After Zhao Ping heard the news, the corners of his mouth curved involuntarily.
As he thought, these five people seemed to be in harmony but not in heart.
It is true for ourselves together.
But the premise is that they cannot deliver the goods, so they take advantage of the situation and occupy their own industry.
But now that he can complete the task, they can't control him, and they start to have disputes.
Divide them from within to achieve what you want.
The first step was completed very smoothly.
Next comes the second step.
Zhao Ping put down his bowls and chopsticks and walked out, apologetically saying: "Mr. Tian, I'm really sorry just now. After all, there are outsiders here, and I can't invite you in for dinner alone."
"Now that they have left, stop standing around and come in to eat."
"Tian Zhen, Butler Zhou, you guys come in too."
"And those who are working, please take a break and come in to eat some hot food and drink some hot tea."
"Once you have eaten and drank enough, you will have enough energy to work in the afternoon."
Um?
Tian Fuhai was stunned for a moment.
what's the situation?
What does Zhao Ping want to do?
Repay kindness with kindness?
Or is it because he knows Tian Yi is standing behind him and doesn't dare to offend him?
Tian Fuhai couldn't understand what Zhao Ping was thinking. He hesitated for a while and then refused: "Sorry, there are too many pieces of cloth. It depends on our family to ship it. I don't know when it will be completed. We still haven't eaten. Let's work first." .”
When the servants heard this, they glared at Tian Fuhai secretly, but they dared not say anything in anger.
Who made Tian Fuhai their master?
If you don't work conscientiously, it's not good to starve when you go back. It's not good to be beaten to pieces, or even beaten to death.
Tian Zhen didn’t say anything.
In front of his father, he had to show that he was not familiar with Zhao Ping in order to continue to maintain his identity as the Ten of Diamonds.
Zhou An was no different from the servants, and he became more and more dissatisfied with the master.
So old.
It’s okay if he doesn’t listen to the advice, and his vision is getting worse and worse.
Can't you tell that this is Zhao Ping showing his kindness to you and intending to ease the relationship?
But he is just a housekeeper and has no right to make decisions for the master.
"What are you afraid of?"
Zhao Ping smiled and said, "Aren't there many people like me?"
"It's okay to just call some here and help you carry a piece of cloth."
"This is you. If it were the four of them, I wouldn't care if they were exhausted."
"After all, our previous cooperation was very smooth. We can't end our relationship just because others interfere with it, right?"
"Besides, I have already prepared wine and food at home. It's noon again, so I'd like to invite Mr. Tian to come and have a light meal."
Gugu...
Tian Fuhai still wanted to refuse, but there was a sound of protest in his stomach.
His face turned red, slightly embarrassed.
Tian Zhen then came forward to persuade: "Dad, you are not in good health and cannot be hungry anymore. Let's just follow Mr. Zhao's wishes and go have a meal."
"There are no outsiders anyway, and the news will not spread."
"All right."
Tian Fuhai thought about it for a while and agreed.
This is Xiping Village, and they are all Zhao Ping's people. They should not chew Zhao Ping's tongue.
As for the servants of the Tian family, they would not dare to speak nonsense if they were given the courage to do so.
There were people helping to carry the cloth.
No matter how you look at it, you earn it yourself.
Tian Fuhai no longer hesitated and followed Zhao Ping to Zhao's house.
Zhao Ping arranged for an escort to take the servants to the factory.
There was a makeshift canteen there.
Although it is a big pot meal, there is enough meat, rice and white steamed buns for every meal.
In order to prevent employees from going hungry, each meal is prepared in large quantities, and there are leftovers almost every day.
Of course, the remaining Zhao Ping was not wasted.
Leave it to Wei Zhu to handle.
This dignified county magistrate has now taken root in Xiping Village, helping Zhao Ping feed pigs, saying goodbye to his position as county magistrate.
The pigs being fed are still too small to be used in the canteen.
But after Zhao Ping's guidance, the pigs were castrated and indeed no longer as restless as before.
Instead, I ate and slept, and slept and ate, and the fat kept rising.
According to this situation, it will be ready for slaughter in three months.
Just in time for the Chinese New Year, I can have a whole pig feast.
There isn't much food at home, so it's just right for the entourage and servants to eat there.
It also allows them to experience the food in Xiping Village.
Looking back, we can also help promote Xiping Village.
In this way, there were only four people in the Zhao Ping family sitting at the table to eat.
Zhao Ping arranged Tian Fuhai to the first place, and he sat on the side seat to accompany him, followed by Tian Zhen and Zhou An.
