Xiao Huadong thought for a while and decided to come to Zhao Feiyang.
Zhao Feiyang is not only the shopkeeper of Zhaojiazhuang, but also the minister of the Ministry of Industry in Qingtang, Tubo, so he also has his own office and is also on the first floor of the Supervisory Palace.
Zhao Feiyang is the shopkeeper of Zhaojiazhuang in Qingtang City, shopkeeper of workshops and banks.
Although Zhao Feiyang is a minister of the Ministry of Industry, this is a false position, but he is also the shopkeeper of Zhaojiazhuang, so he has great power, and can even be said to be above Xiao Huadong.
Come and try it quickly. 】
In order to win Zhao Feiyang's support, Xiao Huadong gave away the drunken spring breeze given to him by Miss Ren.
Zhao Feiyang had a lot of Zui Chunfeng in his hands, but in order to make Xiao Huadong feel at ease, he still accepted Xiao Huadong's Zui Chunfeng tea.
He read Xiao Huadong's terms and nodded: "Jingyuan Restaurant is making money everywhere in the Song Dynasty, and the business is extremely prosperous. There is no problem that the restaurant will prosper. But have you ever thought about how big and how big the restaurant in Huixi will be? How many floors will be built and what is the budget?”
"Please give me your advice, Mr. Zhao." Xiao Huadong, who could almost fit a duck egg in his mouth, bowed his hands and said, "I have no plans yet."
"In your plan, Jingyuan Restaurant represents Zhaojiazhuang, is that true?" Zhao Feiyang returned the courtesy without being polite and went straight to the topic.
Xiao Huadong bowed his hands again: "Exactly, I hope Minister Zhao can give me some advice."
"Well, Jingyuan Restaurant has the fifth floor in other places, and Qingtang is the capital of Tubo. How many floors do you think it should be built?" Zhao Feiyang returned the courtesy, although he smiled, but Xiao Huadong felt that his aura was very big.
Without a trace of hesitation, he answered directly: "Of course it should also be the fifth floor."
"Yes, of course it can't be less than five floors. Do you know the estimated budget to build this five-story fairy cement restaurant?" Zhao Feiyang asked while pulling the abacus.
Xiao Huadong shook his head, "I just don't know, so I came here to ask for advice, so I had to bow my hand and say, "Please give me some advice, Mr. Zhao."
"A hundred-year plan cannot be hasty. Including decoration, it cannot be less than one hundred thousand copper coins." Zhao Feiyang calculated while pulling out the abacus, and finally came up with the answer.
Xiao Huadong could almost fit a duck egg into his mouth and couldn't believe his ears: "There are so many?"
"Of course, what are your plans now?" Zhao Feiyang put down his abacus and took a sip of tea.
Xiao Huadong gritted his teeth: "I intend to continue, but I don't know how?"
"You can try raising funds and loans." Zhao Feiyang reminded.
Xiao Huadong's face tightened, and he asked finally, "How much loan can I get?"
"Officials of the Song Dynasty are not allowed to do business, but there is no such rule in Tubo. I will give you a loan of ten thousand yuan according to the upper limit, and I will give you the best discount on interest. You will pay it off in thirty years, with a monthly interest of three cents." Zhao Feiyang looked at his green official uniform and said Come up with the answer.
Xiao Huadong felt weak and sat on the stool in frustration: "Although I have a payment of 10,000 yuan, it is too far apart."
"I am optimistic about the future of this restaurant and am willing to invest 5,000 delivery cards." Zhao Feiyang smiled slightly and took out another 5,000 delivery cards.
Xiao Huadong happily took Zhao Feiyang's banknote and scratched his head again, still a little embarrassed: "Thank you, Minister Zhao, but it's still not enough."
"Return to the West, win-win, win-win." Zhao Feiyang reminded while tapping the table, "The little sage said that we must learn to win-win."
In fact, it was only a matter of time to build Jingyuan Restaurant. Even if Xiao Huadong didn't propose it, Zhao Feiyang would build it.
However, Xiao Huadong proposed the construction, and Zhao Feiyang was willing to send a favor.
"Win-win, win-win." After hearing this, Xiao Huadong almost jumped up and patted his head, "Why did the official forget this matter?"
Zhao Feiyang smiled and said nothing while drinking tea.
"Thank you, Minister Zhao. I would like to place an advertisement in the Song Dynasty China Newspaper. Is it okay?" While he was happy, Xiao Huadong suddenly remembered something.
