A piece of paper

Xian Jin's tone was rather urgent.

The stewards behind the counter of Hengji Paper Shop also followed this tone and gathered together. They were frightened and stammered, "We... our eldest girl." Hey, we were led astray by this ancestor, "Shopkeeper He's , our family has the same order for men and women, so in our family we call her Wuniang!"

Wu Niang’s fart!

The brothers of the same generation in the four rooms above, as well as the two uncles from the previous generation, have either become "students" who are romantic and don't know how much firewood and rice cost, or they are proficient in making cats and birds walk, eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. This group of men "knows from heaven." Half of them know everything on earth", but they can't even keep accounts. They know nothing about the family business and at the same time they disdain it.

The old lady Hengji, who was bedridden and lingering for a while, looked around and suddenly discovered that Heng Wuniang, who had gone to private school with several brothers and younger brothers, seemed, seemed, maybe, maybe not bad?
Only then did Heng Wuniang be pushed up to work for her brothers and establish a career for her only younger brother.

After doing this, Mr. Heng died, leaving a mess for Heng Wuniang.

Heng Wuniang, a noble man, has the arrogance and persistence of a noble man. Not only does he not take any money from the family business, but he also says, "As soon as his younger brother gets married and has children, he will hand over all the family business to his younger brother."

What a free labor force with great spirit of sacrifice and dedication.
——This is what Xian Jin found out without much effort.
Xian Jin smiled perfunctorily and said in another way, "Where is your shopkeeper?"

The guy pointed his index finger inwards.

Xianjin lifted up the hem of her skirt and rushed inside.

The waiter then realized and said loudly, "This is not from our shopkeeper! Our Mr. Rokuro is the shopkeeper's!"

Xianjin pushed open the door with a "dong" sound, which startled Heng Wuniang who was settling accounts. She turned around suddenly and when she saw Xianjin, she couldn't help but patted her chest. Just as she was about to speak, she was greeted by Xianjin calmly. Cover your mouth.

"you listen to me."

Xian Jin conveniently touched the little girl's tender face. It felt very smooth and tender, just like a tender fried egg that pops out of water.

Xian Jin was very satisfied with what he touched.

"We have a big business, do you want to do it?" Xian Jin said in a concise tone.

Heng Wuniang's eyes widened, and she nodded heavily without thinking.

Xian Jin said "tsk", "You have to say it!"

Heng Wuniang rolled her eyes and pushed Xian Jin's arm with both hands, "You have to let go of your hands first!"

Xian Jin was stunned for a moment - oh, sorry, I was just overwhelmed by the overwhelming wealth.

"Let's do it." Heng Wuniang closed the account book and moved a stool for Xian Jin. "Tea, or fruit juice?"

Xianjin shook his head, "I just ate cheese and cakes at Master Xiong's place. My stomach is still sluggish and I don't want to drink anything."

Heng Wuniang blinked, "Official business?"

Xian Jin nodded and spoke concisely, "Wenwei scrolls, Qiuwei and Guanxue paper, the business is not big, the selling price does not exceed 400 taels, but the subsequent business and profits are immeasurable. If this business can be settled, our two In Xuancheng, and even in the entire southern Zhili, it is considered stable."

Heng Wuniang lowered her head and took a sip of tea, then curved her lips and smiled. Her appearance was not too bright but there was always a sense of energy.

Later, Xian Jin discovered that this aura was called bookish aura.

"The price of this business is not high, which means that the plate is not big; the subsequent profits are strong, which means that it is a once and for all thing; Master Xiong asked you to go, but not Hengji, the meaning is obvious."

Heng Wuniang didn't think she could win against Chen Ji. After Chen Ji's series of punches after the engraved Classic of Mountains and Seas rice paper was born, she knew that "when there is good, there is no bright". At least in this generation, Heng Ji can only follow Chen Ji. Pick up meat and drink soup.

Heng Wuniang smiled and continued, "This kind of business is rare. You don't need to involve Hengji to do it together - unless there are risks." If one person takes the risk, it is ten points; if two people take it, it is ten points. That’s five points each.

Although profits are reduced, the probability of sinking is also reduced.

Xian Jin was not surprised that Heng Wuniang was smart: people read books well. I heard that when Heng Wuniang went to private school with her brothers, she read Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer.

Xianjin put his hands on his knees and spread his legs slightly to make himself more stable. He nodded noncommittally and said, "There are safe ways of playing, and there are also extremely risky ways of playing. The safe way of playing has a fifty-fifty winning rate." , high-risk play style, with a winning rate of [-] to [-].”

Xianjin's face was calm, "It depends on Boss Heng whether he is willing to spend money and bet on the extra winning rate."

Heng Wuniang frowned. She could keep up before, but now she doesn't understand what Xian Jin means at all. "How to fight? What kind of fight?"

Xian Jin glanced sideways and asked directly, "Is there any money in the account?"

Heng Wuniang opened the box in a daze and touched a handful of banknotes.

Xianjin shook his head, "Real money, no notes."

Heng Wuniang was more puzzled by the second monk, and after thinking for a while, she said, "There are still nearly five, four, and three hundred taels of silver in the book."

Xian Jin: Your defensive posture is too obvious.

After saying this, Heng Wuniang felt a little embarrassed and said quickly, "But, I still have about forty taels in my private room."

Xianjin:.
40 taels of silver, is it also called money?

What a selfless and dedicated "brother-supporting demon".

Xianjin shook his head, "Public accounts are public accounts, and private accounts are private accounts. Just bring the 300 taels of silver on the account."

Heng Wuniang's cheeks turned red.

Xianjin smiled disapprovingly, "Let's go take a look in the afternoon. If you think it's a risk, just forget it, just pretend I didn't mention it. But if you think it's feasible, our two families can't make any more calculations." Xianjin seemed to think of it. What, "If you act without permission, will you be criticized by the elders in the family?"

Heng Wuniang glanced at Xian Jin and said, "If you win, you won't be praised, but you won't be blamed; but if you lose,"

Heng Wu Niang clenched her molar teeth, as if she was biting the back of fate's neck. After a long time, Fang Pocao Sinzhou smiled sadly, "If we lose, the situation will not be more difficult. At worst, we will be randomly married to the housekeeper or family manager in advance. The accountant continues to work for the Heng family like a puppet."

Xianjin stood there with his hands folded across his chest. After a moment of silence, Fang raised his chin and said calmly, "For me, He Xianjin, a [-]% winning rate is already very stable."

The mule cart was walking on the country road. Heng Wuniang was swaying left and right. In a daze, she fell asleep leaning on Xian Jin's shoulder. When she woke up, she was pressed back by Xian Jin again. She only heard an extremely calm voice. The voice comforted her, "It's still early, just go back to sleep."

Heng Wuniang is relieved.

Just like, on that rainy night, the cloak with the fragrance of a girl covered the shoulders and back with peace of mind.

I don't know how long it took, but Heng Wuniang woke up to a calm and steady voice, "Wuniang, we are here."

Sleepily, Heng Wuniang saw a group of low-rise workshops with white walls and black tiles through the half-open car curtains.

Yesterday, I fell asleep yesterday. I have to make up for it today no matter what!