Enter the Room

  Chapter 45

  At this time, Yuan Yunzhong was sitting cross-legged on the Zen chair in Song Jiyun's study like a lord.

  Liu Zi stood beside the ice basin, fanning him vigorously.

  He was picky about the cup of tea just poured out of Song Jiyun's teapot: "What kind of tea is this? Do you usually drink this? Besides freshness, what's the merit of it?"

  Song Jiyun looked at him coldly.

  She didn't forget that he came over like a stroller, and told her solemnly that when a woman knocked on his door, he showed undisguised gloating in his eyes.

   So, what is he doing here?

   See her jokes?

  First there are pig teammates, then there are stupid relatives.

   Still, he's pretty smart.

  The matter of the water pavilion kills three birds with one stone.

   Not only won her mother's favor, but also broke her game, and made her feel guilty.

   Otherwise, if he dared to be so arrogant in front of her, she would have dealt with him long ago.

  Song Jiyun said: "Bi Luochun, Longjing, Maofeng, Guapian, Usnea...all of them. What do you drink?"

  Yuan Yunzhong turned a blind eye to her indifference, and ordered her confidently: "Then Songluo! Songluo is fried green tea, which can clear away heat and detoxify. It is the best drink in this season."

  Song Jiyun asked the people around him to make tea for him again.

  Yuan Yunzhong took a sip and nodded in satisfaction.

  The incense hairpin folded back.

  Song Jiyun thought that Yuan Yunzhong was the person involved, since he came here, she should give him an explanation no matter what.

  She simply stood by the floor cover and talked to Xiangzan.

   "Miss Tao has already gone back." Xiangzan said, "She came here with the eldest wife and Master Tianbao, and said that she wanted to discuss with the wife about tomorrow's Master's sacrifice."

  Song Jiyun said: "Does the eldest lady know about this?"

  Xiang Hairpin pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Madam Zheng gave it to the eldest lady. The eldest lady must have known about it by now. She also said that Miss Tao is tired, so I won't trouble Miss Tao to come over for tomorrow's worship!"

  Song Jiyun nodded, turned around and asked Yuan Yunzhong: "Young Master Yuan, do you think this is feasible?"

  Yuan Yunzhong waved his hand as if chasing away mosquitoes, and said, "I'm fine, I'm just afraid that Miss Song will be inconvenient."

  Song Jiyun heard that, he just wanted to stuff Song Tao, who had made her lose face in front of Yuan Yunzhong, into the stove.

   You can let Yuan Yunzhong live again, maybe there will be some demon moths.

   If the martial arts are not good, then the text should be fine.

   Fortunately, Song Jiyun has always been a stretchable person.

  She neatly bent her knees to give Yuan Yunzhong a blessing, and said sincerely: "Young Master Yuan, it is my fault to force you to stay in our house. You are a lot of adults, so don't be as knowledgeable as me."

  Yuan Yunzhong's brows and eyes moved slightly, looking very surprised.

  Song Jiyun saw it, changed the subject, and said: "But you have also seen that people do no harm to tigers, but tigers hurt people's hearts. I have nothing to do with it."

"Really?" Yuan Yunzhong smiled slightly, but passed the dim sum plate in his hand towards Song Jiyun, and said, "Miss Song, do you want to try it? Kidney bean jujube paste cake. Your chef made it, sweet but not greasy , waxy but not sticky. It suits my taste."

   What does he mean by this?

   Said she was acting?

  Song Jiyun didn't show it on the surface, but in his heart he wanted to bite him.

She simply took the dim sum plate in his hand, sat down opposite him again, and said sincerely: "There is also the matter of the water pavilion, which is also my fault. If Hanniang hadn't told me later, she had accidentally stepped on it. Shoes, I misunderstood that you made her slip by means. I am here and solemnly apologize to you. "

Yuan Yunzhong gave a "tsk" sound like a toothache, and said: "Miss Song, I really don't dare to be the one. To be honest, based on my understanding of Miss Song, it is usually not a good thing for Miss Song to be so reckless. Do you have any questions?" Just say what you want, my heart is more open."

