago, but until now, there is no one there when I open the door. I'm so worried!"
Zhan Qingyue pursed her lips and looked at Brother Zhan, with her brows twisted into twists on her bitter gourd face.
"Well, it's quite urgent. Second brother, you have to smile. Smile more. When you smile, people passing by will take a look and think, hey, this guy is so good-looking. His stuff must be good."
Cuizhu, who had always acted as a transparent person, burst out laughing, and for fear of upsetting Brother Zhang, he quickly turned away, suppressed his smile, and put on a delicate face.
Brother Zhang glanced at Cuizhu and said helplessly: "Little sister, stop making fun of me and think of a way! Everyone in the Qian family's medicinal food pavilion has lined up on the street. Look at us, flies. Almost starving to death."
Zhan Qingyue's expression was indifferent, as if whether the business was good or bad didn't matter.
"Second brother, don't worry, I'll find a way to get there right now."
With that said, she stepped out of the Medicinal Diet Pavilion and walked straight to the Qian family's Medicinal Diet Pavilion.
"no!"
Shopkeeper Qian had a stern face, took a sip of tea, and coldly rejected Zhan Qingyue.
"I obviously opened it after I saw your herbal medicine pavilion closed. Now that you are back, you want to make all my previous efforts go to waste with just a word of cooperation. It's impossible!"
Zhan Qingyue's eyes were glazed over, but his face still retained the last bit of restraint, and he said with a wry smile: "Shopkeeper Qian, didn't we go to Fucheng to take the exam? Even this old customer knows it!"
"What can old customers do if they know! Are you the only one selling medicated meals in the entire county?" Shopkeeper Qian's eyes were full of disdain: "When you go to Fucheng, do you mean that no one else will buy medicated meals?"
"Zhan Qingyue, I see that you are a prostitute, and it is not easy for you to run such a good shop. Now Mr. Han is in high school again. We don't care about the past. In the future, each business will depend on his own ability!"
Shopkeeper Qian glanced at the disappointed Zhan Qingyue, pushed the teapot, and shouted out the door: "Waiter, see off the guests!"
"Shopkeeper Zhang, please."
Zhan Qingyue frowned slightly and helplessly looked at the shopkeeper Qian who was drinking tea by himself. A high malicious value was broadcast in the space.
This malice value is even more than what he got from the third lady of the Song family.
The jingling announcement was still ringing. She sighed and strode out of the Qian's Medicinal Food Pavilion, only to hear a crisp jingle in the space.
"With full malice, you will be rewarded with a book of Machiavellian tactics!"
Zhan Qingyue’s eyes lit up! A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.
Machiavellian tactics?
This thing is great! If you encounter this kind of business-war-house fight in the future, kill those scum in seconds.
"Girl, if you want to curse, just curse. Holding it in will hurt your body."
When Cuizhu saw that Zhan Qingyue had just paid tens of thousands of taels of debt, she suddenly smiled and became a little frightened, worried that she had been stimulated and gone crazy.
"Shopkeeper Zhang? Wait, wait!"
Just as Zhan Qingyue was about to talk, he saw a carriage stop suddenly on the street.
A middle-aged man who was elegant and dignified got out of the carriage.
"Shopkeeper Zhang, it's better to come early than to come by chance. I'm from Fucheng. I've heard of your name in the Song family before. The medicinal diet business is still very promising."
The man rubbed his hands, his face looked a little expectant and nervous, and he looked honest and humble, making it hard for anyone to find fault.
"So I would like to ask shopkeeper Zhang to show my favor and let's find a teahouse to explore cooperation."
Zhan Qingyue's face was full of surprise, and she obviously didn't remember the person in front of her very well.
But seriously speaking, when something like that happened in the Song family, she didn't have time to see what other people were doing.
Maybe I heard Miss Song Er talk about opening a medicinal food pavilion in her family.
After thinking about this, Zhan Qingyue also greeted him politely.
She was about to follow the middle-aged man to the teahouse next to her, but she was stopped by a voice.
"Yueyue!"
Zhan Qingyue listened to the familiar voice and looked back, only to see Han Yiyun walking towards her in a hurry, his brows furrowed and his face full of worry.
"Yueyue, don't follow this old fox, and don't believe what he says!"
Zhan Qingyue looked at Han Yiyun in confusion, then at the middle-aged man.
You wouldn't know it if you didn't look at it, but you would be surprised to see that there are some similarities between the two of them.
"Brother Han..."
Zhan Qingyue tugged on Han Yiyun's sleeve nervously, and various possibilities emerged in her mind.
Han Yiyun patted her arm gently and showed a reassuring smile.
"Yueyue, don't be afraid, I'm here!"
After saying that, he raised his head and stared at Han Junsheng coldly, as if looking at a stranger.
"Han Junsheng, I didn't expect you to come here after me. I'm warning you, don't mess around."
Han Junsheng smiled ferociously: "What are you doing? I am the chief minister of the dynasty, and one person is inferior to ten thousand people. What I want to do is not easy!"
"Chief assistant? Haha." Han Yiyun sneered, looking confident: "If you don't tell me, I have forgotten. Once the scandalous things you did are exposed, I think you will be regarded as the first assistant!"
"How dare you, you traitor!" Han Junsheng's face turned green and he glared at him fiercely, trying to keep him quiet.
"See if I dare!"
Han Yiyun gritted his teeth, remembering that this old guy actually sent someone to assassinate Zhan Qingyue before, he couldn't bear it!
"Brother Han." Seeing that he was in a low mood, Zhan Qingyue called softly and stepped forward to hold his hand.
Han Yiyun held her back and raised his eyes with a relaxed smile.
"Yueyue, I'm fine."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhan Qingyue heard the announcement in the space about the rising favorability value, and also rewarded some new seeds and a book of blueprints of ancient weapons.
She suppressed the excitement in her heart and stood silently beside Han Yiyun.
When Han Yiyun saw Han Junsheng's gloomy face and said nothing, he snorted coldly and took Zhan Qingyue's hand.
"Yueyue, let's go!"
"Why…"
Han Junsheng raised his hand to shout but did not dare to make any move, for fear of driving Han Yiyun into panic, so he had to withdraw his hand with a grimace and watched the two of them leave.
"Brother Han, I just thought of something delicious. Can we go home now?"
"People say that when you are unhappy, you eat sweets. If you eat sweets, you will feel happy. Brother Han, I hope you are happy."
Han Yiyun pursed his lips and smiled softly, his eyes full of doting, and all the troubles caused by Han Junsheng just now were swept away.
"Okay, let's go home and sit down. I'm looking forward to making something delicious for Yueyue."
After returning to the new house, Zhan Qingyue got to work.
