Datang start shocked Li Shimin

Chapter 667, son, we were tricked

When he walked outside the study door, his heart couldn't help but sink even more.

Almost all the big shopkeepers under him in charge of the spice business were absent. They were all sweating on their foreheads, drooping their heads, and stood outside the study with their hands down.

Even when he saw him coming, he just gave him a vague look and didn't dare to say anything.

He knew right away that things might be getting worse, so he couldn't help but take a deep breath, completely forgetting about the unpleasantness at the poetry meeting just now.He took a deep breath outside the door, straightened his clothes, and then walked towards the door.

"The child has seen the father--"

After Cui Zihao entered the door, he glanced at his father's gloomy face, then quickly lowered his head and bowed to salute.

"Did you embezzle the family treasury and hoard a lot of spices?"

Cui Hong didn't let him get up, and with a gloomy face, he patted an account book on the table beside him.

Hearing Cui Hong's questioning, Cui Zihao's originally suspended heart immediately relaxed.

It frightened me so much that it was because of this that they put up such a big battle.

It seems that the family puts a lot of pressure on the father, so even as a father, he has to put on a show and give an explanation to those old guys.

It's ridiculous that this group of short-sighted idiots who are vegetarians, how could they understand what a huge return these hoarded spices are about to bring to the family!
Cui Zihao couldn't help feeling relieved, and his face became much more relaxed.

Besides, even if those old stubborn people really pursued it, they would have a clear conscience.

The misappropriation of funds was also acquiesced by his father, otherwise he would not be able to transfer such a large amount based on his status as the son of the Cui family.

Don't try to monopolize Chang'an's spice market.

Everything is just for the development of the family.

However, we still need to wait a few more days. After the extreme shortage of spices in Chang'an, the price will inevitably rise to a new level. At that time, it will be the best time to come forward to harvest.

Of course, you can sell it to the group of embryo killers in Wagang Village for a little bit.

Well, one layer lower than the market price.

He couldn't help but smile when he thought that he was earning a lot of money from those gangsters, and that they still had to be grateful for the wonderful situation of being worthy of his favor.

"To my father, there are a total of [-] coins. All the expenditure details and transaction records have been registered and can be checked at any time..."

"Seventy-nine thousand four hundred—"

This is almost half of the working capital of the entire family.

Cui Hong almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

He almost gritted his teeth and asked.

"So, plus the original principal, how much—"

"A total of 11 guan, my lord father, don't worry, the money will only need to be delayed for a while, and it will be..."

Before he finished speaking here, Cui Hong felt his eyes darken, his voice sweet, dizzy, and almost passed out.

"You, you, you bastard—"

Cui Hong stood up tremblingly, mustered all his strength, raised his arms, and slapped Cui Zihao's chubby face.

"Snapped--"

I don't know why there is so much strength in that thin, old and weak body, this slap almost knocked Cui Zihao to the ground.

Cui Zihao, who was proudly telling his father a bright future, was stunned by this slap.

Since I was a child, I have never been beaten like this.

"Father……"

"You, you, you self-righteous fool, do you know what stupid things you have done! You, you have been tricked by others, and you still don't know it—"

Cui Hong supported the table, looking at Cui Zihao who was still in a state of confusion, wishing he could kick him to death with a kind foot.

How could I have been so blind back then, and handed over the medicinal material business to him despite the pressure of my family!

Seeing that Cui Zihao was still at a loss.

An old steward couldn't help reminding him softly.

"My lord, we've been tricked. The matter of spices is a trap..."

trap?

Cui Zihao was even more confused.

How could it be a trap, obviously he has already monopolized the entire spice market in Chang'an——

impossible!
Subconsciously, he wanted to refute, and then saw his father's eyes that were about to breathe fire, and the expressions of all the managers around him who were mourning, and his heart suddenly jumped.

He suddenly remembered the past of his third brother Cui Ming last winter.A huge panic hit his heart in an instant, he grabbed Jian Jian who was standing beside him a little forgetfully, and said anxiously.

