Yes, but...

Ning Wuyan answered truthfully: "Young Master An did not send me an invitation. I have neither met nor had any friendship with the young Marquis. Why did he send me an invitation?"

"But Master Ning, aren't you a poet?" The maid of Zhang Mansion was confused.

There were many students who went to the Gathering of Talents just for Mr. Ning, but Mr. An actually didn't send an invitation to Mr. Ning?

Not quite suitable.

Ning Wuyang thought of the rumors outside and smiled nonchalantly: "There is still controversy about whether I am a poetry immortal. The young marquis invited me to go rashly. I am afraid that the gathering of talents will turn into a rally against me. Not sending invitations will be a big mistake for us."

Everything is fine.”

The maid of the Zhang Mansion nodded as though she understood, and wanted to chat with Mr. Ning for a few more words, but the sun was setting and it was too late, so she was ready to say goodbye and leave.

"Girl, wait a minute."

Ning Wuyang called the maid and handed a cut piece of paper as big as a palm into her hand.

"Customers who pre-order perfume today will have priority purchasing privileges if they come to buy it in the future with this piece of paper."

Zhangfu is the natal family of the second aunt, and they came here specially to buy two bottles of perfume as support. This is a debt of gratitude, and he must express it.

Except for Zhang Fu, everyone else who pre-ordered perfume today enjoys this privilege.

The maid of Zhang Mansion smiled and took the paper sign, but said in her heart: Fifty-two bottles of perfume are cheaper than the best incense in Ye's Incense Shop, but it is still cheaper than ordinary incense.

Very expensive.

She felt that it was a waste of money for her wife to buy two bottles of perfume for the sake of Mrs. Ning Er. How could a perfume that she had never heard of compare to Ye's incense?

The maid didn't believe it.

"The slave will be handed over to the madam."

"Girl, walk slowly."

Ning Wu is so smart, how can he not see what the maid is thinking.

But he didn't care either.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with him whether the paper will be burned as waste paper or kept.

One day this paper signature will be more valuable than a bottle of perfume.

As the sun sets into the ground, the only pre-sale discount for this day comes to an end.

Ning Wuchang is closed.

The one-eyed boy brought the account book and said from ear to ear with joy: "Sir, all the pre-ordered perfumes added up today have sold a total of 300 bottles!"

One bottle is fifty taels, three hundred bottles is fifteen thousand taels!

The one-eyed boy has never seen so much money in his life.

Ning Wuyan knew that apart from a few individual tourists who happened to come to ask for poetry advice and wanted to earn compensation and bought ten bottles of perfume, the rest were all obtained through favors from the Ning family.

Fortunately, Ye Changlong’s support allowed him to achieve such wonderful results in his first pre-sale.

Ning Wuyan tore off the contract that was stuck on the wall and put it away. When the one-eyed boy saw this, he asked with some reluctance: "Master, will you no longer allow customers to pre-order tomorrow?"

"We agreed that it would only be one day, and it is only one day. We will clean and steam the flowers tonight, and we will start mixing the perfume tomorrow morning."

The remaining seven hundred bottles seem to be a lot, but in fact for a market as big as Jinling, as long as the publicity is in place, they can be sold out quickly.

Anyway, the funds for making perfume are available.

The rest depends on Miss Shen and the others' ability to carry goods during the Gathering of Talents, as well as his publicity techniques.

"Today, Ye Changlong came to deliver money. I didn't ask Ms. Shen to help me stimulate the order quantity. I owed one less favor. As a result, she had to send another favor."

Ning Wuyan realized belatedly that Miss Shen's kindness to him seemed to be out of the ordinary.

Miss Shen's feelings for him don't go beyond friendship, right?

He is not a sentimental person, but he never believes that there is love and hate for no reason in this world. Even if Miss Shen falls in love with him again, she will never give him a box of banknotes when she sees him short of money, or give her money when she sees him selling perfume. Offered to help him carry the goods.

Miss Shen's charming smile flashed in his mind, and Ning Wuyi curved the corners of his mouth.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, he will always remember Miss Shen's kindness.

"I don't know what else she likes besides peach blossom perfume. I'll ask if I have a chance."

The most difficult thing to repay in this world is the debt of gratitude.

Ning Wuhuang is not the kind of person who accepts others' contributions with peace of mind but does not know how to repay.

…

The backyard of the government office.

After a busy day, Jiang Yan sat at the dining table and took off the wine bottle from his waist.

This is Yugong Liquor brewed by the distillery. It has a mellow aroma and strong stamina. It is different from the soju that is circulated in the market with a light soup. It comes in a small flask of half a catty and makes you tipsy after drinking it.

The manager of the wine shop knew that he was good at wine, so he specially left two pots for him. He gave one pot to Xu Jidao. He wanted to keep the remaining pot to drink with his new friends, but that person My friend made him wait too long...

"Sir, a letter from Ning Mansion."

Jiang Yan put the cork back into the wine bottle and took the letter from the guard.

He looked at the silver gun standing quietly aside and wanted to open it but hesitated.

If that kid is unwilling to listen to his advice, I don’t know who this silver gun will be able to dance with next time.

"I just don't want him to be like his father, who has to look forward and backward when fighting with others. He obviously has the ability but can only hold back and let the years go by."

However, he could not control which path Ning Wuyi wanted to take. Thinking of this, Jiang Yan opened the envelope after hesitating.

Seeing the above content, Jiang Yan immediately slapped the table and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, you are indeed the young man I have chosen. It's so happy."

There is only one word in the letter - Wu.

The force of the pen was like the long knife wielded that night, about to burst out of the paper.

Jiang Yan laughed until his eyes turned red and then stood up.

"Sir, don't you need dinner?"

"You're not hungry yet, I'll go write a letter of recommendation to Governor Su first."

Jiang Yan had been waiting for this reply for many days. Now he finally had the result and he made a decision.

After he joined the army and retired from the army, his clan offered him the official position of a sixth-grade San doctor in Jing'an City.

But he didn't like working with the group of Beijing officials who reported good news but not bad news every day, and because he spoke too directly, he was disliked by Shangguan. In order not to look down on Shangguan's face, he simply moved out of the capital to a place in Yibei Road where martial arts still existed. Take office.

Five years ago, Su Rui, a classmate and friend who was highly valued by the present generation, was personally appointed as the governor of the prosperous and prosperous Jiangnan Province by the present generation.

Su Rui then petitioned to transfer him here. He knew that his friend wanted to take the opportunity to promote him, but he had already lost confidence in the smoky court in Jing'an City.

In the past five years, apart from fulfilling my duties, I have not done anything superfluous. I have achieved nothing and cannot be faulted, and I have never thought of forming a clique.

"This is my first time writing a recommendation letter to Mr. Su, he should give me this face."

Su Ruinai was in charge of the third-rank officials of Jiangnan Province, and had the right to appoint and remove officials of the seventh-rank and lower grades in the prefectures and counties under his jurisdiction without having to report to the imperial court.

When the guard Jiang Ying heard this, he asked puzzledly: "Sir, Mr. Ning is just a scholar, not a scholar. If you recommend him now, he can't be an official. At most, he can be a government servant. It's better to let him be the official. Where are your lord’s staff?”

"If I let him be my staff, he can only practice martial arts with me every day. Third Young Master Ning should have his own career. I am not recommending him to join the Jinling Mansion to Brother Su."

Jiang Ying became even more confused.
Chapter completed!