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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Big Shots(1/2)

North Street.

Hong Bin Building.

"Next person!"

"Everyone, please line up! Since my young master wants to raise military rations for the border soldiers, from today onwards, all activities are cancelled, and the supply of Changsheng pot is limited!"

Pei Jie stood at the door, holding a gong in his hand and shouting at the top of his voice to the long queue outside the door.

He was originally a guard, but since he followed Hu Fei, he became less and less like a guard and more like a waiter.

And the knife that I was once proud of has now become a tool for beating gongs and drums.

At the counter at the door, Hu Fei was lying on a recliner, looking at Xia Chan who was counting the silver coins, the smile on his lips never stopped.

Now he feels more and more that he is a genius. He didn't expect that money in ancient times was so easy to earn, and he could earn a lot of money casually.

Maybe it won't be long before he becomes the richest man in the capital.

"master?!"

"Master, the master is here!"

At this moment, Pei Jie at the door suddenly exclaimed.

When Hu Fei heard this, he almost fell off the couch, because the old man said that he would never step into Hong Bin Tower until he died.

After a smile flashed across his lips, Hu Fei hurriedly stood up and walked out quickly.

At the bottom of the steps outside the building, Hu's carriage slowly stopped in the open space with a white line drawn at the door. Hu Weiyong slowly got out of the carriage, accompanied by the butler Qin Hai.

"Hey, who is this?"

Hu Fei pretended to be surprised and looked at Hu Weiyong and asked loudly.

After hearing Hu Fei's first words, Hu Weiyong's expression immediately became a little unnatural.

There is nothing more embarrassing in the world than slapping yourself in the face.

"I have met the young master."

Qin Hai couldn't help laughing and saluted Hu Fei.

The entire Hu family knew that Hu Weiyong would never come to Hong Bin Tower.

"Steward Qin? What's wrong with the master? How many hours are left?"

Hu Fei looked at Qin Hai and couldn't help asking with a sad face.

When Qin Hai heard this, he was stunned for a moment and did not understand the meaning of Hu Fei's words.

But Hu Weiyong's face was already ashen, because he had said that death would never come. Now that he has come, doesn't he just think that he is about to die?

"Bastard! Are you cursing my death?"

Hu Weiyong glared at Hu Fei and asked sternly.

"How dare I? Prime Minister, please come inside!"

Hu Fei showed a hint of gloating, stepped aside, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Oh, the Prime Minister is here!"

"That's right, it's Hu Xiang!"

"I've seen Hu Xiang!"

Upon hearing that the Prime Minister was coming, the crowd inside and outside the building made a commotion, and then they hurriedly saluted and greeted Hu Weiyong.

Hu Weiyong nodded symbolically and walked in quickly. Under the leadership of Hu Fei, he went all the way to the second floor and sat in a private room next to the window.

"Where is Qin Hai?!"

Hu Weiyong just wanted Qin Hai to wait outside, but when he turned around, he saw that Qin Hai had already disappeared.

"Oh, I guess you can satisfy your cravings downstairs. It's free for our family to come to Hong Bin Building."

Hu Fei smiled and poured a cup of tea for Hu Weiyong.

Hu Weiyong shook his head because he hated the iron, and in his heart he cursed Qin Hai who had never seen the world.

When he came in just now, he had already seen that the hall on the first floor was almost full, and some were even squatting in the corner with plates and bowls.

Looking at the dazzling array of food, he actually couldn't hold it back anymore.

"How do you plan to deal with the issue of military rations? How can your small Hong Bin Tower supply hundreds of thousands of troops at the border?"

Hu Weiyong thought for a moment and asked with a solemn expression.

"Don't worry, I have already made arrangements."

"Do you still remember the land deed I got from Tu Jie?"

Hu Fei nodded and asked with a smile.

"Yeah, remember."

Hu Weiyong hesitated for a moment and then thought about it.

"I have already sent people to build the factory, and based on that land, I have expanded it several times. Once the factory is completed, I will hire some local people and receive unified training before they can officially participate in production. There are two more

Months of time are enough."

"Besides, what I promised Tang Duo was to supply goods once a season, as long as it lasts, it's simple. I also plan to establish a branch factory in Daming, a Hong Bin Building branch, and the franchise is also planned."

Hu Fei explained with a smile.

But after Hu Weiyong listened, one head was bigger than the other and he was confused.

"Factory? Training? Branch? Franchise?"

Hu Weiyong looked at Hu Fei blankly and asked.

He had never heard these words before.

Seeing Hu Weiyong with a confused look on his face, Hu Fei couldn't help but smile bitterly. These words were indeed a bit difficult for this old man.

"A factory is equivalent to a workshop or a big workshop. Training is teaching. Branches are other shops. Franchise... Franchise means I come up with secret recipes or methods and let others contribute money to open a shop. The money earned is divided into accounts. I take it.

Seventy percent! I want to expand my business to the entire Ming Dynasty."

Hu Fei thought for a while and explained patiently.

After hearing Hu Fei's explanation, Hu Weiyong froze on his chair, unable to describe the shock in his heart.

Although he didn't quite understand these thoughts, just hearing them made his blood boil.

Is this really my son?

Is my son that smart?

This was the only thought in Hu Weiyong's heart at this time, and he almost burst into tears of joy.

"Okay, you can slowly understand it. It won't be clear for a while, so just wait and see."

"Since we're here, let's have something to eat before we leave. How about a taste."

Hu Fei waved his hand, and as he spoke, he got up and walked to the door of the private room, asking Pei Jie to send a hot pot upstairs.

Hu Weiyong could not describe his mood for a moment, so he nodded happily and turned to look out the window.

But it didn't matter. As soon as he turned his head, he jumped up from his chair and knocked over the teacup on the table.

Hu Fei, who heard the commotion, turned around and saw Hu Weiyong standing blankly in front of the window, and came over suspiciously.

"What's wrong? What the hell happened in broad daylight?!"

Hu Fei asked as he looked out the window.

In front of the building gate, another carriage came, and an old man in rich clothes got out of the carriage. He was surrounded by more than a dozen attendants. The leader was a man who was neither male nor female. He was old and had no hair.

The old man with no beard, hunched over, was waiting on the side.

Seeing this scene, Hu Fei's heart tightened, and a person's name flashed in his mind.

Coupled with Hu Weiyong's reaction and the fact that he discovered a few Lianjiazi who had deliberately hidden themselves among the attendants, Hu Fei immediately realized that the big shot was coming!

How could he come!?

After thinking everything through, Hu Fei couldn't help but be stunned.

Immediately afterwards, Hu Weiyong didn't bother to explain and rushed downstairs quickly.

A strange smile flashed across Hu Fei's lips, and he followed.

Building door.

"Wait a moment, our store has rules. People entering the store must line up according to the rules. No matter which family you are from, you must follow the rules. Please line up at the back."

Pei Jie looked at the group of people who got off the carriage and walked straight into the building. He stretched out his hand to stop them, pointed to the long queue on the side and said.

"Presumptuous! You..."

The old man with a stooped body and no hair on his face immediately widened his eyes. He was about to scold him, but was stopped by the old man in rich clothes. However, after he glanced at the long queue,
To be continued...
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