Zhao Feiyang had some guesses, but was not sure: "No problem at all, what kind of advertisement?"
"It's an advertisement for the construction of Jingyuan Restaurant." Xiao Huadong said eagerly while bowing his hands.
Zhao Feiyang smiled and nodded, looking at Xiao Huadong kindly: "Boys can be taught."
He is thirty-five or six, about the same age as Xiao Huadong's parents. He regards Xiao Huadong as a junior and hopes that this matter can help him.
Xiao Huadong was in a good mood when he walked out of Zhao Feiyang's office.
Everything is difficult at the beginning, but now we have taken the most precious first step.
Zhao Feiyang, the shopkeeper of Zhaojiazhuang in Qingtang City, has already agreed. I hope others in the Supervisory Office can agree.
He decided to go to the Jianguo Mansion to test things up and down, and first came to Wang Wenxiu's office.
Wang Wenxiu is the official, and his attitude is very crucial. If he doesn't agree, others may not agree either.
Xiao Huadong explained his intention, handed over the document, and said that Yu Qishi, the magistrate, had agreed.
Wang Wenxiu took the note without commenting.
However, when he saw that Yu Qishi had already written the word "read", he couldn't help but think deeply.
Xiao Huadong drank tea while secretly talking to Wang Wenxiu.
Wang Wenxiu thought for a while and finally said: "Tubo has just been pacified, people are calm, and everything is waiting to be revitalized. As an official, at this critical moment, he takes the lead in revitalizing Qingtang, and he sets a good example and takes the lead."
After saying that, Wang Wenxiu wrote the correct word on Xiao Huadong's folding paper.
Xiao Huadong felt that Wang Wenxiu's words were very good. Starting from the pacification of Tubo, he showed the good role of officials in taking the lead, and he also wrote a precise word on it.
It can be said that from this perspective, Wang Wenxiu not only affirmed Xiao Huadong's role, but also had the courage to take responsibility.
Xiao Huadong was extremely moved. After all, officials were doing business.
Wang Wenxiu not only agreed, but also wrote the word "quasi" on it.
"Thank you, sir." He bowed his hands in gratitude and spoke with great respect.
"Of course, this is only limited to this special period. After Tubo completely belongs to the Song Dynasty, this trend will not last long." Wang Wenxiu thought for a while and warned Xiao Huadong.
After all, the Song Dynasty stipulated that officials could not engage in business. This was an express rule.
Fortunately, it was Tubo now, which was not within the territory of the Song Dynasty. It was still nominally within the jurisdiction of Tubo Zanpu.
It was precisely because of this special fact that Wang Wenxiu boldly agreed.
Only then did Xiao Huadong understand that Wang Wenxiu was responsible, and he bowed his hand again: "Thank you, sir. I wonder if you would like to participate in the fund-raising?"
After speaking, he looked at Wang Wenxiu anxiously.
Wang Wenxiu's attitude is very critical, which determines whether his project can continue.
"Of course, I have this intention." Wang Wenxiu chuckled and took out two thousand silver notes from his sleeve.
Seeing Wang Wenxiu's willingness to raise funds, Xiao Huadong took advantage of the victory and came to Zheng Ding's office next door.
Zheng Ding is thick and tall, with a few white hairs on his head, but he is very energetic.
Unlike Wang Wenxiu and Yu Qishi, he appeared extremely cautious and serious.
It wasn't until he saw that Xiao Huadong's booklet had Wang Wenxiu on it that he smiled.
Unlike Wang Wenxiu and Yu Qishi, Zheng Ding's identity is rather special.
Wang Wenxiu and Yu Qishi are considered old people in Zhaojiazhuang, and they are also the father-in-law of the little saint for half a year.
With this level of relationship, Zhao Ping will acquiesce as long as the two of them do not go too far.
But Zheng Ding is different. He has no such relationship with the little sage Zhao Ping, and he is still a demoted general, so he has to handle the matter carefully.
But with Wang Wenxiu's accurate calligraphy, Zheng Ding readily invested a thousand silver notes.
Although Xiao Huadong has taken care of the two big bosses, he still has one immediate boss.
This person is none other than Yu Qishi.
Yu Qishi's status is even more special. Not only is he the magistrate of Qingtang City, but he is also the deputy envoy of the Supervisory Office.
