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Chapter 62 Meeting with old friends

Chapter 62 Meeting with old friends (2)

"No." Qian Ning replied bluntly, turned around, and didn't even look at Mi Li, who was so ashamed that her own prince still refused?
"Young master, my wife."

"Young Master Qian, I'm Li Xiubin. I've come here to deliver food for you to taste. I hope you can give me some pointers." A voice that was more respectful than Xiao Mi Li interrupted Xiao Mi Li's words.

Qian Ning turned her head, but it was the chef of Huazuilou, who couldn't help showing a bright smile, the delicious food is here!
"Master Li, come in quickly, why are you here in person?" He said and took the food box from Li Xiubin's hand and put it on the table.

Li Xiubin was overwhelmed by the flattery, and quickly stopped Qian Ning, "Young Master Qian, I will do these things, please sit down."

Qian Ning sat down cheerfully, and seeing Xiaomi Mili standing at the door with her mouth open, she frowned displeasedly: "Go back and tell your master that I'm not interested, so hurry up!".

Xiao Mili watched with a mournful face as the person the master wanted to invite yelled at him, then put all her energy into eating, and had no choice but to leave in embarrassment.

"Master, that young master said... said... not interested in coming." Xiaomi Li told the truth after much deliberation.

"Oh." Su Youtan nodded, expressing that he knew it, with a flat expression, Xiao Mili's jaw almost dropped.

Qian Ning had enough food and drink, and Yi Shuihan's story ended with "If you want to know what happened next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down."

"Young Master Qian, do you know if there are more chapters in the future?".

Qian Ning glanced at him, took out a piece of paper from her cuff, patted it on the table, and said flatly: "Sign it, and I will send someone to deliver the manuscript."

Shopkeeper Ye picked up the paper and looked at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more painful it became.This Mr. Qian is too ruthless. He needs 100 taels of silver every day. How much can he earn in Ruifeng Building in a month? He suddenly looked at Qian Ning with embarrassment: "Master, this 100 taels a day is really a burden for a small shop." I'm sorry!"

Qian Ning propped her chin with her hands, and looked at Shopkeeper Ye with blinking eyes, "Shopkeeper, there are thirty tables on the first floor of your Ruifeng Tea House, which can seat 240 people, and each person spends half taels of silver, which costs 120, besides There is also the private room on the second floor. I only offer the price based on the fact that you are not fully seated. You can see clearly that this is the latest one-month contract. After one month, if you think my story is worth the price, we will Sign again."

After a pause, he said, "A month later, I can give you a new story and ask you to open another special session in the afternoon!".

Hearing this, the shopkeeper raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his brow. This Young Master Qian is too smart, he has calculated so clearly, and he has already written the contract, but after reading this story the first two times, he wants to know what will happen next. Not to mention new stories.

Gritting her teeth, she shouted to Xiaoer: "Bring a pen." She signed her name and pressed her fingerprints with all her heart.

Qian Ning nodded in satisfaction, slowly took the contract back into her arms, and said again: "Today is considered a trial, and from tomorrow onwards, the money will be settled every day. When I send someone to deliver the manuscript to you, please prepare the money. See you later!".

After finishing speaking, he ignored Shopkeeper Ye's twitching old face, and walked out slowly.

I don't know if Lingxuan has bought the things, hey, this money is easy to lose but hard to earn!Hmph, don't let her catch the thief who stole her money, or she must have skinned him!

(End of this chapter)

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