After thinking about it, Jia Cong's operation was quite reliable.
Using flower dew to make prescriptions in exchange for the management rights of the printing workshop and bookstore owned by the General's Mansion, even if it was really exposed, the consequences would not be that serious.
Even if the old lady and the second wife are not happy and want to cause trouble for Jia Cong, they have to ask the elder if he agrees.
The property of Jiangjun Mansion has nothing to do with Rongguo Mansion.
Acting in spite of this would be a sign of poaching Jia Lian, but he didn't care.
The printing workshop and bookstore of the General's Mansion were small in scale and could not make any money, so they could not attract the attention of Mr. Lian at all.
If he really takes charge and takes over the Jiangjun Mansion's property, he might directly sell these two money-losing businesses.
"You have to think carefully, you won't regret it after taking over the printing workshop and bookstore!"
Although he had already agreed to the deal in his heart, Jia Lian still confirmed in the end: "You have to exchange for the flower dew prescription, no tricks are allowed!"
"Don't worry, Brother Lian, I know what's going on!"
Jia Cong showed a big smile. He didn't expect things to go so smoothly. It seems that Lian Er does have a clear conscience. If it were Wang Xifeng...
"Boy, don't be too careless!"
Jia Lian breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but remind him: "Those people in charge below don't have a fuel-efficient lamp!"
hehe……
After hearing the reminder, Jia Cong smiled happily. Even if Lian Er was so thoughtful, he couldn't deceive this guy.
"Don't worry, Brother Lian, I've already been prepared!"
Changing the topic, Jia Cong smiled and told the whole story of the Hualu incident, as well as the risks of the possible spread of the technology.
The more Jia Lian listened, the uglier his face became. He wanted to be angry but instead angrily accused Jia Cong of not being a son of a man. He wanted to teach Jia Cong a lesson to relieve his anger.
However, when he saw the presence of the old god Jia Cong, he immediately moved with his clever mind. Instead of getting angry in a hurry, he asked tentatively: "Looking at the look of the third brother, there is obviously a way to alleviate the loss, right?"
He didn't want to make long-term money from the flower dew business, but it had to last for a year or two, right?
Before coming, Jia Lian had already calculated clearly that the annual profit from the flower dew business was more than 10,000 taels, which was enough to make his life quite comfortable.
"You can't hide it from Brother Lian!"
Jia Cong smiled playfully and pointed it out directly: "There are so many rich people in Jiangnan. As long as you can successfully sell flower dew to Jiangnan, it is quite easy to make money!"
Jiangnan?
Jia Lian said dissatisfied: "Third brother, you don't know the depth of the water in the south of the Yangtze River..."
There was no mention of the four major families at all, and it was obvious that he had no intention of actively exposing himself, and at the same time he was extremely distrustful of the people from his hometown in Jinling.
"Brother Lian is confused!"
Jia Cong really didn't understand. Could it be that the Salt Patrol Censor was not important enough? One or two of them completely ignored this person's existence.
"Sister Lin's father is very powerful in Yangzhou, a wealthy place!"
You don't need a heavy hammer to hit the drum. It's so clear. If Jia Lian hasn't reacted yet, he has to think carefully about this guy's brain capacity.
"Haha, third brother is still clever!"
As expected, Jia Lian reacted, his eyes changed when he looked at Jia Cong, and he suddenly said: "No wonder my wife has been taking so much care of my cousin of the Lin family in recent months, and she even wanted to stand up for my cousin of the Lin family, even at the cost of offending the old lady. This is the reason!
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I heard such rumors before and thought it was untrue. When did your wife become so stubborn?
It turns out it’s because of the money...
"That's for sure!"
Curling his lips, Jia Cong said disdainfully: "To put it bluntly, among the younger generation in the entire mansion, except for Brother Lian, who can compare to Sister Lin in terms of status?"
I won’t continue here, but the unfinished meaning is quite obvious.
Looking at what happened to Lin Daiyu after entering the house, some people thought she was a poor relative.
Jia Lian's face turned red and he was quite embarrassed. He didn't take his cousin Lin Daiyu seriously before, but now...
"It seems that I will have to fawn over my cousin Lin from now on!"
Pretending to be distressed and shaking his head, Jia Lian stood up and waved his hands and said: "I will take over the prescription. As for the printing workshop and bookstore of the General's Mansion, I don't care what you do to me, but you can't make too much noise!"
"When the time comes, Brother Lian will have to come forward to help calm things down!"
Jia Cong was not polite and directly made a request: "When the time comes, Brother Lian, please don't refuse, otherwise I will be sad!"
"You little naughty boy!"
Jia Lian left with excitement on his face. He had to take advantage of the season to make a batch of flower dew and sell it to Jiangnan through Uncle Lin's relationship to make a lot of money.
Hey!
Finally taking the most important step, Jia Cong showed an unabashed happy smile on his face. He had to make careful calculations after returning.
The next day, when I arrived at the clan school, I called out to all the younger brothers and gathered around me.
"Don't leave in a hurry after school, I have important instructions!"
Naturally, one of the younger disciples from the clan school did not hesitate, which made the other clan students very envious.
They all hang out in ethnic studies. How can the actions of Jia Cong and his group be hidden from the eyes of other ethnic studies students?
Apart from other things, the mere act of copying books in exchange for money made my classmates, who also came from poor families but were extremely lazy and unwilling to ‘make progress’, very unhappy.
We agreed to fall into trouble together, but in the end, you all worked hard to make progress, copying books and earning money, which is so shameless.
As the supervisor of ethnic studies, the 18-year-old Jia Ruiyou, the grandson of Mr. Jia Dairu, felt aggrieved. Why wasn't he given half of such a good thing?
This guy was just a paper tiger, and he wanted to secretly threaten and extort money, but he was blocked by Jia Cong and a group of younger men, who beat him severely, and he suddenly became calm and peaceful.
Jia Cong especially looked down on this guy. He was already eighteen years old. He was forced by Jia Dairu to practice calligraphy, but he turned out to be too lazy to work hard.
In fact, Jia Cong did not close the opportunity to copy books. He even secretly ordered Jia Yun's older brothers to quietly inform the other classmates who did not actively participate that they could also copy books in exchange for money.
As a result, no one responded or said anything, and people were still envious and jealous when they should be, and there were even strange remarks that they didn't like the progress of certain people. It's no wonder that Jia Cong didn't give face.
Damn, it’s really a bunch of mud that can’t hold up the wall!
In such an atmosphere, even if the classroom order can be barely maintained, self-study reading cannot be achieved.
It just so happened that the bookstore obtained through Hualou Prescription this time would serve as the base camp for Jia Cong and his younger brothers. They were too lazy to continue wasting time on family studies.
It's not that I look down on people. If I ask Jia Cong to teach me, as long as there is no real problem with my brain, it won't be a problem to work hard for a few years and become a Tongsheng or even a scholar.
As for ethnic studies, if you find good students who are motivated, you can recruit them into the group at that time. For other students who are willing to degenerate, let them continue to rot...