Now it is necessary to take a look at Han Dongwen's pocket.
Yihong Building in Tianying City has been operating for nearly half a year, and most of the expenses were advanced by Yang Kai's Han Yingzong. Correspondingly, most of the receivables obtained from foreigners will also fall back into the pockets of Han Yingzong, the major shareholder.
As for the original self-owned funds of Yihong Building in Tianying City, they were first used to pay off the deed of the girl from Yuhua Building. After all, the girl is the capital of Yihong Building, which is what Han Dongwen needs to hold in his hands.
In the first two months, Yihonglou's net profit receivable was only two or three gold yuan per month, and it was really miserable.
But fortunately, hundreds of strangers poured in in the last month, and their daily food and drink expenses were no less than five or six silver dollars. Even if they ran out of money in the last few days, the total expenses for one stranger would be more than fifty silver dollars. .
With an income of seventy or eighty gold dollars, the expenses have to be cut by forty. The girls in Yihonglou have been busy this month, so they must share more rewards. Everyone is happy to receive a handful of gold dollars a month. At the tip of my eyebrows, the building was filled with a New Year atmosphere.
Calculating the remaining revenue, there are still about 20 gold dollars. Han Dongwen must give a red envelope to Bu Qianqian, the hero, and then subtract the amount that must be reserved for handing over to the National Finance Department. Han Dongwen currently has a lot of money in his pocket. I have ten gold dollars, no more.
Ten gold dollars, is that much?
Of course, it is a lot for a hard-working man. If a person who is busy in the market can take out a gold dollar from his pocket, it can be regarded as a lot of money. When he goes into a small restaurant to order a drink, he will even raise his voice a little louder.
But for ordinary people who are relatively well-off, ten gold yuan is not an unreachable number, especially the salary of the officers and soldiers of the third division, which can be as much as twenty or thirty gold yuan a year.
But the ten gold yuan on the salary are different from the ten gold yuan in Han Dongwen's pocket.
This is not a salary, this is cash dollars that can be withdrawn at any time.
Han Dongwen, who carries half a year's salary as an officer and soldier, goes to Yihong Mansion to order girls. Even if he has no money, he looks like a rich man.
At Yihonglou in Haimen City, the girls are also very particular about ordering.
It would be too immodest to directly order a girl, so Han Dongwen was presented with a variety of wines.
You ordered wine, and here comes a girl. You can make plans for what you want to drink.
Although hundreds of flowers are about to bloom in the evening, Han Dongwen has no choice, but the process has to go through.
Then he knew that the wine listed on the wine license of the girl who came was called Lychee Red.
Han Dongwen leaned back on the chair, and the first thing he smelled was the fragrance.
This fragrance is not high-end, and it cannot compare with the makeup and powder in the palace, but it is still a sign of the girl's attentiveness.
He raised his eyes slightly and saw that Li Zhihong was a somewhat thin girl, even a little too thin, giving people the impression of Lin Daiyu.
"Sit, sit, are you...?"
Han Dongwen gestured to his side, and the girl nodded slightly and sat next to Han Dongwen with a gust of fragrance.
"Young Master, just call me Lychee."
The girl named Lychee is not as rosy as Lychee, and her pretty face would look a little sickly if she didn't apply makeup.
Han Dongwen asked her to sit down, and Lychee immediately lifted the wine pot and filled up the wine glasses in front of them. Regardless of Han Dongwen, he raised a glass first and said with a smile: "Young master shows his talent at a young age, so I would like to offer you this glass of lychee first." The young master appreciates me. If it weren’t for the young master’s generosity, I wouldn’t be able to go to the lychees and let the flowers bloom today, and it would be rare for me to feel lonely.”
Her appearance was really cold. Han Dongwen drank half a cup of Lychee Red Rice Ice Sauce and felt that if the wine were spicier and less sweet, the girl Lychee might not be able to bear it.
He coughed lightly and picked up the topic: "Miss Litchi, how long have you been working in Yihong Building?"
Obviously this was not the first time someone asked her such a question. Li Zhi rolled his eyes and smiled: "Sir, Li Zhi was originally at Jian Hai Tower. Later, Jian Hai Tower became Yihong Tower, so we came here together."
"Jian Hailou?"
Han Dongwen was very interested after hearing this. Every romantic place is a market. The girl from Yihonglou in Tianying City was fished from Yuhualou. The girl from Yihonglou in Haimen City may have come from Jianhai. building.
"It's Jian Hailou. Is this your first time coming to Haizhou?"
Lizhi's question can already explain Jianhailou's popularity in Haizhou.
"Jianhailou was originally the largest restaurant in Haizhou. It opened with an elegant view. Later, it wasn't because the emperor built the Yihonglou that the common people could buy it. It just so happened that Jianhailou should be expanded, so he directly took over the Yihonglou. Yes, it’s quite happy to say so.”
As she said this, she smiled. Han Dongwen felt that having strength was different. In Haizhou, the transition of Yihonglou was particularly smooth, which showed that the boss of Jianhailou had some strength.
"Then the former shopkeeper of Jian Hailou is now in charge of Yihonglou's account books?"
Han Dongwen asked, looking around.
Li Zhi nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then shook his head: "Jian Hailou... Jian Hailou is not the shopkeeper who has the final say. The shopkeeper is... just a shopkeeper."
Han Dongwen blinked: "You mean, there is someone else in charge of Jian Hailou?"
Li Zhi smiled lightly: "Sir, Li Zhi will still be here in Yihong Mansion from now on. You can't talk about the boss's gossip."
"Sorry sorry."
Han Dongwen punished himself by drinking half a cup. He knew that his question was a bit out of bounds. He thought for a while, changed the topic and asked: "Earlier, you said you wouldn't participate in today's blooming. What's the reason?"
After hearing Han Dongwen's question, a bright light suddenly flashed in Lizhi's eyes. She smiled slightly and said, "Young master, I don't know, tonight is my younger brother..."
Before she finished speaking, she heard a loud noise coming from downstairs, and someone could faintly hear an argument.
Han Dongwen and Li Zhi looked at each other, stopped talking, and turned their heads to look at the lobby.
It didn't matter, but it shocked Han Dongwen.
Standing at the door were a few officers and soldiers wearing French clothes. They were standing there with a straight face, their hands on the handles of their swords.
"I'm warning you, don't cause trouble! If you have this person, hand it over, or let us go in and check!"
The leader of the law department officer shouted loudly, but his loud voice seemed not to intimidate others, but more like to cheer himself up.
It was not for anything else, just because the three officers and soldiers of the Law Division were facing a group of guys coming out of Yihong Building - behind these guys, there were a few people wearing military uniforms who looked like they were cultivators. People gathered around.
The three officers and soldiers of the Law Department seemed to be surrounded by people from Yihong Tower at this moment.
"I'll say it again!"
The leading French soldier tried his best to raise his voice and shouted: "A man in white, around 20 years old, with a long baggage. If you have seen this man, please report to the French immediately. I saw that Ha Yazi captured a West Asian who escaped from the escort. This man is an accomplice." The Justice Department hereby arrests you!"
Man in white, around twenty, long...
Han Dongwen swallowed the red rice ice into his throat, and his legs felt numb.
Damn it, why did you become a fugitive?
