Lin Qingyuan sat down again, his face restored to the look of a romantic young man, but his eyes were wary: this woman was simply his nemesis.
Song Liyun didn't care what he was thinking and mentioned the map again.
The grassland was vast, even worse than that of the Wu Dynasty, and the people moved around erratically.
In the absence of satellite positioning, every map you can find is actually very crude and one-sided.
Except for the specific marks left by walking there, it is difficult for others to tell the difference between those low and rolling hillsides.
Even Zhao Tingduo relied on his experience to wander around the Wu Dynasty border and Mida Valley. He had not yet set foot in the Chiyang Grassland where the Wangting tribe was located.
Compared with Lin Qingyuan's willingness to pay a hundred taels of silver to live in a stable and do some jewelry business, she wanted a caravan route map.
Even if the tribe will temporarily move to other places because of the abundance of water and grass, having a map is much better than running around in the vast grassland.
Lin Qingyuan understood that his biggest secret was known to others but could not be silenced, so the best way was to win over him.
Since Song Liyun wanted the tribal map, he had to get a good price to maximize his profits.
The businessman's instinct made Lin Qingyuan quickly make calculations.
"Manager Song, it's easy to ask for a map, but you have to tell me why you want a map of the Di tribe. In addition, the right to sell your prefabricated house must be given to Lin alone!"
Lin Qingyuan's eyes were bright, and he no longer had the decadent air of being addicted to makeup and powder before.
"I want the Di tribe map to have no conflict with your business, or it will bring more convenience in the future." Song Liyun was full of confidence.
"As for the prefabricated house... I won't give you all the sales rights, but you can sell it on behalf of me."
Song Liyun wanted to use the prefabricated houses to build tribal houses, so it was impossible for Lin Qingyuan to make huge profits.
Lin Qingyuan sneered softly: "You can't exchange for a map by just selling on a consignment basis, unless you add another fur business, we will split it 30-70, you and I will get 70-70."
The two parties began a back-and-forth negotiation.
When Song Dekui heard Lin Qingyuan's baht exchange, he couldn't help but said with a dark face: "You also said that there is any difference between you and Mr. Lin. They are both greedy ghosts who eat people without spitting out their bones. Your elder brother is robbing openly, but you are robbing secretly. You are worthy of the title.
Came out of a nest."
Lin Qingyuan was a little displeased. He knew what kind of virtue his brother-in-law had, even if the wind blew in front of him, he would have to swallow a handful, so he said coldly: "Boss Song, have you seen my noble brother-in-law?"
"Ha, not only have I seen your noble brother, but everyone in Qili County has seen his butt!" Song Dekui laughed.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Lin Qingyuan suddenly regained his energy, "Tell me, what does it mean that everyone in the city has seen his butt?"
"Why are you pretending to be confused?"
"You don't know..." Song Liyun and Song Dekui said in unison.
"What don't you know? It's been three or four months since I arrived in the grassland... Tell me, what exactly happened in Qili County?"
Song Liyun and Song Dekui looked at each other and realized that Lin Qingyuan in front of them didn't know about the feud between their family and Mr. Lin.
How can you say this!
After half an hour, the matter between the Song family and Mr. Lin was explained clearly.
Lin Qingyuan was still smiling at first, listening with great interest.
When he learned that Lin Qinghua was testifying in the name of the eldest son of the Lin family, Jiang Feng refused to show his face at all, and was tricked by Song Lizheng, who then ordered Jiang County Magistrate to get slapped in public.
Lin Qingyuan laughed so inconspicuously that he fell to the ground rolling and laughing wildly.
After a while, he stopped talking and sat up, rubbing his belly that hurt from laughing, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes and saying, "Lin Qinghua is the most proud of the young masters of the aristocratic families in Pingyang City.
If this news spreads back, I'm afraid those ladies who admire him will be shocked."
Thinking of the beautiful faces of those pretty girls, Lin Qingyuan wanted to laugh again.
He still resisted the urge to laugh and said: "You must be careful, my brother-in-law will never give up on taking revenge on you easily after he has been humiliated like this.
When Lin Qinghua was a child, she was able to patiently help the kitten grow up just because she was scratched by a kitten.
But when the kittens were giving birth, he crushed the kittens to death right in front of the mother cat’s eyes before they even opened their eyes, just to see the cat howl in pain.”
He did not say clearly that Lin Qinghua was not in good health and was taught by her mean aunt, so she had learned to look like a human and have a beast's heart, so she would not express her dissatisfaction openly.
If he was really spanked by the Qili County government and left silently, he would definitely be filled with bad feelings.
Coupled with the fact that there is also the head aunt who is eager to protect her son, the Song family's affairs are definitely not over.
However, for him, this matter was very satisfying.
With the Qili County Magistrate and the Song family in front of them to attract firepower, Lin Qinghua, who was like a snake and a scorpion, had been neglecting himself for some time.
Hearing what Lin Qingyuan said, Song Liyun's heart sank. Although she did not ignore the hatred of Mr. Lin, she did feel a little relieved because of Lin Qinghua's departure.
Moreover, Zhao Tingduo said that he would put pressure on Lin Qinghua through the Qi family business in the future.
Now it seems that this is obviously not enough.
She set her sights on Lin Qingyuan.
Speaking of which, the person who knows Young Master Lin best and the person who hates Young Master Lin the most is his own half-brother.
"Mr. Lin, don't you want to say something?
As far as I know, your brother has invested money in Zuichun Tower and Jinxi Tower in Qili County. He has to find ways to find money when his hands are tight.
What would happen if he knew you had private money in secret?" Song Liyun wrote lightly.
Lin Qingyuan's smile gradually faded, and in a blink of an eye his face turned gloomy: What else could happen, he would definitely be knocked to the bone and sucked out the marrow.
Not only was Ru Zhuge exposed and all his money was transferred to the public, his aunt would be severely punished, but even her sister who had married into the Qi family would also be implicated.
Looking at Song Liyun's confident expression, he still didn't understand something: he had been caught in a weak spot.
Lin Qingyuan only felt the blood boiling in his heart: With such a handle in hand, this woman is really his nemesis.
Song Liyun didn't really want to control him. As soon as he finished speaking, he added: "As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. You and I have no enmity. The only one we need to guard against is Lin Qinghua, so why not cooperate again."
Lin Qingyuan thought for a moment.
Although he was still wondering why he had never heard the saying "the enemy of my enemy is my friend" since it was a common saying, he still agreed with this view.
Although I and Song Liyun had some disagreements before, they were beaten by Song Dekui in public, so they were no longer mentioned.
Now not only is there no conflict of interest, but there is a prefabricated house business to cooperate with, and now we have to face Lin Qinghua's calculations and revenge, and we really have to go to one place.
"Okay, Manager Song, why don't you tell me what your plans are?"
Lin Qingyuan decided to turn his back on guests and let Song Liyun make the decision.
"First tell me how the war is going in the Mida Valley? How do you differentiate between the tribes on the grassland?"
Song Liyun asked this at the beginning.
Father, like son.
In her opinion, Lin Qingyuan was from the Wu Dynasty and had been in Dilu Grassland for several months, so it was easier to see the situation clearly.
But Lin Qingyuan never mentioned it, for fear of being asked by himself.