"What's the difference?" Wei Ting glanced at Yang Fan and muttered to himself, seemingly not wanting to explain it clearly.
For a moment, the two of them were silent. Only the teapot on the table in front of them was simmering tea soup, and the steam was rising.
Since Wei Ting didn't want to say it clearly, Yang Fan certainly wouldn't ask again. He just lowered his eyebrows and seemed to be focusing all his attention on the teapot, as if the teapot was some kind of strange thing.
Wei Ting thought that Yang Fan would be able to bear it soon, but little did he know that when it came to Qi nourishing skills, Yang Fan was no worse than old foxes like them.
As a loser and an otaku in his previous life, it was normal for Yang Fan to just sit there for a long time with a book.
Looking at the calm guy in front of him, Wei Ting couldn't help but feel depressed in his heart, and he really wanted to curse.
There was nothing I could do. The guy in front of me narrowed his eyes, but he just didn't snore.
If there is a bed, it is really possible for this stick to lie down and sleep.
Maybe this is the indescribable feeling of a scholar when he meets a soldier.
It didn't take long for Wei Ting to be defeated, and he secretly complained in his heart, who in Chang'an city doesn't know what kind of thing this stick is?
Now I'm actually having fun with him, but there's nothing I can do about it.
Thinking of this, Wei Ting twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "Ahem... Uncle Zhongyi, this is what I mean, and of course it is also the instruction of King Qi;"
"Originally, His Highness King Qi wanted to ask for the manufacturing method of colored glaze, but I knew that colored glaze involves many disputes, so I wanted to cooperate with Uncle Zhongyi to sell it, and we only need the exclusive sales rights in Prince Qi's fiefdom..."
Now that he had spoken, Wei Ting no longer had any worries and told him the reason.
In Wei Ting's opinion, it is simply impossible to find a method for making colored glaze.
If it is just a cooperative sales, and it happens to be an opportunity for the main customer company to withdraw funds, this is entirely possible.
The Yang Mansion is not short of money. It is self-evident which is more important to Yang Fan, future or money, not to mention that this is not a competition with His Majesty.
The world is so big, it is impossible for Yang Fan to open Liuli Shop to every corner of the Tang Dynasty by himself.
Therefore, Wei Ting firmly believed that as long as he was in control of the host and customer's withdrawal of funds, Yang Fan would definitely agree to cooperate in selling colored glaze, which was also a win-win situation.
The abacus beat loudly, and it was not a lion's mouth. Yang Fan still admired the methods of old foxes like Wei Ting, at least he knew how to be satisfied.
"Master Wei, are you sure someone will agree?" Yang Fan looked a little depressed.
This kind of tangled expression is just like that of a young man.
Wei Ting smiled slightly and felt much relieved: "Does Uncle Zhongyi disagree?"
After pondering for a long time, Yang Fan did not answer directly, but asked: "Is His Royal Highness King Qi very short of money?"
Wei Ting glanced sideways at Yang Fan and snorted: "Although Qizhou is not as rich as Guanzhong, it has many merchants, fertile fields, and rich seafood. Besides, the wealth of a state is in the hands of His Highness the King of Qi. You said the King of Qi will be short of money." What?"
Yang Fan felt more and more strange: "If there is no shortage of money, then why does His Highness Prince Qi want to cooperate in the Liuli business?"
"This doesn't seem to have anything to do with the lack of money, right?" Wei Ting hesitated for a while and said: "This doesn't seem to have anything to do with Uncle Zhongyi, you just need to say whether you agree or not."
This makes Yang Fan strange!
After all, Liuli business can only quickly accumulate wealth.
If you are an ordinary person, you may dream about the chicken that lays the golden eggs, and you may even do anything to get it.
But for the prince, the glass business was just a way to make money. Since he obviously knew that Li Shimin had shares, why was it so attractive?
Do you want to quickly accumulate wealth and recruit troops to rebel?
But Yang Fan couldn't believe it.
Judging from Li You's rebellion in history, this guy was completely helpless.
After Yan Hongliang encouraged him to kill Quan Wanji, because he was afraid that Li Shimin would question him, Li You became hot-headed and raised the banner of rebellion.
The entire rebellion process was without rules, reasons, and no detailed planning. It was completely hasty and impromptu.
As a result, Li Ji later led his troops to quell the rebellion, and they all surrendered without encountering any resistance.
If you really want to rebel, will anyone treat rebellion as a child's play?
Unless he was tired of living, Li You in history never thought that he would reach that point.
Then here comes the problem.
Since it's not to raise money for rebellion, then why do you need so much money?
As a prince, too much wealth is actually not a good thing.