Li Hu stood beside Zhao Ping, guarding his safety.
Liu Mengru had already eaten and went to the training ground.
Wenhui also went to the factory and was busy with her own affairs.
There was only Mu Qiaoqiao left in the house, who served as a maid, serving tea and water.
This rich young lady didn't put on any airs of being a young lady, but was very skilled at what she did.
"Mr. Zhao, where did your maid come from?"
Tian Zhen couldn't help but wonder.
"Picked it up."
Zhao Ping said.
Mu Qiaoqiao rolled her eyes at him and went out to pick up the acacia wine.
Tian Zhen didn't ask much, but was a little worried for his sister.
This is not the first time that Zhao Ping picks up someone.
For example, Wenhui became her concubine after she was picked up from Yun'an County.
Although this woman was currently working as a maid, she was almost the same as his sister in terms of figure and appearance.
Another tower near the water.
No, you have to contact your sister immediately and ask her to find a way to escape and come back from the capital.
If it drags on any longer, my sister will have to live as a fourth bedroom.
The status is getting smaller and smaller.
The dishes are good, braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs.
And it tastes better than Yipinxiang.
Even though Tian Fuhai tried not to be impulsive, his mouth was still full of oil.
Mu Qiaoqiao brought acacia wine and poured it for everyone.
Tian Fuhai couldn't help but ask: "Zhao Ping, why don't you send acacia wine to me recently?"
"Do you think the price I gave is too low?"
"Still have some misunderstanding about me?"
"no."
Zhao Ping shook his head and said: "Master Tian, when I, Zhao Ping, was a second-rate man, you gave me three hundred taels of silver and gave me the opportunity to start a business. I am only grateful to you. How can there be a misunderstanding?"
"Besides, although I made the acacia wine, I am just a villager in the mountains. How can I sell it at such a high price?"
"Don't say it's two thousand taels of silver per jar, even if it's two hundred taels of silver per jar, I can't sell it."
"With Master Tian's help, I can make two thousand taels of silver steadily, which is already very good. How can I dislike the low price offered by Master Tian?"
"As for the lack of acacia wine sent to Tianfu recently, the main reason is that the production cannot keep up."
"Think about it, I recently not only set up a textile factory, but also a bodyguard agency."
"The textile factory has the order you gave me, and I have been working day and night. I have lost a lot of weight, and I can barely make 20,000 pieces of cloth."
"The escort agency has also recruited some escorts. I don't have time to solicit business."
"How can I have time to brew acacia wine?"
"The jar we drank today is also from the previous stock. It will be even more difficult to drink it in the future."
Tian Fuhai has no doubt that he is there.
After all, the textile factory has given so many orders, so it is normal for him to be busy.
But Tian Fuhai was a little distressed because he couldn't earn the price difference of the acacia wine.
Then he suggested: "Mr. Zhao, why don't I give you a suggestion."
"Disband the textile factory and the escort agency, and focus on acacia wine."
"Think about it, a jar of acacia wine can earn two thousand taels of silver, which is much more than what a textile factory or a bodyguard agency can earn."
“Why ignore the greater good for the sake of petty gains?”
"Why!"
Zhao Ping sighed.
But he sneered in his heart, he was really a money-grubbing master.
He had already planned many topics and slowly led them to the textile factory. Unexpectedly, Tian Fuhai asked him to close the textile factory directly.
It's so easy to take the bait.
"Mr. Tian, we can be considered old partners. I will tell you something that touches my heart."
"I'm a lazy person, I just need to make enough money to spend."
"So many jars of acacia wine have passed through your hands. Our family may not be able to spend them all in a few lifetimes. It is enough for us to live on."
"But I can't calm down."
"Do you know my parents?"
Um?
Tian Fuhai was stunned for a moment. Why are you mentioning your parents?
Tian Fuhai has never investigated this.
All I know is that his parents died early, probably because their business failed, almost all of their family fortune was lost, and they died in depression.
But what does this have to do with selling acacia wine?
Tian Fuhai shook his head cooperatively.
"My father's name is Zhao Tiezhu, and he is also in the cloth business."
Zhao Ping gritted his teeth and said: "Because the business was too big, some people in the county and city were jealous, so they joined forces to destroy my father's industry."
"I am running a textile factory now. On the one hand, I want to inherit my father's last wish and make the cloth business bigger and stronger."
"On the other hand, I also want to use this to draw out the enemies, defeat them, and avenge my parents."
"Mr. Tian, you are an old man in the county and the master of a big family. You should know something about things in the early years. Can you tell me who killed my parents?"