"Look at what Mr. Yuan said!" Song Jiyun smiled as if embarrassed, and said, "The main reason is that the water in our house is too muddy. You are so expensive, I am afraid that you will continue to stand up for our family, Tired you."

  Yuan Yunzhong laughed twice, but did not speak.

Song Jiyun could only continue to laugh and said, "Mr. Yuan, please don't get me wrong. I don't mean to force you to leave. I will keep everything you said in my heart—whether you leave or stay is never something that others can decide. I just thought, I have to discuss this matter with you. Look, what kind of regulations are you here? You brought it up, so I can arrange it, right?"

  Yuan Yunzhong leaned back, and tapped the armrest with the fingertips of his left hand, as if thinking about what to do.

  Song Jiyun never placed her hopes on "luck", she quietly waited for his answer.

  Zheng Quan walked in frowning suddenly.

  Song Jiyun was surprised and said, "What's the matter?"

  Zheng Quan glanced at Yuan Yunzhong, saw that Song Jiyun didn't mean to avoid him, but still whispered in her ear: "Zhou Zheng sent someone to pass me a message, saying that Wang Dahai is gone."

  Song Jiyun frowned, and led Zheng Quan to the hall.

   "Wang Dahai is gone," she said, "What do you mean?"

  He is the big shopkeeper in charge of the warehouse.

Zheng Quan lowered his voice and said: "Tomorrow at Yinshi, there will be a boat of blue and white daily-use porcelain to be transported to Poyang Lake. Usually at this time, the warehouse should count the goods and prepare to leave the warehouse. The little steward of the warehouse has already counted everything. , looking for Wang Dahai to draw a pledge, but he couldn't find Wang Dahai.

   "At first, I thought that Wang Dahai drank too much at noon and fell asleep somewhere. But after searching around, he couldn't find him.

   "Now the warehouse is waiting for shipment.

  “If I can’t find Wang Dahai again, I can’t wait to get on board.

   "Now the owner is gone, Wang Dahai disappeared without a word, and they don't know who to turn to. The warehouse is as anxious as ants on a hot pot."

  Song Jiyun's heart sank, and he said, "What did Zhou Zheng say?"

   "What Zhou Zheng meant," Zheng Quandao, "Recently, people from the Song family have frequently come to drink tea with their big shopkeepers and master masters. Could it be that some master of the Song family invited them over?"

impossible!

  Song Jiyun immediately denied Zhou Zheng's guess in his heart.

  These gentlemen of the Song family are in contact with them in order to better take over the shop and kiln factory. It is impossible to expose their intentions when their family's business has not yet been finalized.

   But Zhou Zheng is a suitable person. If he said that Wang Dahai is gone, he must not have disappeared literally.

Song Jiyun thought for a while, and said: "I am now writing a copy of my father's 'entrustment' in hand, and you can give it to Zhou Zheng, and let him take care of the warehouse temporarily and help deliver the goods. As for Wang Dahai, you can go to Mrs. Wang Look there."

As she said that, she lowered her voice and said: "You also make it clear to Mrs. Wang that Wang Dahai signed a long-term contract with our family. If he disappeared without a word, we can report to the authorities. If we can ask clearly Whoever he has been with more during this time, that's even better."

   "I see!" Zheng Quan understood, and said, "I'll go to see Mrs. Wang right now, and I'll send someone to look around to see if there are any other clues at night."

  Song Jiyun nodded, and continued: "If you haven't found anyone by dawn, you should report to the authorities."

  Zheng Quan hesitated: "Will it make things worse?"

  Song Jiyun looked at the place where Mrs. Zeng lived, and said, "Even if we don't make a big fuss, someone else will make a big fuss."

   Zheng Quan was silent.

  Song Jiyun went to the living room and imitated his father's handwriting to write a power of attorney for Zhou Zheng.

  In the study next to him, Yuan Yunzhong half-closed his eyes, drinking tea slowly.

  It seems that the Song family is really in muddy water!

   It's another chapter of deleting and deleting... It's a bit late...

  (end of this chapter)