Zhao An's scolding made Luo Xiaoxiao dumbfounded on the spot.
Isn’t this guy afraid to get involved in salt affairs? Isn’t one cent profit enough?
"You said it yourself, you need to have strength to achieve wealth, otherwise you won't be able to grasp it."
"Little girl, I don't have this kind of business like you. Since you can accept this wealth, shouldn't you give me more? I don't want more, give me 60% of the profit."
"You have a big appetite!"
Luo Xiaoxiao put her hands on her hips and lost her smile.
"If you don't cooperate, you will be defeated. Do you really think you can't accomplish this if I leave you?"
Zhao An sneered and left after saying that.
Now Luo Xiaoxiao was anxious, and hurriedly stopped the person and said angrily: "Your price is too high, not to mention that we will contribute money and effort!"
"Then it's 50-50, no more. If you can't make the decision, go and discuss it with your elders."
Zhao An didn't bother to talk to her anymore, so he just rubbed oil on the soles of his feet. Luo Xiaoxiao was so angry that she punched the air several times, "This bastard is not afraid of dying!"
Zhao An hid in the corner of the courtyard and watched Luo Xiaoxiao leave.
It's not that he was a big talker, it was just too much money. The Queen Mother needed the money, but he didn't need it.
Otherwise, Chen would incite all the officials to ask the empress for money, and the empress would be doomed if she did not have enough money to pay.
After dinner, Zhao An met Cui Wengong.
The old man was in a good mood, because those noble young masters really started fighting, but he still had some questions he wanted to ask.
"Master Cui, you can speak out when you have something to say, but you don't dare to ask for advice." Zhao An was still relatively reserved when facing the great scholar.
Not surprisingly, Cui Wengong directly asked about the calendar.
How did a young man discover a problem that no civil and military officials in the dynasty had noticed?
"Go to the people more often and listen to their voices and you will know."
"There is something in Mr. Zhou's words, that we and other scholars are inseparable from our limbs and grains?"
"Hehe, I didn't say that."
That's what Zhao An actually meant.
The unity of knowledge and action, not doing work, but writing about farming is just nonsense.
Except for the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of War, most of the ministers in the Manchu Dynasty were just idiots.
Cui Wengong sighed heavily. He had lived a long time and was taught a hard lesson by a young man in the Imperial College today.
"So thought-provoking."
He shook his head and left, as if he had aged many years.
at dusk.
When Zhao An returned to the room, he saw Que'er lying asleep beside the bed. She was sleeping very quietly, and the room had been carefully tidied by her, making it extremely tidy.
To be honest, Zhao An's mood is a bit complicated now.
She could be a traitor and secretly report the news to Luo Qingshuang, or she could intercept Sun Laoba's killer move. What did she think?
Zhao Jing stared at her gentle face quietly and couldn't help but touch her head.
She suddenly woke up and stuck out her tongue in embarrassment. She didn't know why she fell asleep, so she left.
"stop."
Zhao An shouted suddenly, her delicate body trembled and she slowly turned around, her eyes looking panicked, "Sir, is there anything else?"
"I didn't ask you to be a maid, did I?"
"Quer is voluntary."
"Then I ask you to sleep with me, do you dare?" Zhao An asked a little foolishly. When she heard this, she immediately blushed, put her little hands behind her back, bit her lip and twisted, and replied in an inaudible voice: "Que'er no problem……"
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became warm.
Zhao An was even more confused. What on earth was she going to do?
If the siren hadn't used her to deal with the old witch, I really wanted to have a showdown with her.
Zhao An patted her thigh. She lowered her head and sat on his lap. Zhao An didn't care whether she agreed or not. He lifted up her skirt and pulled off her thin pants. Suddenly, she was covered with snow. Yingdi's beautiful legs were exposed to the air.
Que'er seemed to have lost all strength, her face was as red as an apple, her forehead was pressed against her not-so-generous chest, her eyes were lowered and she gasped briefly, her jade fingers quietly grasped the clothes on Zhao An's back.
Zhao An looked at her in a playful way, and touched her smooth legs with his big hands. She trembled all over and muttered: "Sir, what are you doing?"
"Why did you help me block Sun Laoba's attack before? Don't you know the danger?"
"Que'er's life was saved by my husband, so naturally I have to protect him."
"So you will do whatever I ask you to do?"
"Um……"
"Are you sure you won't betray me?"
"Won't."
Que'er's answer was very straightforward, with almost no hesitation.
Zhao An's hand touched the top of her thigh and stopped.
Could it be that he misunderstood her?
Thinking of this, Zhao An took a deep breath and asked: "That night, Sun Laoba said that you secretly went to the palace and met the Queen Mother."
When these words came out, Que'er's delicate body trembled, and she raised her cheeks in surprise, "You, you sent someone to follow me?"
Zhao An smiled coldly and squeezed the soft flesh of her thigh. She gasped at the pain and frowned, "Sir, you hurt me."
"answer the questions."
"I went to see the Queen Mother and just told her that I was still alive, that's all. Que'er didn't intend to betray Sir."
"How to prove it?"
Zhao An gradually increased the strength of her fingertips. The pain in her cheeks made her blush fade, and her face turned pale. "The Queen Mother is planning to use a bitter trick. She knows that Sir will definitely save me, but I am also a person who has died once. How can I dare to be ungrateful."
"I mean, how do you prove that you won't betray me."
Zhao An suddenly narrowed his eyes, Que'er cried out in pain and struggled fiercely. Zhao An locked her delicate body in his arms, and she couldn't get away no matter how hard she struggled. Moreover, the harder she struggled, the harder he squeezed.
"Sir, if you don't believe it, Que'er has a way to prove it!"
"Tell me more specifically."
"Que'er can kill Sun Laoba. Even if he risks his life, he must be killed to prevent him from attacking sir again!"
After saying this, Que'er was so painful that tears flowed out.
"Okay, tomorrow you go kill Sun Laoba and bring his head to see me. Remember, you can only go by yourself, don't take Jiuyin and Lao Zhou with you."
Zhao An chuckled and let go of his hand.
At this moment, Que'er's eyes no longer had the previous attachment and admiration, but were replaced by fear and loneliness.
"Aren't you leaving yet? Do you really want to be my maid?"
Zhao An deliberately came close to her face, and his big hand fell between her legs. She screamed and ran away, in an indescribable embarrassment.
Looking at her back, Zhao An put his hand in front of his nose and smelled, "Ah, it smells so delicious."
With Que'er's strength, she would definitely die if she tried to kill Sun Laoba. If not, how could she prove that she was not a traitor.
That night, Zhao An didn't sleep peacefully, and the question of whether Que'er was loyal or traitor was always troubling in the back of his mind.
In fact, if he didn't like her a little bit, he wouldn't care about her loyalty, good or evil, and just treat her as a tool.
But her previous bravery in intercepting attacks seemed to prove that she was sincere...
Alas, I shouldn’t have pointed it out, let’s give her a chance to prove it!