If he didn't participate, others would definitely have different opinions, so Xiao Huadong had to obtain Yu Qishi's consent.
Yu Qishi saw Wang Wenxiu and Zheng Ding on the fund-raising list and laughed.
"It's good to return to the West." After saying that, he took out a thousand silver notes from his sleeve.
Unlike Zheng Ding, Wang Wenxiu and Yu Qishi are both wealthy owners, and both of them have their own shares in Zhaojiazhuang Workshop.
They may not participate in fund-raising, but they still participate in fund-raising to express their attitude.
Seeing Yu Qishi's attitude, Xiao Huadong was very grateful. The first person to support him was his immediate boss.
Xiao Huadong breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his office.
At this time, the clever young servant No. 2 had already made him another cup of Drunken Spring Breeze tea.
Xiao Huadong finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the names of the three big bosses of the Supervisory Government on the fund-raising list, feeling that Jingyuan Restaurant was half done.
He rubbed his forehead, decided to take a rest, and began to savor the spring breeze.
At this time, Fang Er came in and reported: "Official, the housekeeper wants to see you."
"Butler, which butler is it?" Xiao Huadong was stunned, and the tea cup in his hand overflowed.
He hurriedly put the tea cup on the table and looked at the second roommate in confusion.
Fang Er was a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and suddenly raised his head.
There was some embarrassment on his face, but he finally said awkwardly: "He is the housekeeper of Miss Yangjin."
Although Jia Luoyangjin is his sister-in-law in name, she has not yet slept with his eldest brother, so the second roommate still does not regard her as his sister-in-law.
Xiao Huadong felt a little strange. Could it be that this Dharma King's youngest daughter hadn't seen the reality clearly yet? She thought she was the Dharma King's daughter in the past.
The Dharma King has now lost all his troops, property, and political power. He only retains the title of Dharma King. He has separated from the secular world and is a complete monk.
If this is the case, Xiao Huadong decided to persuade the housekeeper one last time, which can be regarded as his last effort.
Upon hearing the notice from the second roommate, Zhuoga Bai Niang lowered her head and walked in with broken steps.
"I've met the officials." She came to Xiao Huadong, bowed and said respectfully.
Xiao Huadong nodded, pointed to the chair next to him, and motioned for her to sit down.
Although Xiao Huadong didn't like her, she was an old man after all, so she still had some etiquette.
Zhuoga Bai Niang carefully stepped back and sat on the stool with half her buttocks.
Seeing Madam Zhuoga sitting on the stool, Xiao Huadong asked kindly: "What's the matter with the housekeeper?"
"The officials are planning to build a restaurant?" Zhuoga Bai Niang did not dare to raise her head, but looked at the ground and asked cautiously.
Xiao Huadong didn't know why Zhuoga Bai Niang asked like this, so he nodded: "It does happen."
"Is the official still short of money?" Zhuoga Bai Niang still asked cautiously.
Naturally, Xiao Huadong would not deny this fact: "Of course, we have already achieved some of it, but there is still some left to be desired."
Zhuoga Bai Niang took out five silver notes from her sleeves, each worth a thousand guan, totaling 5,000 guan in silver notes, and placed them in front of Xiao Huadong's desk.
"Butler, what do you mean by this?" Xiao Huadong did not take the banknote. He looked at the banknote for a few times and then looked up at Zhuoga Bai Niang.
At this moment, Zhuoga Bai Niang raised her head, bowed, and said cautiously: "Officials regard Dalang as a brother. How can a brother not support official affairs?"
"Business is risky," Xiao Huadong was a little moved, but he still shook his head, "This is the money for Miss Yang Jin's pension, I can't use it."
Xiao Huadong still had his salary, and he didn't want to use the money from the Jialuoyang gold. Moreover, Xiao Huadong had other methods.
The key thing is that this young lady has not slept with Fang Da yet, so Xiao Huadong has to worry about this.
Zhuoga Bai Niang bowed again and asked anxiously: "Miss Yangjin still has five thousand guan of capital, and in addition has a villa and a hundred acres of land. So the young lady can still bear these risks."
"I don't understand. It's not that Madam Yang Jin doesn't like Fang Da, why is she raising funds in his name?" Xiao Huadong asked with a half-smile.
Zhuoga Bai Niang felt complicated when she saw Xiao Huadong's expression.
