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In the middle of Zhengyang Street, the five-story theater building that used to be bustling with people has now changed its owner. The entrance is surrounded, leaving only one place for entry and exit, and there is endless clanging inside.

I don’t know who is so generous as to take over it and open a theater or pretend to be something else.

Everyone passing by glanced curiously.

Zhao Zhuoyang entered the building and saw that the inside and outside had changed. The room was in a mess, all kinds of wood and stones were piled everywhere, and he was covered in wood flowers and sawdust. He followed his cousin around as he flapped.

He was talking endlessly, but his cousin was very busy and couldn't even look at him.

"Cousin, you are really not afraid of losing money! If you use such a big building to open a restaurant, do you have anyone on hand? Can the food you cook be better than that of the VIP building Yingxian Restaurant?"

Zhao Zhuoyang kept mumbling, "Those two cousins ​​know that behind the VIP Building is the King of Qin, behind the Yingxian Pavilion is the Prince, and the cooks inside are all royal chefs from the palace..."

Oops, he suddenly bumped into Zhao Guangyuan's back. "Cousin, why did you stop? This is a good walk."

"You didn't look at the road."

"Yes, my brother didn't look at the road." Zhao Zhuoyang chuckled twice, took a step forward, and tilted his head to look at his cousin.

"Cousin, do you really want to open a restaurant? Are you going to compete with those two? Why don't you forget it and open a theater? My father loves to listen to theater and knows many theater leaders. Let him give it to you Introduce a few people, ask someone to help you stand up, and have past customers to support you, so you won’t have to worry about running out of business.”

Zhao Zhuoyang was also puzzled. This fine theater was originally doing very well. The plays inside were newer than others, the actors sang well, and they were all handsome and beautiful. Customers came in like clouds every day. Why was it closed? Business?

And his cousin got the shop?

This Zhengyang Street is a prosperous shop in the prosperous street. As long as there is space available, it will be occupied at the next moment, so there is no need to wait for the listing.

As a result, no one knew that the theater was about to close its business. It seemed like it had closed overnight. His cousin had taken over the business and was going to renovate it. It was not the same thing as the theater and he was going to open a restaurant!

Zhao Zhuoyang stood in the messy atrium with nowhere to go and swept upstairs...

The atrium is empty, and you can see the carved railings on each floor at a glance, which are the seats reserved for distinguished guests on each floor. Looking from the upper floor to the atrium, this was a place for opera, dance and music.

This place is really nice. I heard that the previous owner was a wealthy businessman from Jiangnan. His identity was very secretive. No one had ever seen him. This five-story theater building was built on the ground. The materials used are extremely exquisite. The dark nanmu is said to have been transported from the old forests in the deep mountains of the southwest.

Tsk tsk, if he had known he was going to sell it out, he would have made a move to buy it.

There is still a theater under Panxia, ​​and people can come to listen to and watch plays every day. Isn't it beautiful?

"Cousin, why not open a theater. The guests are all ready..." Zhao Zhuoyang spared no effort in suggesting, firstly because he wanted to have a place to relax, and secondly because he was really afraid that his cousin would lose money.

He has not yet married and established a business. He can spend as much money as he wants, and he has not accumulated much wealth in total. When the time comes when his cousin loses his capital, he will not be able to help. It will be difficult for his cousin to actually rent out the palace to live there. Go outside. It's not easy to dig into his father's private treasury.

Sad people.

"No need, I know it well." If we want to open the theater, we don't have to let Lu Ye evacuate people and make such a big move.

What's the number? There's the number. Zhao Zhuoyang frowned so hard that he could kill a fly.

This cousin has been imprisoned in the imperial mausoleum for ten years, and has been away from the capital for ten years. In the past ten years, everyone's tastes have changed. Many delicious restaurants have opened, and the old restaurants in the past have been squeezed out. Beijing is here, you know everything you need.

Zhao Zhuoyang felt sad, really sad.

I saw his cousin communicating with the craftsmen from time to time, how to decorate here, what to do there, how to design the atrium, how to design the wing rooms on each floor, how to build the kitchen stove, and so on, all of which cost money. He became even more sad after hearing this.

This is except for a shell, the inside has been completely changed.

How much money is needed for such a generous decoration? The 300,000 taels of silver he got from pardoning half of the prince's palace originally seemed to him to be quite a lot, but now it seems that it is not enough at all.

It's so frustrating.

This worry made him forget his purpose. Naturally, I didn't see the legendary blank imperial edict.

After Zhao Guangyuan came back from the imperial mausoleum, he went to the Sinong Department on a mission. Together with the two principals, Peng and Song, they sorted out various land and soil data obtained from the imperial mausoleum, and wrote a detailed memorial and submitted it.

Not only was he praised by the emperor, but the two principals, Peng and Song, were also rewarded.

The two principals, Peng and Song, were so happy that they walked giddily.

Little people like them would never have a name with the emperor for thousands of years, but as soon as King Yue returned to the capital, they showed their faces to the emperor and were rewarded.

Even the colleagues from the Si Nong Division looked at them with envy. Not only did they win the approval of Sinong Qing, but they were even praised by the Minister of Industry.

This is really a great light on my face.

The family received a royal satin prize from the palace, and the female relatives couldn't help but wear fashionable autumn clothes. They frequently went out to banquets, showed their faces several times, and received more and more posts.

The female relatives in the family were very happy, and the two principals Peng and Song were even more happy. "Your Majesty, next time you have something to tell me, just ask me!" I asked my subordinates to do it.

I can't wait to pat my chest and promise.

"I really have something to ask you."

Zhao Guangyuan took out a few drawings and said, "You have been in the Ministry of Industry for many years. Do you know who has better craftsmanship? The one who is better at making machinery and equipment. I have a few things I want to find someone to make."

The two principals, Peng and Song, took the drawing and looked at it for a long time, but they didn't understand it.

"Your Majesty, this matter is on our shoulders. The people in the Ministry of Works each have their own craftsmanship, and we know what they are doing. If the Ministry of Works can't do it, there are carpenters, mechanics, etc. Where can we find such good people in the capital? We will also find it for the prince."

"Then I'll leave it to you. When things are done, I will give you generous gifts as a thank you."

The two principals felt relieved after hearing this, "It's a trivial matter, so don't worry, Your Majesty."

Zhao Guangyuan then worked as an errand in Sijiasi, occasionally going to Huangzhuang to look at the grounds, walking in the library during his free time, and spending more time arranging the decoration of the restaurant.

After all, half of the money borrowed from the palace was pawned. The whole capital was waiting to see what kind of business he was going to do and how it turned out. He certainly didn't dare to slack off. In the end, did the poor prince become rich by borrowing money from the poor in the restaurant, or did he lose all his losses and become even poorer?

Everyone in the capital was waiting to see.

Zhao Guangyuan thought everything was normal, but someone became unwilling and began to act like a monster.

In the East Palace, Su Miaoyun was listening to her son's endorsement for her. She saw that her son was very smart and could recite poems while shaking his head at the age of three. Among the prince's children, none of them were so smart.

Su Miaoyun and Yourong Yan planned to ask the palace servants to call the prince over and listen to their son recite the poem.

Another day, I asked the prince to bring his son to the Queen and the Emperor to show his face properly. I heard that the King of Yue could recite poems when he was two or three years old, which won the favor of the late emperor.

Just as he was about to send someone to find the prince, he heard someone from the palace coming to report that someone wanted to see him.