Northern Song Dynasty: It’s a showdown, who said I, Zhao Zhen, don’t have a son?

Chapter 25: Don’t play by the rules, right?

Except for Zhao He, the attitude of the three people was a bit joking.

Cao Lang didn't know what the relationship between Fan Zhongyan and Zhao He was, but after Fan Zhongyan resigned and disappeared, since he appeared here, he must not have wanted to enjoy his retirement life, and must have had a certain relationship with the former prime minister.

Although Fan Zhongyan resigned from office, he was of noble status. Even though he was squeezed out by people in the court and had to leave the capital, how could he be compared to these merchants?

He was looking forward to Fan Zhongyan's subsequent attitude, so that he could see what the relationship between Zhao He and him was like.

Fan Zhongyan thought the same way.

The official family is sitting here. Do you dare to touch Zhao He and see if the official family will raid your house?
Zhao Zhen also has a similar mentality.

In front of me, you dare to touch my son. No matter how big your background is, can you be bigger than me?

But he wanted to see how Zhao He responded. After all, Zhao He had already given him a big surprise at such an age.

As a result, the three of them did not panic, but watched the situation develop.

Zhao He stood up, the corners of his mouth twitching.

I've just finished showing off, and you guys do this. Isn't this a slap in the face?

Zhao He walked up to the man and didn't even raise his hands politely: "What are you doing?"

When the manager saw Zhao He's attitude, he immediately became unhappy and said coldly: "Are you Zhao He?"

"What do you say?"

"How dare you be so presumptuous when you see this manager, who do you think you are?"

The steward's eyes were cold and somewhat contemptuous.

He is the nominal general manager of Fan Building. He is elected by each merchant and is responsible for all matters of Fan Building when the owner is away. He is considered to be a high-ranking official.

Before coming, he knew Zhao He, who was just a kid who opened a foot shop.

How dare a small businessman be so presumptuous?Do you really think you can conquer the world?
The three people eating melon on the side felt like laughing even more.

Related to Fan Zhongyan, or even someone extremely close to him?

oh?You mean the son of an official?
My son will definitely inherit the throne from now on, do you think?

Seeing this, Zhao He immediately put on a calm posture, put his hands behind his back and looked at the supervisor.

"Oh? It turns out that he is the supervisor of Fan Lou. I have admired his name for a long time. I am indeed Zhao He of Chonghe Street. I wonder if the supervisor is here, what do you do?"

Although he didn't want to admit it, the manager was indeed frightened for a moment. The key was that the tone and aura made people think that this kid was not an ordinary person.

But he had already figured out the details of Zhao He, so he had no scruples.

"Zhao He, where did you get the stir-fry recipe?"

"Hey, are you cooking?"

Zhao He deliberately lengthened his words

The steward couldn't bear it anymore and immediately scolded: "You kid, can you speak properly!"

Hearing this, Zhao He started to murmur.

When I speak normally, you think I don’t respect you, and when I speak like this, you feel like I didn’t talk to you properly. It’s not easy to deal with these people.

"Of course it was tested down here, could it be that it was picked up from the sky?"

The steward snorted coldly.

"Our boss is interested in your stir-fry recipes and plans to pay a thousand dollars to purchase all your stir-fry recipes for exclusive sale in Fan Lou." "If you agree now, rush to Fan Lou immediately to sell the stir-fry recipes." We, the owner, keep our word when cooking according to the recipe, and we will never treat you badly!"

Zhao He rolled his eyes when he heard this.

Is one thousand guans a lot?
A lot, enough to buy a house directly in Bianjing.

A low-class person in Bianjing can earn up to three guan of money a month. It would take him 30 years without eating or drinking to earn this kind of money.

It can be imagined that this thousand strings is not a small amount.

Perhaps the steward of Fan Lou had mentioned this matter before, and Zhao He might have agreed.

But when the stir-fried vegetables were brought out and Zhao He saw the huge interests behind them, he naturally would not agree.

The first night when the stir-fried dishes appeared, Chonghe Street became more popular than ever before. Each vendor made at least seven or eight guan on the stir-fried dishes ranging from 150 to [-] ren. According to the [-]% dividend, Zhao and Na I made more than [-] pounds in one night!
So, how much does a thousand strings mean to Zhao He now?

Just like kidding, want to buy the formula?It’s almost enough to buy one kind for a thousand dollars!
Zhao He nodded: "Steward, what you said makes sense."

When the steward saw Zhao He's attitude, he felt a little proud. He was just a merchant, and it was not easy for him to take action. Why was it so troublesome?
However, Zhao He immediately shook his head: "But I don't agree with your reasoning."

The steward's face suddenly turned cold: "Zhao He, what do you mean?"

Zhao He smiled and said: "We are doing a fair business. You tell your boss to bring out two Fanlou stores to exchange the cooking recipes with me. I might consider it."

Fanlou is located in the most prosperous area of ​​Bianjing. A shop on the ground floor, a small one used to sell jewelry, costs ten thousand yuan to start with. The top floor of Fanlou Tianzi Building has a market price of fifty thousand yuan, but there may not be many people. Will sell.

"Fart! Do you know how expensive a shop in Fanlou is? You, a small businessman, will never make that much money in your life. If I put it all in front of you, you will probably be scared to death!"

The price for opening two stores, this guy is really crazy!

Hearing this, Zhao He immediately looked solemn.

"I want to challenge my weaknesses!"

The steward was stunned at that time, and after a moment his expression became even more angry: "You are so damn good, you don't understand what I'm talking about. What I'm saying is, don't let your imagination run wild. The reason my boss can spend money to buy you is because he thinks highly of you!"

"If you make your boss angry, don't ask for money to buy your formula. Even if you don't get a cent, you have to spit out the formula obediently!"

"Do you know who is behind Fan Lou?"

His expression was cold and his words were all threatening, intending to gain greater voice in this way and force Zhao He to agree.

Hearing this, Zhao He couldn't help but look down on the person in front of him. You just moved the background to the backstage at the beginning. Don't you follow the routine?

Fan Lou couldn't confirm whether he wanted to buy Zhao He's formula, but the only thing he could confirm was that because of the popularity of cooking at Chonghe Night Market, the other party's business had been greatly threatened.

If you solve it yourself, you can't solve it by cooking. Is it possible that you have to solve it one by one, with coercion and inducement one by one?
The cost of that would be too high, and once something goes wrong and they are targeted by the government, they will not be clean.

So he came to him directly, which meant that his current identity was very important, and the other party would never let anything happen to him before the cooking recipe came out.

So this is why Zhao He was able to talk to the person in front of him in such a tone because he understood the thoughts of the person behind the scenes.

If I'm not important, why are you guys looking for me in such a big way?
Is it possible that they really want to ransack my home?What a joke, this is Bianjing, the most virtuous place in the Song Dynasty. If you openly defy the king's law, you will be punished by one degree!
Zhao He didn't want to play with the other party anymore. It was not interesting. This person didn't follow the script, so he really didn't have any sense of achievement in showing off.

He then said calmly: "Go back and tell your boss that the formula is impossible to sell to them, let alone at this price. You run a restaurant and you don't know the value of it. Either you come up with my terms and follow them." I negotiate, then try not to do this kind of thing again."

"Boy, you are so arrogant, don't worry, there will be a day when you beg for mercy!"

Well, everyday harsh words.

The steward left again with a large number of people, and Zhao He couldn't help but feel pity.

It was midday, so I probably was being dragged around the city without even eating, hey.

(End of this chapter)