I'm so hard

Chapter 37
With the blessing of the imperial army, the front of Qingwei Pavilion became hot again.

Not long after, there were nearly 100 women and more than [-] men standing in front of Qingwei Pavilion.

More than half of the women came for shopping, and a smaller half wanted to see the true face of the talented poet.

As for the men, some wanted to see Lu Nianwei, some wanted to see the genius poet, and some wanted to see who would mention the words on the plaque.

For example, Mr. Xiao Zijie and Mr. Kong Ze were also crowded in the crowd.

As Lu Nianwei's admirers, they naturally wanted to come over to cheer.

At this moment, several carriages stopped in the lane ahead one after another.

Then a total of six exquisite large flower baskets were carried over.

Each of these flower baskets is exquisite, and there are hundreds of gorgeous flower branches of different colors inside. Some petals still have crystal dew, which looks very valuable.

"This is a flower basket of hundreds of phoenixes, and each one costs hundreds of taels of silver. Who made such a big deal?" Someone asked suspiciously.

The shop opened, and the Baifeng flower baskets were almost of the highest standard.

At this time, a middle-aged man holding a gift list shouted:

"The Ministry of Officials, Mrs. Shangshu, is celebrating the opening of Wei Pavilion, and I will give you a flower basket of white phoenixes."

"Mrs. Hubu Shangshu is celebrating the opening of Wei Pavilion in Qingqing, and I will give you a flower basket of white phoenixes."

"The Ministry of Rites, Mrs. Shangshu, is celebrating the opening of Wei Pavilion, and I will give you a flower basket of white phoenixes."

"Mrs. Minister of the Ministry of Punishment is celebrating the opening of Wei Pavilion in Qingqing, and I will give you a flower basket of white phoenixes."

"The Ministry of War Mrs. Shangshu is celebrating the opening of Qingqing Wei Pavilion, and I will give you a flower basket of white phoenixes."

"Mrs. Shangshu from the Ministry of Industry is celebrating the opening of Weige Pavilion, and I will give you a flower basket of white phoenixes."

On the big Saturday, the wife of the great minister congratulated the opening of a store at the same time, which is definitely the first time in the hundreds of years of the big week.

The onlookers couldn't believe it.

On the teahouse, Liu Quan was trembling all over, and murmured: Who is her backer, who is it, how is this possible?
"This... this... Qingwei Pavilion's backstage is so strong that they can invite Mrs. Zheng from the Six Departments to congratulate them."

Xiao Zijie whispered to Kong Ze: "Kong Ze, isn't this the work of that man in the palace?"

Kong Ze let out a long sigh, and said, "It is estimated that with that style, neither your father nor my father may allow the six wives of Shangshu to do so."

"Hey, it seems that we will call Miss Lu our empress soon, that lady in the palace is really good at chasing women, when will I be able to do such a sensational thing in Changdan City!" Xiao Zijie said enviously.

Kong Ze rolled his eyes at him and said, "Which time did you write a poem without causing a sensation in Changdan City? Even four or five-year-old children know that you will be beaten after you finish writing a poem!"

"Go away, which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted!" Xiao Zijie scolded, and then changed the subject and said: "I have all the baskets of flowers of phoenixes, and the inscription on the plaque must be unusual. I don't know who is it?"

"I'm also very curious about this!" Kong Ze said excitedly.

But at this moment, Lu Nianwei was extremely happy.

First, a hundred imperial guards swept the floor and laid carpets, and then there were flower baskets of phoenixes sent by the wives of the six ministers.

All of this must have been arranged by Zhao Yan. It is really too face-saving. With these backgrounds, it is difficult for Qingwei Pavilion's business to flourish.

Lu Nianwei stood on the table in front of the door and said loudly: "Thank you for your support. I am Lu Nianwei, the owner of Qingwei Pavilion. Today, all the products in my shop are [-]% off. Now I will unveil the plaque."