She bowed again and explained patiently: "Miss Yang Jin likes Da Lang, otherwise she would not marry Fang Da. The reason why she temporarily divorced him is that she is still young, and she hopes Fang Da can make progress. After all, she is the daughter of the Dharma King. If Fang Da still behaves like a Langsheng, it will really embarrass the Dharma King's daughter. As long as the Dang Da Lang makes progress, the little lady will naturally sleep with him."
After hearing this, Xiao Huadong fell into deep thought.
Kalayang Jin is only thirteen years old in real life, but fourteen years old in falsehood. This statement is quite reasonable.
Although Fang Da has no education, he is quite talented, and his appearance matches that of Miss Yang Jin.
"Since we are raising funds in Da Lang's name, I will accept it. Do you want interest or dividends?" Xiao Huadong was relieved and asked sincerely.
"Thank you, sir," Zhuoga Bai Niang was overjoyed, with a smile on her face, "How are the interest calculated and how are the dividends calculated?"
"What about the interest? No matter the loss, it is a fixed amount every month. The interest rate of the Zhaojiazhuang bank is three cents per month, and I will pay this interest to the little lady Yang Jin. There is no fixed amount for the dividends. You will invest the profit as much as you make. If you lose, Then you won't get a penny." Xiao Huadong explained, making the interests and losses clear.
Zhuoga Bai Niang thought for a while and quickly made a decision: "Guanren, I believe in Guanren and I also believe in Zhaojiazhuang, so I want to share the dividends."
"I believe the profit will be higher if you pay dividends, because Jingyuan Restaurant has never suffered a loss." Xiao Huadong saw that Zhuoga Bai Niang had made a decision and praised her choice.
With these good starts, Xiao Huadong quickly reached the 100,000-guan fund-raising standard.
Not only Han civilian officials and military generals invested this money, but also Tibetan civilian officials and military generals, and even Mongolian military generals.
For example, Lage of the cavalry army invested about 1,000, Lajia invested 5,000, other cavalry commanders and Huihu each invested 100, and generals such as Chen Hua and Yun Shuchen each invested 1,000.
These people are willing to raise funds. In addition to the three big bosses of the Supervisory Office, they are also related to Xiao Huadong's status as the general judge. ,
After Xiao Huadong raised funds, he couldn't wait to write a letter to Mrs. Ren and sent it via carrier pigeon taking into account both public and private matters.
Although the two of them are not Hongyan's messengers, they are faster and more accurate than Hongyan.
Hongyan's letter may be entrusted to someone else, and the time is difficult to determine, but the homing pigeon has only one goal and arrives at a fixed point on time.
In Xixian County, at Jingyuan Restaurant, someone was playing Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms: The Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and the Remaining Jade Mat in Autumn".
Cuihua looked at Miss Ren, looked her over and over again, sighed and shook her head: "I'm only thin because of lovesickness, and only worried about separation. Little Miss, you've lost weight again."
After saying that, she couldn't help but pick up her fingers to make a sign of shame and laughed at Miss Ren for being lovesick.
"Are you going to laugh at your master again? Let's see if I tear your mouth apart?" Miss Ren put down her accordion, played with her hands, and was about to scratch Cuihua's itch.
Cuihua was most afraid of Miss Ren's move, so she ran away in fear.
But this time Miss Ren was determined to scratch her itch, so Cuihua was taken to the corner of the piano room.
Cuihua had no choice but to take out the letter and beg for mercy: "Little lady, please forgive me, little lady, please forgive me."
"I'll spare you this time." Miss Ren snatched the letter.
Cuihua also calmed down at this time and asked curiously: "Little lady, I wonder when you can go to Qingtang City? I also want to see where I want to go. I heard that it is full of deep Tibetan customs."
After saying that, her little face was full of yearning.
"Cuihua, there is no problem at all this time." Miss Ren almost jumped up with joy, "Qingtang City has been pacified. Official Xiao has raised money for the restaurant. Once the repairs are completed, we can go to Qingtang City."
Qingtang City.
Xiao Huadong finally solved his personal problem, but some people were worried.
This person is none other than Solangeji.
Not only is he not a Han, he is also a Tubo, and he is also a Chaba.
It was okay for him, a poor man, to fall in love with an ordinary young lady, but he fell in love with an aristocratic young lady, and swore he would not marry anyone but her in his life.
And he didn't know yet whether the noble lady liked him or whether she was betrothed.
