Chapter 461: His Royal Highness King Wei is speaking to His Majesty in the hall at the moment (
Chapter 461 His Royal Highness the King of Wei is currently speaking to His Majesty in the palace (please subscribe and vote)
Cheng Chubi looked at the father and son. Well, they really deserve to be father and son. Their thoughts continued so smoothly, and they even considered the subsequent development clearly.
It seemed that he was right to leave the things to the Zhao family for management. Cheng Chubi laughed. "Don't worry, there is one more thing..."
Then he opened another box and took out the rosemary-scented soap and moisturizing cream...
After a while, Cheng Chubi continued to maintain an inscrutable smile and took out mint-flavored soap and thermal cream...
When the father and son left the Cheng Mansion and boarded their carriage, Zhao Zhengyang and Zhao Xian, father and son, sat in the car blankly.
Moreover, there was a small box in front of the two of them. Inside, there were samples of several soaps and moisturizing creams.
After getting into the car, the father and son kept staring at the thing, as if it was a box of pearls or gold.
"Dad, my child feels that his face hurts...a little bit hot."
After looking at it for a long time, Zhao Xian couldn't help but reach out and touch both sides of his cheeks. The smell of clove on his face was still so comfortable.
"Who asked you to wash your face so hard? Didn't you see so many boxes around the Third Young Master?"
Zhao Zhengyang glared at his own son with some hatred.
On weekdays, he is quite smart when doing business, but just now in Cheng Mansion, he was so down-to-earth, as if he wanted to peel off a piece of his face even after washing his face.
Zhao Xian smiled slightly embarrassedly and couldn't help but sigh.
"Dad, that Young Master Cheng is really a man of magical means. The pancake he made is as good as jade, and it also has a wonderful fragrance."
"Well, if we follow the Third Young Master's approach, then these soaps will definitely become a good product that the dignitaries in Chang'an City are flocking to."
Zhao Zhengyang nodded slightly and said, "Every time we sell these soaps, there are four kinds of these top-quality soaps with strange fragrances..."
"I believe that there will be people who are willing to pay a high price to buy the soap rolls from those people.
Just to get those four different scented soaps and moisturizers that you can’t even buy.”
"It's a pity that there are only 200 units a month. According to my father's opinion, even if you have 20,000 units a month, the entire Chang'an City can be sold out in one day."
Zhao Zhengyang and his son were muttering and lamenting the miraculous methods of Third Young Master Cheng, who was loading his luggage.
Well, as a food supplier, daily chemical products supplier, and underground liquor smuggler to the Tang Dynasty, Cheng Chubi felt that he had almost turned into a small vendor in the royal department store.
But what can we do? The pork is our own, the chicken essence is our own, and the essence of the wine is our own...
Cheng Chubi counted on his fingers for a long time. Except for pork, the thrifty Cheng Laosan was not willing to sell anything else.
After all, for more than a year, he had received a salary of five copper coins. When he thought of this, Cheng Laosan became particularly unhappy.
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Cheng Chubi looked at the heavy modified version in front of him that was filled with various gadgets, a backpack-style treatment box, and a food box placed next to it. Life is really difficult...
The Imperial Palace, the Imperial Palace of the Tang Dynasty occupies a large area, but Cheng Chubi did not have the privilege of riding into the palace, so he could only carry a heavy luggage and move forward in a hurry.
Next time, next time I must bring the entire treatment box with wheels, otherwise I will have to pay it back endlessly and the burden on my shoulders will become heavier day by day.
It's like the pressure of life wants to overwhelm the old Cheng family's responsibility for appearance.
I'm only sixteen years old, okay? I'm still in the growth stage. If I really can't grow because of the weight I'm carrying, who can I talk to to explain?
Cheng Chubi was complaining crazily while carrying a heavy treatment box. Fortunately, it was summer.
Presumably there will not be a princess with bad eyesight who cheers and shouts in the distance that the big stupid bear is coming.
Cheng Chubi raised his lips happily when he thought of the lovely and intelligent Princess Li Mingda of Jinyang, this lovely and cute princess in the royal eye.
Although she has a very distinguished status, she does not have the habit of being spoiled, even when she is getting along with herself, even at a young age.
It just makes you mistakenly think that her IQ is no less than that of those eleven or twelve year old girls.
After walking and walking, we finally arrived at the Manna Hall. Just outside the hall, Cheng Chubi saw Zhao Kun approaching him with a big grin on his face.
Cheng Chubi was like an underground gang leader, looking around vigilantly while putting down the heavy treatment box. "Uncle Zhao, isn't the empress here?"
Zhao Kun happily took the essence of four, um, five bottles of wine from Cheng Chubi, and the head of the guard with a shaggy beard expressed it to Cheng Chubi in a very cryptic manner.
From the day he was willing to become the spokesperson for the wine essence to cure aphthous ulcers, Cheng Chubi wisely stuffed an extra bottle of the wine essence into the palace.
There is no way, as the saying goes, the king of hell is easy to meet, but the kid is difficult to deal with. Well, a big and heavyweight kid like Zhao Kun is even rarer, and Cheng Chubi thinks he can't afford to offend him.
As long as this rough old man doesn't speak ill of himself in front of Uncle Li, what does the essence of a bottle of wine mean?
Although this fat and muscular old man should not be able to blow His Majesty's pillow wind, it is not impossible if other winds blow.
"Don't worry, he's not here yet... By the way, His Royal Highness King Wei is speaking to His Majesty in the palace at the moment."
"King Wei..." Cheng Chubi couldn't help but be startled. He had heard about this fat son of Uncle Li's family for a long time, but he had never seen him before.
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Just as Cheng Chubi was muttering to Zhao Kun in a low voice, he heard Uncle Li's loud voice coming from inside the palace door.
"Is Cheng Sanlang coming outside? Zhao Kun, let him come in..."
Cheng Chubi could only straighten his clothes, and walked into the Manna Hall carrying the heavy treatment box in one hand and the food box in the other. There were several ice basins in the hall at this moment.
The ice in the ice basin is slowly melting, and the cold air emitted makes the room indoors at least a few degrees cooler than outside.
It made people feel comfortable. Cheng Chubi's eyes first caught sight of Uncle Li who was smiling and waving to him.
As soon as he moved his eyes, he saw, well, a young fat man with an excessive body shape, squatting opposite Uncle Li.
No, no, it's not squatting, he should be sitting. But with his physique, Cheng Chubi believed that this guy could be 250.
"My nephew has met my uncle and met His Highness..." Cheng Chubi stepped forward quickly, first saluted Uncle Li, and then turned his head and saluted Fatty Li.
Li Tai raised his eyelids, using his slit eyes that were very different from Uncle Li's.
Looking at the tall and heroic Cheng Sanlang in front of him, a gentle smile appeared on his fat face.
"It doesn't have to be like this. If Brother Chu Bi doesn't mind, just call me and give me a compliment."