Immediately, countless people looked at the plaque.

Whoa!

The red cloth was lifted vigorously by Lu Nianwei, revealing three vigorous characters: Qingwei Pavilion.

And in the lower left corner of Qingwei Pavilion, there are three small characters written.

When the people below saw the three small characters above, they couldn't help being completely dumbfounded.

Xiao Zijie rubbed his eyes even harder, and murmured: Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Kong Ze could stuff four or five eggs into his surprised mouth.

These three small characters are: Xiao Jingye.

The head of the civil servants of the Great Zhou Dynasty has never attended any commercial activities, and his calligraphy is rarely circulated among the people.

He even inscribed a plaque for a shop!

What these three words represent, everyone below knows.

To be affirmed by Xiao Jingye is almost to be affirmed by the entire imperial court.

No merchant in Dazhou can achieve such an honor.

Kong Ze said to Xiao Zijie: "Your father also started messing around with that one, it's not like your father's character!"

Xiao Zijie also looked confused. According to his father's temper, even if the emperor ordered him to write such a plaque, he would strongly reject it.

Lu Nianwei walked down from the table, and with a big wave of her hand, all the doors of Qingwei Pavilion opened.

"Girls, you can go in and buy as much as you want, all men are forbidden to enter today!"

The girls were overjoyed and rushed in excitedly.

Qingwei Pavilion has three floors in total, and each floor is more than 200 square meters.

The first layer is mainly rouge gouache and gold and silver ornaments.

On the second floor, there are all kinds of women's clothing, and there are special old tailors explaining it, and they can be tailored at any time.

As for the third floor, it's all the snacks that girls like to eat. For this reason, Zhao Yan specially assigned the five royal chefs to Lu Nianwei.

Women can drink tea and snacks here, chat about interesting things in life, and enjoy a world to themselves.

Unexpectedly, the men were not allowed to enter, so they had to go to Wanbao Building.

At this time, Liu Quan tremblingly stood up from the chair, and murmured: "Wanbao Building and Qingwei Pavilion must not be messed with, otherwise...or you will die."

Then, he got into the carriage and went straight to Xiaoyi Hou Suli's mansion.

At this moment, on the first floor of Qingwei Pavilion, a woman with heavy makeup looked at the colorful rouge and gouache in front of her.

There are only two words in my eyes: buy it!

This woman is Xiaoyi Hou Suli's fifth concubine Su Sanjie. She originally planned to make trouble, but when she saw something bad here and there, she directly reprimanded the boss.With his many years of experience and knowledge, Qingwei Pavilion was swept away.

However, when she actually walked inside, she was dumbfounded.

Here, as small as a piece of blush, it is more delicate and unique than the one she used.

When she was at the head of the line, many dignitaries gave her gifts, and she had seen gold and silver jewelry used by empresses in the palace in Xiaoyihou's mansion.

Her vision is still quite high.

But when she came here, when she saw those rouge powders, gold and silver ornaments, which were no less than those in the palace, and all of them were high-quality goods, she only felt that she had no money. If she had money, she would want to buy these things All shipped home.

So, she completely forgot about what Marquis Xiaoyi had told her, and started shopping like crazy.

Qingwei Pavilion soon became the busiest place on the whole street.

Women kept entering Qingwei Pavilion, and then girls came out with big bags.

Lu Nianwei had already prepared a lot of goods, but still underestimated the purchasing power of the women in Changdan City.

Just after noon, Qingwei Pavilion was completely emptied.

Not even a piece of dessert was left.

Lu Nianwei has never been so happy, and she never expected to sell it so quickly.

She expected it to be hot, but she didn't expect it to be this hot.

Qingwei Pavilion's profit for one day was as much as Wanbao Building's profit for half a year.

"The people in Dazhou are really rich, and he has vision!" Lu Nianwei said to herself.

The him she was talking about was naturally Zhao Yan.

(End of this chapter)