Chapter 125 The top honor, can I still be short of those two money?
Chapter 125: Can the top nobles still lack the money? (Sixth of ten updates, please subscribe)
Old man Zhao was a little confused. "So, benefactor, what do you mean..."
"What Cheng wants to know is whether the Western Regions glaze products are only for sale, or are they made by yourself?"
"Of course I made it myself. To be honest with my benefactor, the method of making Western Regions Glaze is actually not difficult. The required ores are everywhere."
"Our Zhao family's Western Region Glass Workshop is not that big. After all, there are several jewelry shops selling this item in Chang'an City."
"Although the color of the Western Region's colored glaze is far inferior to that of the general's colored glaze.
But you can’t afford the high quality and low price of this thing. Which lady doesn’t want more colors in her headdress?”
Cheng Chubi believes that it is natural to love beauty, especially women. Who doesn’t like colorful things?
Cheng Chubi knew that the greatest use of Western Regions colored glaze, or rather glass, was not in making jewelry.
But because of its high quality and low price, it can be used...
The crystal beaker he made flashed in Cheng Chubi's eyes, as did his empty money box.
I thought of fired glass products and big boxes full of yellow and white things...
I also thought about how my father, Cheng Yaojin, was fighting for the future of so many men in the old Cheng family a few days ago.
In order for the children to have money and silk, they can buy a house and gather a beautiful wife.
The noble bully who kills many people has to cross his legs and think about how to do business to make money to support his family.
Cheng Chubi couldn't help but feel hot in his eyes, and felt sour in his heart. Alas, what about himself?
Think about yourself, having traveled to this time, you have become the most beautiful cub of the old Cheng family.
I spend most of my time either showing off my incredible cooking skills or drinking and eating meat with my gang of friends.
Or they just show off their medical expertise, but never seriously consider what they have done for the prosperity and well-being of the old Cheng family?
Cheng Laosan, who is responsible for appearance, culture, and art in Duke Lu’s Mansion, feels guilty about himself.
As Cheng Chubi suddenly stopped speaking, his brows were furrowed, he sighed, and his eyes were sad.
The old man Zhao was so confused that he was beating in his heart. "My dear friend, could it be that it's an old age disease..."
"No, no, no, you misunderstood. I just thought of something and felt a little emotional. It has nothing to do with your illness, Mr. Zhao."
Cheng Chubi quickly waved his hand, his expression serious, that's all, he was not in business, so there was no need to beat around the bush.
No matter how hard you try, you can't get around this old man Zhao who has been in business all his life.
"How should I put it... I wonder if Mr. Zhao's glass workshop is willing to change hands?"
When Mr. Zhao heard this, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and made a decision on the spot.
"Mr. Cheng, if you want it, it's no problem. It doesn't cost any money. Tomorrow, I will personally hand over the contract of the Liuli Workshop to my benefactor."
"???"
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Cheng Chubi was stunned for a while before he came to his senses, his head shaking rapidly.
"No, no, no, Mr. Zhao, our Cheng family never does anything like that."
"My lord, what you said is wrong..." Mr. Zhao also straightened his face and said to Cheng Chubi.
"You saved the old man's life. How can a small glaze workshop be more important than my life?"
"During this period, I have been thinking about what to give to my benefactor to express our gratitude to our benefactor."
"That stupid bitch, I even came up with the idea of just giving him a few carts of money..."
As soon as Mr. Zhao said these words, Cheng Chubi's eyes lit up.
I saw old man Zhao slapping the case with an indignant look on his face. "It's vulgar, it's just unbearably vulgar."
I just like vulgarity. Cheng Chubi touched his face, always feeling that this old guy was burying vulgar people like him.
"I think my benefactor was born and he is one of the top nobles of the Tang Dynasty. How can I still be short of those two dollars?"
Our old Cheng family is really short of money. In order to make medical tools, I almost pawned my crotch cloth...
Cheng Chubi smacked his lips and said, "Come on, the old Cheng family has a strict family tradition, and some family scandals must not be made public after all."
"So, I'm really worried. I don't think my benefactor is interested in the Western Region Glazed Workshop. This is my blessing."
"If you still dare to say that you have half a penny, then I, Zhao Zhengyang, can't have the face to face my benefactor again."
Looking at this old man Zhao who was making beautiful words one after another, he finally found out that this old businessman's name was Zhao Zhengyang.
In short, if Cheng Chubi dared to give him even a penny, it would be an insult to him, Zhao Zhengyang, and he would look down upon him, a businessman who was the last among the four people.
Having said this, Cheng Chubi really couldn't say any more.
After all, he was a patient who had his own prostate removed. Cheng Chubi also learned about Zhao Zhengyang’s situation from Sun Simiao.
His family's business is very large in Chang'an City, and they even have business in places like Jiangnan and Jinyang.
The important thing is that although Zhao Zhengyang is only a merchant, he has a good reputation and can be regarded as an outstanding example among Chang'an merchants.
Otherwise, Sun Simiao, a noble medical expert of the Tang Dynasty, would not have had to deal with a businessman with a poor reputation and ruined his reputation.
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Cheng Chubi made up his mind and raised his head.
"Since Mr. Zhao has already mentioned this, if Mr. Cheng doesn't accept it, it will appear that I am hypocritical."
Zhao Zhengyang breathed a sigh of relief, but heard Cheng Chubi say again.
"Liulicongfang, I only want 90% of the dry shares, and the remaining 10% will be left to Mr. Zhao. If Mr. Zhao is not happy, then it will be treated as if I, Cheng Chubi, have never been here."
Zhao Zhengyang looked at Cheng Chubi, who had a very serious expression. Instead of being unhappy, he was filled with joy.
"No problem, of course there is no problem. Don't worry, my benefactor, I will definitely manage it well.
Ninety percent of the dividends from this Liulicong Workshop will be sent to your house on a monthly basis."
Seeing that Cheng Chubi had no objections, Zhao Zhengyang turned around and greeted with a happy face.
"Here, bring me a pen and ink! My benefactor, we will write down the contract document right now, if my benefactor is free.
Well, there is no need for my benefactor to come forward, I will go to the Yamen myself to take care of things and leave a file..."
"It's okay. It's Cheng's turn to come forward. Cheng is going to come forward."
Zhao Zhengyang picked up a pen and started writing furiously. Naturally, he was very good at drafting contracts.
After three times and five times two, the three contracts were all written neatly. Cheng Chubi glanced at them a few times.
Not feeling that there were any unfavorable terms for himself or the Cheng family, he and Zhao Zhengyang pressed their respective fingerprints.
Cheng Chubi asked if he could take him to Liulifang first to see if he needed to make some utensils.
"Of course there is no problem, but it is already noon, so I would like to ask my benefactor to have some food here."
"After eating, we went out to the Chang'an County Yamen. How about we sign the contract and then go out of the city to the workshop?"
Can Cheng Chubi object to an experienced driver like Mr. Zhao who is well-informed and knowledgeable? Of course not.
After a short while, the maids of Zhao Mansion, who had beautiful or picturesque eyebrows, came over one after another carrying dishes and cups.
This scene is far more eye-catching and more appetizing than the old Cheng family's gang of burly men serving food with their shirts bare and their chest hair exposed.