Thinking of this, Yang Fan became a little interested. He slowly raised the corners of his mouth and deliberately showed a meaningful smile: "If I am right, His Highness, Prince Qi, wants to cooperate with me this time, I am afraid he has other motives."
Wei Ting was stunned: "Any other plans? What good plans does King Qi have?"
Yang Fan teased: "Maybe King Qi wants to quickly gather money to do something unbelievable?"
"Bang...don't say this nonsense...ah..." Wei Ting, who was still smart at first, was suddenly shocked.
Wei Ting jumped up and knocked over the teapot on the table. The hot tea accidentally spilled on his legs, causing Wei Ting to scream in pain.
Wei Ting didn't care about this. Hearing these words suddenly, his soul was frightened. Then he became furious, pointed at Yang Fan and shouted:
"How can it be unreasonable, such rebellious words, how can you talk nonsense? The reason why His Highness Prince Qi wants to cooperate in the glass business is just to please His Majesty and ask His Majesty to transfer him back to Chang'an as soon as possible..."
Wei Ting was frightened, his face turned pale, his whole body was shaking with anger, and he glared at Yang Fan.
This stick really dares to say that, don’t you know what His Majesty is most afraid of?
It was because he was afraid of unrest that he sent his relatives and sons out to guard the area.
Nowadays, the princes are shielded from the outside world, and they have all the military and political affairs in their hands. Once ambition breeds rebellion, it will be easy...
He actually said that King Qi was "going to do something big and unbelievable". If this word reached Li Shimin's ears, King Qi would be finished for the rest of his life.
Moreover, Wei Ting, as an 'accomplice' in the funding, of course cannot escape the involvement.
I want them to die.
Wei Ting was almost scared out of his wits, how could he not be frightened and angry.
Yang Fan sat still and looked at Wei Ting with a smile, but his smile became weirder.
So that’s what happened.
Let's just say, that kid Li You is a useless snack and doesn't have the guts at all.
But I really don’t know what the brain circuits of these princes are, so one by two they sharpened their heads and rushed towards Chang'an.
Is it really that good? It's not like you can become emperor just after arriving in Chang'an.
Wouldn't it be more fun to be the biggest king of freedom in the fiefdom?
Although Wei Ting's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, Yang Fan held his tongue in disapproval and said with a half-smile: "That's the reason. I must have misunderstood."
Seeing Yang Fan's teasing look, Wei Ting almost spat out a mouthful of old blood and knew that he had been teased by the young man in front of him.
But I was still very angry in my heart. If it were such a serious statement, just say "misunderstood" and it would be over?
But Wei Ting was really afraid that Yang Fan would talk nonsense again and make the whole city gossip.
Although the emperor may not believe it, he cannot stop the censors.
Those guys usually don't do anything bad, they just look for trouble. They don't have the style to blow up the nine-level waves. If they hear the gossip of this stick, then why not join in the death?
Thinking of this, Wei Ting couldn't laugh or cry, and said helplessly: "It is said that Uncle Zhongyi is impulsive and can only talk with his fists. Today I know that Uncle Zhongyi is really thoughtful and can be said to be a rare young talent. No wonder he was chosen by His Majesty at such a young age. Entrusted with important tasks.”
At this time, Wei Ting also knew that threatening Yang Fan was out of the question, and sat down slumped.
Thinking of his daughter's nagging, Wei Ting had a headache again. He smiled angrily at Yang Fan and accused him: "What Uncle Zhongyi said just now was too serious... too shameless!"
Yang Fan's face was calm: "Master Wei, thank you."
Wei Ting was dumbfounded. Is this a compliment to you?
However, he could only sigh: "You are so thick-skinned. It is thicker than the walls of the Imperial City. You are considered invulnerable. I have only seen..."
Yang Fan was stunned: "How does Mr. Wei know?"
Wei Ting covered his face and was speechless. He didn't expect there to be such a shameless person in this world.
Yang Fan looked proud: There are few opponents in our martial arts, and it is normal to be invulnerable.
Wei Ting was so angry that he almost lost his breath. His eyes almost dropped when he stared at Yang Fan, and the beard under his chin was also twitching.
Seeing that the elegant old man was so angry, Yang Fan said slowly: "Actually, if His Highness Prince Qi is really interested in this glass business, it is not impossible to discuss it."
Wei Ting was stunned, completely confused as to what the trick was.
Just now, I lost my dignity and tried to coerce Yang Fan into agreeing to cooperate by using the host-guest company to withdraw funds, but I was disturbed by Yang Fan's nonsense.
Now this guy actually offered to talk.
Wei Ting felt like he was suffering from tinnitus and deafness!
So he asked with some uncertainty: "Uncle Zhongyi is serious about what he said, but what are the conditions?"
