Three days later, the Yujin Hall on the banks of Mochou Lake was gathered. Hua Houwei smiled and bowed to everyone: "I delay some things for a while, but it's not that Xiao Wang was deliberately neglecting it. Please forgive me!"

"Don't dare!" "Don't dare!"

An old voice came over: "Your Highness, my husband Zhou Hongmo, the palace has come down to Yingtian Mansion. I am rude and rude until I come to pay my respects!"

Hua Houwei didn't react at once, and Huang Xingchi whispered in his ear: "The Minister of Personnel in the Capital City, retired in the first year of Hongzhi."

Hua Houwei hurried over to greet him: "Sir, Zhu Houwei is young and does not recognize him. Please forgive me!"

Zhou Hongmo's face was flushed and he glanced around, then he proudly pretended to be humble: "Don't dare, please sit down by Your Highness, King of Wu."

After a lot of polite words, Hua Houwei looked upright and said loudly: "You are all gentry and wise men from Jiangnan. I am summoning you today to talk about the quota issue!"

The gentry's eyes focused on Zhou Hongmo. Zhou Hongmo smiled with satisfaction and said to Hua Houwei: "Your Highness, what quota?"

"I have been in Jiangnan for some time, and I believe everyone has heard of it. Master, our Jiangnan silk has entered industrialization and the price has dropped by 30%. But don't worry, I will still collect your raw silk openly, and the price remains unchanged! And," said this, Hua Houwei paused, glanced at the audience, and continued: "If you want, my steam spinning machine can be sold to everyone! The quota I mentioned is what we need to discuss in the future."

Boom, this sounded like a thunderbolt, instantly making these gentry burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. They had long been salivating for the steam spinning machine of the Textile Association. They had no connections and joined the King of Wu in front of them. Unexpectedly, the King of Wu was willing to sell them the treasure pot! The resentment that had accumulated for a long time disappeared, and the rest was all thanks to the King of Wu.

Zhou Hongmo spoke anxiously: "Your Highness, how do you calculate this quota?"

"Oh, this is simple! Those who join the Textile Association are qualified. Songjiang Prefecture has a total of 50 units. You can discuss the specific allocation plan yourself. Well, the cement factory can also release two places."

Zhou Hongmo leaned back and said lightly: "There are only fifty buildings in the huge Songjiang Mansion? Isn't it a little less?"

Hua Houwei smiled slightly: "My elder, there are quite a lot! Do you know how much cloth a steam engine produces?"

"Two?"

"Haha, ten pieces! Mr. Songjiang has a lot of cotton, but can fifty units be supplied?"

Zhou Hongmo frowned: "Your Highness, you can buy it from outside if you don't have enough cotton. I think fifty units are too few!"

"Mr. Zhou, Songjiang Prefecture is not the entire Jiangnan. I have to consider the needs of other places. I will give it to you. What should I do if there are other places?" Hua Houwei was a little impatient, but Zhou Hongmo, who looked at the snow-white beard, still explained patiently.

Zhou Hongmo was already seventy years old and a little confused. He didn't see Hua Houwei's intention at all, and he kept pestering: "Your Highness, why don't you give it ten more for me to give me the sake of my face?"

Hua Houwei's face turned gloomy and turned to look at Qin Hong with a bitter face. Qin Hong hurried over to smooth things over: "Master Zhou, there are really a lot of fifty units, I think it's better to listen to Your Highness."

"Hmph! Qin Hong, I remember you. When you first entered the Ministry of Rites to observe politics, I was already the Left Minister." Zhou Hongmo's words were a little rude, and the implication was that, what are you? When I was an official, you were still eating shit dolls, so do you care?

Hua Houwei was furious and pointed at Zhou Hongmo: "Zhou Hongmo! You dare to rely on your seniority in front of me? You are not afraid to tell you that anyone in Songjiang can buy a spinning machine, but your Zhou family is not! Lord Qin is your junior, and that is also the imperial official. It is your turn to preach, a retired official who is about to die. Where do you tell me about the imperial court?"

Thousands of miles away, someone was talking about this quota meeting: "Haha, Zhou Hongmo is so obscene. With his personality, he will definitely rely on his old minister to force Zhu Houwei. But what kind of personality is Zhu Houwei? How could he be the best talent that no one in this dynasty can be suppressed? Besides, Zhou Hongmo has always had a heart disease and will definitely have an attack on the spot! Then..."

As expected by the man, Zhou Hongmo's face turned red and white, and suddenly covered his chest and fell backwards! Hua Houwei was shocked and shouted: "Hurry, this is a heart disease, call the doctor!"

The doctor came soon, but unfortunately he was powerless! Hua Houwei waved his hand exhausted and stopped talking. Who is this person? He should not harm others at such an old age. When he ran here, he would make himself dirty. A good thing turned into a funeral in the blink of an eye! Hua Houwei turned around and left. It would be enough to deal with Qin Hong. Please avoid it yourself!

Wanniang chased after a few steps and caught up with Hua Houwei: "Your Highness, let's just go out of the city and have a walk?"

Hua Houwei sighed and rubbed Wanniang's head: "It's better for Wanniang, I know I'm upset. Forget it, there are still many things! Alas, a headache!"

"Your Highness, you can't finish your work, so you can do it tomorrow? People say that Qinhuai River is good. We have been to Nanjing for so long and have never been there." Wanniang's eyes flashed, and Hua Houwei suddenly felt soft.

The reason he took Wanniang in was because Wanniang's biological mother looked very much like Hua Houwei's ex-girlfriend. She spent many days together and regarded Wanniang as the little devil in her previous life. She really couldn't bear to refuse. "Well, okay! Xingchi, take people to follow!"

The Qinhuai River has left the decayed lotus and leaves, but the flower boats in the river are still swaying in the water.

He casually found a flower boat, and Hua Houwei and Wanniang got on the boat. The shiny old madam smiled and greeted her: "Young Master, do you want to taste the fragrance of Jieyuhua at such a young age?"

"Haha, Jie Yuhua? Today... Oh, I remembered, Wanniang, I have to go back, who? Leave a place for you!" A silver turf of ten taels was thrown on the table, and Hua Houwei pulled Wanniang and walked out!

The door of the flower boat slammed and a thin and gloomy man greeted Hua Houwei with a smile: "Prince, what else is there? Can you talk to the Sa family?"

"Who are you?" Hua Houwei simply put down his disguise and asked with a cold face.

"The mud comes from Chaos, and the white lotus appears in the prosperous era! Your Highness, aren't you unfamiliar with it?"

Wan Niang screamed: "You, are you lying to me?"

"Wanniang, where will my uncle hurt you?" A handsome scholar walked out of the cabin, and his eyes looked at Wanniang full of love.

Hua Houwei suddenly felt discouraged and asked softly: "Wanniang, why?"

Wanniang's tears suddenly flowed down, and she shook her head desperately: "Your Highness, I didn't mean it. Really! My uncle said he wanted to help you kill corrupt officials in the world..."
Chapter completed!