Chapter 310 Come, let me tell you a story about scraping bones to heal wounds... (please subscribe and vote)
Cheng Chubi stared blankly at Cheng Ping, the manager who was smiling very honestly and honestly. He was really special because he was ruthless and didn't talk much.
Is this how the old Cheng family found someone to chat with? Cheng Chubi could even imagine such a scene.
Several shopkeepers with bruised noses and swollen faces fell to their knees, crying and swearing viciously, never daring to think of getting involved in Zhao's shop again.
The steward, Cheng Ping, stood with his hands folded across his chest and a smile. Behind him were a group of powerful, fat and ferocious servants of the Cheng family who still had more to say.
Cheng Chubi could only smile reluctantly and raised his thumb at Cheng Ping, who was in charge of the matter, indicating that he recognized and praised his way of communication.
There must be a reason why his reputation as the most noble bully of the Tang Dynasty has become famous both in court and in the public over the years.
"Will they sue the officials afterwards?" Cheng Chubi was suddenly worried that the old Cheng family, with a strict family tradition, would be stigmatized for bullying ordinary people.
"Young master, don't worry. I got their confessions and also invited officers from Chang'an County to come to the scene."
"Well... In that case, I'll be relieved." Cheng Chubi breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was not on official business trip.
After all, it wasn't the old Cheng family who was in trouble, it was those guys who came to cause trouble first.
Zhao Zhengyang looked at the tall and majestic Cheng Sangong, who was so concerned about Zhao's shop, and felt extremely moved and emotional.
Especially when I think of that day, several shopkeepers with bruises and swollen faces came to his house to plead guilty.
I saw the fawning and frightened faces of these shopkeepers who were wealthy and had far better official connections than myself.
There was also a scene where they carefully and implicitly hinted to themselves that if there were any matters related to Liuli's business in the future, they would take the Zhao family as the leader.
Zhao Zhengyang felt that the pleasure he felt at that time was much better than after Mr. Cheng had completed the prostate surgery.
The exhilarating feeling of peeing for the first time is completely different.
Thinking of this, Zhao Zhengyang and his biological son Zhao Xian looked at each other and smiled, their expressions were extraordinarily peaceful, and their hearts were extraordinarily stable.
With the towering ancient tree of the notorious old Cheng family at its back, the Zhao family's business can be described as as stable as a mountain.
Cheng Chubi stood up and sent the father and son to the door. Zhao Zhengyang and his son strongly asked Cheng Chubi to stay and followed the Cheng family's servants out of the hospital.
Only then did Cheng Chubi have the time to look at Cheng Ping. "Uncle Ping, how much has that shop made in the past few months?"
Cheng Ping took out the account book from his arms and handed it to Cheng Chubi respectfully. His honest and honest face looked a little excited at this moment.
"Young master, I made 21,700 yuan. It is ten times the income of our Cheng family restaurant."
"Well, two...more than 20,000 guan?" Cheng Chubi immediately raised his eyebrows.
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At least Cheng Chubi also knew the price of goods in this era, which was more than 20,000 yuan during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty.
It is enough to buy a huge house slightly smaller than Lu Guogong's mansion in Nancheng, where the house price is relatively cheap in Chang'an City.
Such a large sum of money was actually earned in just a few months.
Seeing the Third Young Master's shocked expression that he managed to maintain a calm expression, Cheng Ping chuckled and nodded. "Speaking of which, Young Master, you are more capable than anyone else."
"If it weren't for you, how could the Zhao family's glass shop have such income? Moreover, our Cheng family restaurant is now considered one of the best in the East Market."
"Even so, it can't compare to the huge profits of this glass shop."
Cheng Chubi nodded, indeed, the price of selling gems for a piece of junk like glass, what else could it be if it wasn't a huge profit?
Sure enough, in any era, exclusive profiteering industries are the most profitable and profitable.
"I wonder what you are going to do with this money, sir? Should you store it in your house, or..."
"You mean this money...well, I have to think about it." Cheng Chubi tried his best to control himself.
In my previous life, I was a medical worker who received salary plus performance.
I had never made any money from flying knives, and I had never made any extra money, so I ended up in the Tang Dynasty.
Not only did he become a member of the Cheng family with a strict family tradition, but he also became a rich and handsome man in a short period of time.
Such a huge change made Cheng Chubi's aloof image of treating money like dirt that he had managed to maintain almost collapse.
Seeing Cheng Chubi's confused expression and empty eyes, Cheng Ping suppressed his laughter and said honestly.
"Young Master, there is no need to be anxious. Just think about it slowly. Anyway, the money is in your account. If you have thought about it, just let me know."
"Well, okay, thank you for your hard work, Uncle Ping." Cheng Chubi breathed a sigh of relief, and he had so many ideas at the moment to ask him to handle such a huge sum of money.
I really don’t know what to do. If there was a bank in Datang, Cheng Chubi would definitely deposit it in the bank to earn interest as soon as possible.
What a pity, this is the Tang Dynasty, what is a bank?
Since there is no bank deposit, what should we do? Cheng Chubi suddenly thought of the old saying, you will not be poor if you buy a house, but you will not be rich if you sell a house. In this case, you may consider buying some properties.
In the future, buying a street in Chang'an City and working as a tenant is also a very ideal and promising career.
"Third brother, why are you giggling?" An annoying voice suddenly rang.
"Sixth brother, don't talk nonsense. Don't forget what dad told you not to call third brother stupid."
"???" Cheng Chubi's whole heart exploded. He shook his head fiercely and saw three naughty kids, No. 4, No. 56, squatting at the door.
His head was still covered with snow foam, and the tip of his nose and face were red from the cold, but his bright eyes were wandering around.
Well, the children of the old Cheng family have always been like this, very energetic.
Cheng Chubi shook his head, dumbfounded. "Okay, come in and bake. Don't get frostbite."
The three naughty children quickly rushed into the house, crowded to the side of the charcoal brazier, and then their bright eyes fell on the wooden box containing the syringe.
"Third brother, what's inside?" Cheng Laosi was curious.
"Can I take a look, Third Brother?" This is Cheng Laowu who is very capable.
"Will it be delicious?" This is the little foodie Cheng Laoliu.
Seeing these three younger brothers asking questions and restlessly, Cheng Chubi felt so weak that he sat down on the couch.
"Third brother, tell us a story. Last time we talked about the Three Heroes fighting Lu Bu. Is there any other good story about the Three Kingdoms? We want to hear it."
"Well, since you love to hear the story of the Three Kingdoms so much... then today the third brother will tell you a story about Guan Yu scraping his bones to heal his wounds."
"But after that, you have to go back to the house and take a nap, okay?"
"Okay!" The three little heads nodded in unison, and Cheng Chubi cleared his throat. "By the way, Guan Yu's arm was shot by a poisonous arrow."
"The miracle doctor Hua Tuo admired Guan Yu's loyalty and courage very much, so he came all the way and volunteered to scrape Guan Yu's bones and heal his injuries."
"Third brother, I need to scrape the bones. Will it hurt?"
"Lao Wu, shut up and listen to Third Brother..."
"At this time, Guan Yu, who was used to urinating at night, asked Hua Tuo, 'Sir, this injury will not affect my night time, right?'
Hua Tu pondered for a long time before replying, 'Whether the shadow affects your night life depends on your usual...
Hahahaha... I'm laughing so hard, which hand do I usually use? Hahahaha...'"
Chapter completed!