The Coal Coal Trading Company that I have been planning and preparing for a long time is finally about to open.
Princess Changle was as happy as a chirping magpie.
I packed up early in the morning and took a carriage to Cheng Mansion to find Cheng Ying'er.
Oops, it’s still the Tang Dynasty Changle Carbon Co., Ltd.
This name sounds very impressive when I hear it. After Aye knows it, she will definitely be proud of me. Every time she thinks of this, Princess Changle is full of energy and walks with vigor.
She is the eldest princess who can solve problems for her father, not like the sisters in the palace who only act coquettishly and cutely!
After these few days of diagnosis and treatment, Mrs. Sun's condition miraculously began to improve. Although she can't get out of bed now, she can already sit on the edge of the bed. She was in particularly good spirits this morning and drank more than half a bowl of millet porridge.
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The whole Cheng family was filled with joy.
"Ying'er, you don't have to guard me every day. Go out and do your work. Just think of it as a way to relax -"
"Go, go - don't keep Princess Changle waiting..."
Cheng Yaojin also urged with a smile.
Since the last time I went back, that bitch Wang Zi'an has disappeared, and there is no further story about the marriage that has been shown off, which makes Cheng Yaojin very confused.
But if you can hide, a monk can't hide in a temple. How can you, you piece of shit, fly up from where you are?
If it weren't for the fact that his wife couldn't live without someone during this period, Lao Cheng would have come to kill her.
But today is fine.
When the business opens, that bitch Wang Zi'an will definitely go there too. What a great opportunity to connect emotionally.
Hey, it’s really difficult for me, an old father.
Cheng Ying'er's face turned red and she followed Princess Changle out half-pushed.
"Sister Ying'er, why are your cheeks so red? Could it be that you have a fever?"
Looking at her good best friend with rosy cheeks, Princess Changle asked with concern on her face.
Hearing this, Cheng Ying'er staggered on her feet, coughed slightly, and forced herself to steady herself.
"No, no - I am, I am hot, yes, hot -"
Princess Changle tightened her fur tightly with a puzzled look on her face. It was so cold in this damn weather.
But she quickly put this little doubt behind her.
"It's opening today. By the way, that good-looking and well-spoken Wang Zi'an will also be there - oh, he cooks very well - Hey, sister Ying'er, sister Ying'er, are you okay?
Why are you turning even redder..."
Although Wang Zi'an repeatedly told them that the storefront did not need to be large, nor did she need to find a good location, Princess Changle still bought a large courtyard with two entrances in the most prosperous area of the West Market, and there was a spacious area outside.
's store.
Looking at this extraordinary facade, Wang Zi'an couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Are you serious about opening a coal trading company in this location and with such a big facade?
Well, we can leave one door open to the Coal Coal Company and use the rest for other purposes.
As for perfume and the like, he had no intention of opening it in the West Market.
A box of something that sells for hundreds of dollars would be devaluing one's own worth by opening it in the West Market.
At this time, it was almost eleven o'clock in the morning, and the front door of the Coal Coal Trading Company was already extremely busy.
I don’t know where Ma Zhou and Li Yifu found so many jugglers. From east to west, there was a sea of people.
When they saw Wang Zi'an coming with Li Chengqian, the "Grand Sun Steward" who was in charge of welcoming guests at the door, and Kong Gaoming, the steward of the Confucius Mansion with a thin and long neck, immediately came over with smiles on their faces and saluted Wang Zi'an respectfully.
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"I've seen Mr. Wang - several of you, please come in -"
As he said that, he was going to lead a few people.
Wang Zi'an waved his hand casually.
"You are busy with your business, don't worry about us——"
"Steward Changsun" and Steward Kong didn't force themselves. They smiled and gave a salute, then stood back. There were quite a lot of guests here today, and it was indeed quite busy. However, all the large caravans with high-profile names in Chang'an City were there.
Received the post.
Although during this period, Ma Zhou and others arranged a lot of publicity, but many people were still skeptical.
Is charcoal heating and cooking reliable?
Who doesn't know that this stuff is poisonous and can kill people if used?
But the person who posted the post has a tough face.
The one that fell was Kong Yingda’s.
Among these wealthy businessmen in Chang'an, who would dare not to give this man some face?
Therefore, a lot of people came this time, not only many wealthy businessmen came, but also many young children of the family.
In the courtyard, a stage was also set up, and the top names invited from who knows which brothel were singing and dancing on it. A group of fat-headed guys sat down one by one, drinking tea, eating cakes, and watching the excitement.
At this time, naturally no one would act stupidly like a pig. Everyone is a decent person, a regular visitor to Pingkangfang, and someone who has seen the world.
But there still needs to be rewards.
It doesn't matter whether you understand it or not, as long as the girl sings, just clap your hands from below and throw money up and that's it.
Not short of money!
"When you grow up, you hate the lack of pleasure, but you are willing to love a daughter of gold and smile lightly. I hold a wine for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers..."
When Wang Zi'an led Sun Simiao and Wang and the two of them in, on the color booth, a popular singer with pretty features and a graceful figure was singing affectionately the song "Spring in the Jade House" written by Wang Zi'an.
, which attracted bursts of applause.
"The person is beautiful, the song is good, and the lyrics are also good - it really expresses the feelings of our generation -"
A fat and wealthy businessman touched his belly with a look of emotion on his face.
Wang Zi'an couldn't help but glance at him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Just like this body, which has been emptied by wine and sex, there is still very little fun. If you add more, you will be paralyzed and the woman's belly will be unable to move up and down...
"Man, what a good vision! This wording is really good——"
Wang Zi'an gave everyone a thumbs up sincerely.
The old man immediately felt like a confidant, and quickly moved his seat, showing his big belly, and greeted me warmly and politely.
"What's your surname, this little brother? Come, sit here - I can tell at a glance that this little brother is a member of my generation..."
Wang Zi'an, Li Chengqian, Sun Simiao, Wang He and others sat down.
Well, the location here is very good, and the angle to see the girl is very tricky!
Ahem, the girl on the stage looks--ahem, she can sing really well!
Wang Zi'an and the others were sitting, bragging nonsense with the big-bellied man, and enjoying the songs and dances of the Tang Dynasty. Well, mainly they were enjoying it.
Unbeknownst to him, someone in the crowd looked at him calmly and then retreated.
Not far away, in a small alley, a guy in green clothes walked quickly to a carriage with a low curtain and said in a low voice.
"Master Qi, that boy has indeed appeared——"
"Well, let's stick to the plan - he's just a country guy who doesn't know the heights of the world, and he wants to step on us. I really don't know how to write the word "death"..."
A cold and plain voice sounded from inside the carriage.