The farce in the front hall ended without end, and the uncle called Mi Xiayao to the next room.
The uncle and nephew sat face to face, and she asked Song Qiao to put the silver coins that were ready to be cashed out on the table.
"Sure enough, a friend in need is a friend indeed. If you are a junior like you who is dedicated to saving my father, our Mi family will be rewarded for cultivating our juniors over the years."
The uncle's serious words made Mi Xiayao sneer in her heart.
Who wouldn't say polite words on the surface? She is not the kind of person who needs to be flattered.
"Uncle, please don't say that. It would be heartbreaking if I were the only one among the younger generation who only devoted myself to my grandpa."
As always, her words were bloody.
As soon as she finished speaking, the uncle's face became visibly worried.
The room was in an awkward situation where he couldn't answer anything. The uncle coughed a few times and said, "I saw Xiao Duan last time. He is now the secretary of the Ministry of Etiquette. Although he is a minor official, he is still in the court after all."
Maybe you can help us and come up with a trick."
The implicit meaning behind these words was that Mi Xiayao should bow down to Duan Honglin.
She raised her eyelids and glanced at her uncle.
"After all, we have been married for many years, so if we quarrel at the bedside, we should make peace at the end of the bed." The uncle coughed awkwardly.
"Uncle, I have calculated this taels of silver, and I can give almost a few taels of silver to everyone in the prison. I have investigated a few people in the past few days who may be able to lend a helping hand. Wait for me..."
"Miss Lao San, you are a little too decisive in doing this, aren't you?!"
Before Mi Xiayao could finish her words, an angry voice from outside penetrated the entire courtyard.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Mi pushed open the door and barged in, looking angrily at the junior sitting in the seat.
The uncle stood up in confusion and began to persuade him, "If you have anything to say, please tell me. We are all a family."
"You stopped using Buzhuang? Really?" Mi Erye pointed at Mi Xiayao's nose and asked.
The cloth shop he was talking about was the same shop where Mi Xia Yao and Song Qiao had made all the ready-made clothes in stock thickened and ready for use a few days ago.
Seeing the hysterical appearance of my relatives, I didn't know it, and thought that the cloth shop was under the name of Mr. Mi Er.
Mi Xiayao was not at all flustered by the aggressive attack. She even leisurely picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea to moisten her throat.
"The cloth shop is not well managed. It is a shop under my father's name. As my father's biological daughter, of course I have the right to buy it.
"Second uncle, what's going on?"
Mi Xiayao knew what she was asking, and her bright face with a decent smile made people unable to find anything wrong for a moment.
The uncle didn't know the whole story. He looked at his second brother and then his niece, and for a moment he didn't know who to persuade.
Mr. Mi Er was really suffocated by her frank look.
"Well, Buzhuang, I have other plans to make, why don't you discuss it with the elders!? You, a junior, do you still have elders like me in your eyes?!
"From what I see, you clearly have a conflict with your husband's family. You want to come to the capital to seek our support. In the end, the only person who supported you is gone. You just want to do whatever you want in the capital, right?!"
Master Mi became angry and cursed him.
"Second brother!" The uncle's eyelids jumped upon hearing this.
In these days, he actually saw Mi Xiayao busy collecting money in order to manage the wardens in the prison.
Enjoying the pleasure of having a junior share his worries, at this juncture Mi Xiayao was scolded by the second child and left.
He can't spend that much money to punish the wardens.
My father's life is important, but he also has his own family.
Which one is more important, he has quietly made his choice in the past few days.
"There must be some misunderstanding among you. We are all a family. If there is any misunderstanding, let's just sit down and talk about it. Is there any business that we need to break up with our family members?!"
The uncle took Mr. Mi's arm and tried to sit down.
Mr. Mi immediately shook off the other party's hand and said angrily to his uncle: "The business I talked about with you last time has now been completely ruined by this good niece!"
"With that noble man!?" the uncle asked in surprise.
Mi Xiayao looked at the two uncles in front of her talking as if they were playing riddles.
Soon the uncle's expression also changed. He turned to look at Mi Xiayao and said after careful consideration: "Ayao, this matter is indeed your fault. Why don't you discuss such a big decision with our elders first?
"
Mi Xiayao saw such a quick turn of face, remembered it in her heart, and just sneered.
How could she not know what Buzhuang was doing secretly?
In his last life, Mr. Mi had coveted her father's shop in Beijing for a long time, so he deliberately used his name as the head of the cloth shop to deal with a wealthy family.
On the surface, it looks like it is doing a normal cloth shop business, but behind the scenes, it is helping aristocratic families deal with those unconventional silver coins.
For this kind of dangerous behavior, they didn't use their own shop, but they chose to use the shop under her father's name to do this kind of business.
My father in his previous life had most of his assets confiscated because of this, and he was in ruins ever since. He was even slandered, and his body was completely wiped out.
Her father was able to get to that point, and they were the ones who hindered him along the way!
The first thing she did when she returned to the capital, besides saving her grandfather, was to deal with this dirty tumor.
It would be really embarrassing to touch the cakes of these relatives.
"I still say the same thing. This shop is under my father's name. It is natural for me to handle the shop as his direct heir."
Her frank and confident words severely blocked the two guilty uncles.
Second Master Mi doesn't care about rescuing his father or giving money to someone he took advantage of. How can he cooperate with aristocratic families now that he no longer has a cloth shop under his boss!?
"You don't think it's embarrassing for a girl to go out to discuss business, but I still think it's disgusting!" Mr. Mi used his trump card.
He tried to use the female ring to bind Mi Xiayao.
But Mi Xiayao was no longer a thin-skinned girl. She stood up calmly, looked at her uncle, curled her lips and sneered: "Uncle, I just put the money here. What I just said is very true.
Clear."
Then, she turned around and walked out of Mi Mansion without even looking at Mr. Mi, who was so angry that his face was almost the color of pig liver.
Just as she was on the carriage, Mr. Mi was in the Mi Mansion with a gloomy expression.
"You're just a junior, how dare you ignore me!?"
The uncle was in a dilemma. He hesitated for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly.
Here, as soon as Mi Xiayao's carriage walked onto the road, a more gorgeous carriage blocked her way.
Song Qiao got off the carriage and came back up, telling her, "Madam, a big shot has blocked our way. They are unwilling to name themselves and insist that we follow his carriage for a while..."