"Master, we don't build a house and don't dig mountains. What's the use of buying this thing?" Qingyin was puzzled.
Lian raised her eyebrows, narrowed her eyes slightly, and her thin lips pursed into a shallow curve, asking, "Do you remember Meiji?"
"Remember, that woman snatched the dragon pendant given to her disciple by her master, of course!" Qingyin gritted her teeth.
Seeing that the little disciple was still worried about the robbery of Long Pei, Lian couldn't help but remember that Xiaobao had been sent by him to the Dark Demon Palace for more than a month, so it was time to come back.
"Master..." Qingyin was about to ask Master Meiji, but when she saw Zhang Cheng coming with the bill, she immediately stopped.
"Young master, I've calculated it." Zhang Cheng looked at the final result, "There are 1,448 cars in total!"
Lian didn't reply, but just kept silent and looked at the bill on Zhang Cheng's hand intently. His eyes were as deep as the sea and his eyes were as dark as a pool.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhang Cheng jumped down, "Young Master? Youth?"
Lian raised her eyes and looked at him.
"It's already calculated. How much does the young master plan to buy this time?"
"I want another thousand." Lian said.
Hearing this, Zhang Cheng's face suddenly burst into laughter, but as he smiled, it turned into bitterness, "Young master, I'm afraid I won't succeed!"
"Why?" Lian frowned.
"The 448 carts of flint that Miss Mei ordered before are still being made. A small amount is still done, but you have placed such a large order, I'm afraid that it won't be done well in the first place. Miss Mei said,
The four hundred and forty-eight trains must be completed before the seventh day of the seventh month! I’m afraid that the ones you want later…”
Zhang Cheng said in a difficult manner.
Who has money and still has the reason to not make money?
The one thousand cars he had asked for before were secretly saved up by him in a few years.
Flint is very harmful and is not allowed to produce.
As a businessman, as long as it is a business that makes money, there is no reason not to do it.
I thought it would be enough to sell a thousand cars, but Miss Mei asked for more than four hundred cars behind her. Suddenly she wanted so many, and time was so tight that she had already made him very busy.
Now I have to have another thousand trains of trains. I can’t get it after three or five years.
"Since that's the case, you should do what she wants first. I will postpone what I want a little bit, there is no problem!" Lian said lightly, with shimmering light in her eyes.
It seemed like a deep pool, and a coldness seemed to pass through the depths of my eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.
"Okay, okay, okay!" Zhang Cheng sighed, obviously very satisfied with this arrangement.
"I will say goodbye first. I will come again when you finish this batch." Lian said expressionlessly, stood up, glanced at Qingyin, signaled to her, and left the hall.
Zhang Cheng sent the master and apprentice to the door and then returned to the village.
Qingyin was under the plaque of Zhuangzi, looking at the two words "Shi Kiln" and asked: "Master, Meiji wants so many fire stones, it must be something that cannot be done well. Why don't you stop it? You have to buy another thousand in her name.
car?"
"Don't worry, she can't take these flints away!" Lian would not tell her little disciple that she would be surrounded by officers and soldiers later, and these flints would soon be confiscated by the court.
The more than 400 trains of flint that Meiji wanted in the end would also be gone.
Now, Lian just wants to figure out a little bit why Meiji asked Zhang Cheng to make the flint on the seventh day of the seventh month.
What day was that that day that would have cost her so much effort and blatantly.