From the time Song Che first arrived in Yangzhou City, he felt that it was "gold and jade, but corrupt on the outside and straight on the outside."
Although Japanese pirates are raging along the coast of Huainan, Yangzhou, the capital of Jiangdu, has not been affected at all. Even though the corpses of refugees are scattered all over the suburbs, the city's atmosphere is still extravagant.
Just like the real swallowtail butterflies, they are still having their last sweet dreams. They don't know that danger is coming.
The security check in Yangzhou City is very lax. When facing the caravan from Chuzhou, the strong fishy smell persuaded them to leave before they even opened the box.
"You stink like hell, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" The soldier covered his nose and drove him away in disgust.
Shang Ru from Chuzhou bowed his head, allowing this group of Japanese pirates to enter Yangzhou City smoothly.
"Fellow fellow."
Song Che drove the carriage and chased Shangjin.
When the businessman saw that it was Song Che, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and then he gave up the surprise: "Oh, it's you. Are you coming to Yangzhou City too?"
Song Che said bluntly: "I have a restaurant in Yangzhou City. My friend, I don't think you should sell this batch of seafood to others. The money will not go to other people's fields. I will pack it all and I will give you enough money."
The businessman acted awkwardly: "Oh, it's not that I won't sell it to you, but someone actually made a reservation. If you and I sell it to you, doesn't that mean we have broken the contract?"
"Oh? Which restaurant in Yangzhou are you selling to? Maybe I know the owner." Song Che asked again.
The businessman hesitated for a long time before uttering three words: "Eight Immortals Tower."
Then he added: "I've covered this batch of seafood for a while. I want to take it out and dry it in the sun. I won't chat much. Fellow fellow, if I have a chance in the future, I'll have tea with you."
After that, he shouted for the team to move forward.
"Fellow, please give me a name. My name is Chen Rencai." Song Che said loudly.
Na Shang Rang: "My name is Ma Hu."
Mahu? Isn't that a donkey?
The name was chosen too casually.
After the Mahu caravan had traveled a certain distance, Jiang Yun jumped off the carriage, nodded to Song Che and Liao Heng, and followed them quietly.
"Then Brother Chen, it's time for me to go to Yangzhou Mansion to report and take up my post." Liao Heng also got off the carriage.
Song Che asked, "Are you really just going to be an official?"
"Official?" Liao Heng shook his head, "I am a Jinshi with the eighth rank of Zheng'er. I am the chief registrar of Yangzhou Prefecture and a seventh-rank official. All kinds of documents in the state government must go through my hands. If I don't have the official seal in my hand, how can you get it? Money doesn’t help either.”
Yun Niang, who was sitting in the car, suddenly raised her head and flashed her big eyes: "Then I want to do business in Yangzhou City, can I ask you for help?"
Liao Heng patted his chest proudly, "Just go to Yangzhou Mansion and report my name in the future!"
Yun Niang's face blossomed into a smile.
Liao Heng clasped his fists and said goodbye.
Looking at Liao Heng's leaving figure, Song Che rubbed his nose vigorously. Is his surname really Liao and not Zhao?
"I was shocked by Jiang Shaoxia's martial arts skills, but I didn't expect that Mr. Liao was still a real official. I have never seen him as arrogant as a scholar." Yun Niang said, turning to Song Che with her big eyes:
"What about you, Mr. Chen? Both of them are so great, so you must not be simple either."
This village girl from the countryside seemed to be entering the city for the first time, looking here and there, full of curiosity about everything.
"Me? I'm just an ordinary businessman." Song Che smiled and asked: "Madam boss, aren't you here to find a husband? Do you know where he is?"
Yun Niang glanced at the endless sea of people and shook her head: "I haven't exchanged letters with my cousin for several years. I only know that he runs a pawnshop in Yangzhou. Oh, by the way, his surname is Wu and his name is Wu Mengde."
"Ng Man Tat?"
"No, it's Wu Mengde," Yun Niang asked, "Mr. Chen's family is in Yangzhou. Have you ever heard of your cousin's name?"
Song Che was not from Yangzhou, so how could he know this, but his second uncle and uncle opened a restaurant here, and if Wu Mengde was doing well in business, he should know about it.
Look at this village girl, she looks like she has never seen the world, and she has a good appearance. She is just like a lamb in the mouth of human traffickers.
"I'm just doing some business in Yangzhou, and I'm not familiar with it, but I can find someone to help you inquire... You see it's too late now, if the landlady doesn't mind it, you might as well come and stay at my place first. There is a place to stay so that I can slowly find a husband in the future.”
Yun Niang smiled happily and agreed happily.
Song Che then drove the carriage to Fuman Inn.
At the last Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce, Song Che handed over the "distilled liquor" business to Shen Fang and agreed to split the profits 50-50.
Judging from the profit sharing in the past few months, the inn business should be pretty good, but I don’t know if it can survive in the second half of the year. After all, distillation is not a sophisticated technology, and its popularity is inevitable for social development.
"Boss Boss, have you ever thought about what I would do if...what if your cousin got married?" Song Che suddenly remembered and asked casually.
But Yun Niang replied confidently: "No, my cousin and I have been sweethearts since childhood. When we had to separate, we were destined to be together for three lifetimes. In this life, we will never marry unless the other party is married."
Song Che is feeling much better.
If the oath is reliable, a sow can climb a big tree.
After a while, Fuman Inn arrived.
Song Che looked at the door plaque several times before confirming that this was the Fuman Inn opened by his second uncle——
The face of the inn has almost completely changed. There are a pair of large double flower lanterns at the door, the green tiles and white walls are painted flawlessly, and even the plaque is inlaid with gold rims.
It seems that Shen Tong and his son have made a lot of money these days.
"Mr. Chen, aren't you going to take us home? Why are we here in the restaurant?"
"Sister, this restaurant... is so big! I'm afraid it's hundreds of times bigger than our tavern."
"I have never been to such a big restaurant in my life. A meal here would probably cost dozens of taels, right?"
Yun Niang and the two waiters looked up at the lintel of Fumanlou. Although the threshold was not high, the psychological gap was huge.
It's dinner time now, so the customer flow is not too high, just about average.
Fuman Building itself is positioned as a "five-star" hotel, and everyone who comes in and out of the hotel is well-dressed.
In order to avoid the limelight, Song Che dressed very simply. Standing with Yun Niang and the others, he seemed even more out of place in the big restaurant.
"Go, go...this is not the place you came from. Don't block the door and block the business of our inn."
The guy who was greeting the guests had no eyesight. Seeing their rustic looks, he stepped forward to evict them while waving a towel.
Yun Niang responded: "If you can't afford to eat, why should I look down on you? The lanterns are lit so brightly, aren't they just for people to look at?"
Na Ji: "This lantern is lit for the nobles, and our restaurant is also opened for the nobles. Let me tell you, even if it is a dog, a chicken, or a donkey, it is covered with silk and satin. It is our restaurant." A guest at our table. But if you are dressed in Mage cloth, then I’m sorry, but you can’t even smell the aroma of wine in our building!”
Animals are not animals, people are not people, right and wrong are reversed, right and wrong are reversed.
From ancient times to the present, it has not been able to solve the fundamental problems of mankind!
