A piece of paper

Chapter 366 Prenuptial Agreement
In the early autumn of August, when the osmanthus sprouts sprouted, an old house in the deep lane of Yishun Square was covered with black cloth. A dozen strong men followed each other carrying bricks, silt, and trees with roots wrapped in mud. A series of strong grapes jumped in.

At the door, a strong black girl held a wooden board with a thick folder of propaganda on it. She walked in, canceled a number, and muttered: "Three baskets of river sand, four thousand pieces of green tiles, and one hundred pieces of gold foil." tiles, seventeen pine saplings, and twenty-eight cypress saplings.”

There were some people gathered at the door. There was the Imperial College in Yishun Square, and there were also several famous private schools. The residences of several Hanlin bachelors were also in this square. Among the crowd of onlookers were students and managers from aristocratic families.

Those with knowledge whispered: "What a big deal! I know those pine saplings! Bashan pine trees shipped from Sichuan!"

Someone echoed: "Didn't you see that tile? There is gold foil on it!"

Some scholars couldn't get used to the public's words of only praising wealth, and snorted: "It's just a gold and silver shop! The Tangji Gold and Silver Shop, which is very famous in Beijing, was closed down just two days ago."

The latter sentence, this person did not say - this shop must also be a place where some royal relatives, high-ranking officials and dignitaries make money! When he reaches high school, he must put himself in danger and bring all these candids of the country to justice! Lock them all up! All the money has been made by these people!

The strong man is still moving forward.

The objects after that are even more precious.

There are pearls with a bright white halo, red corals half the height of a person, and porcelain ornaments that look very expensive at first sight.
"Wow -" the stewards who were watching the excitement opened their mouths.

Could it be that you are here to launder money?

This grand occasion lasted for three or two days, until finally, only a dozen or so tightly sealed camphor wood boxes were transported into the courtyard.

"What is this?"

Not only did the crowd of people watch the excitement not disperse, but there were even more people.

"I don't know! This box costs a lot of silver, right? The things inside must be more expensive!"

"What does this store do!? What can I sell to get my money back?"

"Eh? Isn't your master a doctor in charge of the capital from the Thirteenth Department of the Ministry of Revenue? Don't you know the origin of this shop?"

The steward who was called was a little proud: "I've asked about it! A businessman from the south bought several shops in one go!"

"Buy? Not rent?"

The steward shook his head: "No! People pay all at once! Not only this one, but shops have been built in Changguifang in the east and Baiqingnian in the west. Those ones seem to have not been repaired, but this one was the first to be built."

"Ho! This Master Nan is really well-founded!"

The steward glanced at the big silver lock on the camphor wood box and smiled: "Not only does he have a good foundation, but he also has a lot of face!"

What exactly is this shop in Yishun Point selling?
This matter was aroused for several days.

Zhongwuhou Mansion, the hall faces south.

There were five round plates on the big round table, and a pot of chicken soup was burning in the middle. There was nothing added to the chicken soup, only a whole pheasant and a white misty bamboo pipe. It had been boiled all morning, and there was a layer of yellow oil floating on it. , the oil is blown away by the fire, making circles on the soup surface, spreading the pure meat aroma to all directions.

Suo'er came out of the small cubicle, handed all the canceled books to Xian Jin, who was sitting at the bottom, and whispered: "Everyone has entered the venue, only Bai Yuzhuan said it would be two days late, I went to rush it, then The boss said we must pay 60% of the total amount before we can buy the goods.”

After a pause, he continued: "Now the boss is waiting at the door of our mansion. Can you pay? If not, I will find another store immediately."

Qiao Hui, who was sitting next to Xian Jin, glanced at Qiao Fangzhi, who was drinking soup.

Qiao Fangzhi kept his eyebrows still and concentrated on drinking the soup.

Xian Jin read through the book and asked, "How many percent did you say at the beginning?"

"Forty percent." Suo'er replied.

"The boss doesn't seem to be a treacherous person, why did he suddenly change his tune?" Xian Jin asked again.

Suo'er was stunned.

Qiqiqi on the side raised his head and answered: "I asked, the boss heard that the quota we recently placed was too large, and he was afraid that our accounts would be tight and delay the final payment, so he insisted on increasing the amount of the first payment." He lowered his eyes to drink the soup and said, "Get rid of him."

The chicken soup is fresh and delicious. As soon as you eat it, you know that this free-range chicken must be very disciplined.

As disciplined as she is.

Xian Jin swallowed the chicken soup and said again: "Find another shop that can make white jade bricks. Pay 60% of the first payment, and the increase in the total price should be controlled within 10% of the previous total price."

Qi Qiqi buried her head and said yes, then turned around and walked out.

Suo'er lowered his eyes and thought.

After the meal was finished, Qiao Hui put down his chopsticks, raised his hands to hold the back of his head, and looked at the old man of the Qiao family with a smile: "You are partial."

Qiao Fangzhi's eyebrows remained unchanged, "How could I be biased?"

"You don't speak when you eat and you don't speak when you sleep. You taught me since I was a child. When I was a child, I had to speak when I was eating. How many sticks did you give me?" Qiao Hui groaned.

Qiao Fangzhi put his hands on the dining table, his expression serious and solemn: "Your father and I invested all the pension money in that damn girl. If she loses, I lose. The interests are related. I can't allow her to worry about it while eating." Worrying about business?”

"Damn girl" He Xianjin raised his head and grinned at Master Jin.

Time goes back to a month and a half ago.

She has no money to buy a shop.

After learning about He Ainiang's story, she was reluctant to pawn those old and heavy gold ornaments. In addition, Chen Fu said, "If you dare to sell anything left by Ainiang, you will watch me hanging in the middle of the night." Die in front of your bed!"

This threat is too serious.

No one wants to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom with a fat-haired and pink-faced dude hanging in front of you, right?

What others bleed is corpse oil, but what he bleeds may be head oil.

The smell is too strong.

Therefore, not only was the gap in funds for displaying gold not filled, but it was getting wider and wider - even the banknotes left by He Ainiang were not allowed to be used. It is said that "the fragrance of Ainiang still lingers on them."

Chen Fu didn't know it was just a threat, he was also doing things.

He took out all his private rooms.

A total of three hundred, seventy-two and eighty cents.

"If I had known this day, when I came out of Chen's house, I should have gone to the ancestral hall to take away the gold millet scroll paper! It is said that one roll can be sold for two taels of gold!" Chen Fu regretted it.

Mrs. Qu: Listen to me, thank you. Because of you, the ancestral hall has become emotional.

Qiao Hui wanted to help.

Chen Fu was determined not to allow it, and he would definitely not agree with his neck.

When Qiao Hui was there, Chen Fu was as tough-talking as a martyr and never said the reason; when Qiao Hui was away, Chen Fu spoke his mind: "You are not married yet! The properties you buy now belong to you." The dowry! If he gets married, who can tell what will happen next!

Xian Jin is very impressed with love!
It’s a bit like protecting pre-marital property!
He is very fond of his own love, but he is very clear about his daughter!
Xian Jinxiao asked: "When we get married, let's sign a deed. What's his is his, what's mine is mine, and we will clearly list the distribution standards when we leave!"

Chen Fu hated the irony and said: "My silly girl! What's yours is yours, and what's his is still yours! How come such a big boss can't even settle the accounts clearly!"

Qiao Hui, who hadn't gone far yet, listened to the calculations in the room and silently put a question mark in his mind.

Also, it will be very late, so I will watch it tomorrow morning.