"Uncle Jian, what's going on..."

Simple glanced at him with some pity, and said in harmony.

"Back to the seventh son, our people have confirmed that the matter of spices is a trap. The so-called market shortage and skyrocketing prices are deliberately caused by others..."

When Cui Zihao heard this, he felt his head buzzing.

how can that be!

Seeing that he still couldn't believe it, Jian Jian couldn't bear it, sighed lightly, and reminded.

"Just three days ago, the major stewed meat workshops and restaurants in the capital that consumed the most spices all stopped buying spices and launched new dishes. It is said that the new dishes do not need to add any traditional spices..."

Cui Zihao struggled as if struck by lightning.

"How is this possible? It must be because they are so suspicious and want to lure us into the trap so that they can sell the spices to them cheaply, right?"

Seeing everyone around him looking at him like a fool.

My heart suddenly turned cold, and I was a little absent-minded.

"How is this possible? Don't they worry about losing customers because they don't care about the taste of the stewed meat..."

When Jian Jian heard this, the sympathy expression on his face became stronger, and he shook his head with a wry smile.

"The crux of the problem is here. After they don't use spices, the taste of the dishes has changed drastically, but they have a unique flavor. Their customers have not decreased but increased..."

Speaking of this, an old shopkeeper behind him handed him a copy of today's newspaper with a bitter face.

Datang Evening News!

It's about time, you let me watch this!
Just as he was about to get angry, he immediately understood what the old shopkeeper meant. He took it, opened it quickly, and flipped directly to the last page.Then a line of eye-catching characters appeared vividly on the paper.

"The six major restaurants in Chang'an have released new dishes - no spices, natural taste, amazing Chang'an..."

"The Braised Meat Shop brings out the new, updates the secret recipe, and the new product is very popular. On the day the new product was launched, it was sold out and received rave reviews..."

As for what was written later, he could no longer read it.

I just felt my head buzzing, my body went limp, and I sat slumped on the ground.

I have hoarded a lot of spices, I thought they were rare goods to live in, but I didn't expect that someone would give me a bottom line!
10,000+ punctures, even for the Cui family, that is a huge amount to pay attention to.

Thinking back to the scene when he was very high-spirited and swore to promise that this business would definitely make a lot of money, and everyone would get a large bonus that was so rich that it would make people jealous, Cui Zihao regretted wanting to die.

During this period of time, the shopkeepers who followed him vigorously looked at Cui Zihao who was limp on the ground with compassion, and didn't dare to take a breath, let alone look at the Patriarch who was obviously about to go berserk.

They don't know what kind of punishment they are about to face.

At this moment, Cui Zihao jumped up from the ground.

"Even the six major restaurants and braised meat workshops in Chang'an no longer use spices, but there is no unparalleled road. People in this world can't help but need more spices, and we may not have a chance to make a comeback..."

"Turn over?"

Seeing this, Cui Hong couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile.

"If that's all, then what else can I say..."

After all, spices are luxury goods. If you hoard some, even if the price is higher, you will make less money or even lose some money. To the Cui family, it is actually insignificant, but the problem is...

He glanced at his little son who had always been doted on, and sighed.

It was useless this time. He continued to explain, and an old shopkeeper standing behind Cui Zihao explained very consciously.

"My lord, it's not that simple. The biggest problem now is that we have been targeted. Not only the six restaurants under the name of the county prince's mansion and those stewed meat workshops no longer buy spices, but even some old customers who have cooperated in the past They all declined our orders..."

Having said that, I couldn't help but add another sentence.

"Although I haven't found out who is behind the scenes, I'm afraid the background is not small..."

There is one sentence that he didn't say clearly. One can imagine the background behind him daring to dig a hole like this to deal with the Cui family. Of course, this may be a bit of his own fault. Some time ago, this fledgling seventh son had a somewhat ugly appearance.

However, he only dared to murmur these words in his heart, but he didn't dare to say a word more.

Cui Zihao's face lost all color in an instant after listening to it, turning pale as paper.

(End of this chapter)