Chapter five hundred and sixty-eight of the intention
The waiter in the store saw someone coming and rushed out to greet him.
When he saw the seven or eight attendants, he didn't take it too seriously. He put a long white scarf on his shoulders and said with a smile on his face: "Sir, do you want to be in the lobby on the first floor or the private room on the second floor?"
The waiter who spoke did not even raise his head to take a closer look at Zhao Jin's face.
The guest building was particularly busy today. The waiter was in a hurry to bring Zhao Jin in and then go about other things.
"Old place."
Upon hearing this, the waiter stopped in his tracks, turned his head and took a closer look at Zhao Jin, his eyes suddenly widened.
"too,"
Zhao Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at the waiter silently.
The other party hurriedly changed his title, "Mr. Ning, I didn't notice just now, it turned out to be Mr. Ning."
The shopkeeper and waiter in the welcoming building all recognized Zhao Jin, but Zhao Jin didn't come often, so they almost didn't react for a while.
"Master Ning, please come this way, please come this way." The smile on the waiter's face became even brighter.
Zhao Jin followed the waiter, surrounded by seven or eight guards.
Most of the people sitting in the lobby were wealthy businessmen with a little money.
Zhao Jin was shaking his fan, dressed exquisitely, and looked like an ordinary young man.
However, the calmness with which he walked and the dignity that emanated from his bones, like his straight back, all showed that Zhao Jin was no ordinary person.
The bold ones stared directly at Zhao Jin, while the timid ones, or those who were more cautious, quietly set their sights on Zhao Jin.
Zhao Jin turned a deaf ear and stepped onto the stairs unhurriedly.
There is a private room reserved for Zhao Jin in the guest building, which is specially decorated with a different theme than the other private rooms.
Zhao Jin always wanted to change the theme of this elegant room, so he sent someone to tell him.
However, Zhao Jin has never been limited to these things, so he has always allowed them to dress up.
The waiter opened the door in front, and what caught Zhao Jin's eyes was an elegant room with Jiangnan characteristics.
After roughly taking a look at the layout of the private room, Zhao Jin nodded slightly and stepped forward.
"What would Mr. Ning want to order?"
There is a wooden board specially placed on the table with the names of the dishes engraved on it.
In the room, there were pens, ink, paper and inkstones placed on the long desk against the wall. A guard had already taken the first step and took it over and placed it next to Zhao Jin.
Zhao Jin picked up his pen and checked seven or eight dishes, then put down his pen.
"In addition, open a private room next door. Two of you will take turns guarding the door later, and the rest can go next door for dinner."
"Just order whatever you want."
The guards standing next to Zhao Jin were also polite. The leader was a captain of the guard, who was very muscular. "Then I would like to thank you, sir."
Zhao Jin laughed and said, "Go."
The waiter stepped forward to take away the wooden board and was about to leave. Zhao Jin knocked on the table twice and called to him, "Your young master should be in Bianzhou at the moment. Please help me invite him over to discuss important matters."
"Hey, okay, little guy, let's go right now!"
The waiter hugged the board and hurriedly went down.
Zhao Jin waved his hand, and the guards who followed him dispersed.
In the private room, only Zhao Jin and the two guards guarding the door were left.
He lowered his eyelids, supported his forehead with one hand, and put the other hand on the table. He held the tea cup with his fingers and played with it. His eyes were rarely a little distracted.
Zhao Jin rarely has such a leisurely and quiet time, either running away or dealing with various government affairs. It has been so long since he came here in the blink of an eye.
Looking back on modern life, Zhao Jin suddenly felt strange.
He closed his eyes and his Adam's apple rolled.
However, no matter where he is, he really cannot have a stable life.
Neither the position of the prince nor the dragon chair is easy to sit on.
At least, sitting in this position, Zhao Jin has to shoulder the responsibility of the entire Zhao country.
Since becoming the prince
, Zhao Jin had almost no free time.
In fact, it is not that Zhao Jin cannot be an idle prince in his own land.
However, he knew even more clearly that among the current princes, including the third prince and the fourth prince, no one was suitable for that position.
"There's no need to serve food until Lin Qingsong comes."
After giving these instructions, Zhao Jin cleared his mind and allowed himself to rest for a while.
"Squeak."
I don’t know how much time passed before the door to the private room was opened.
After seeing what was going on in the private room, the visitor calmed down and sat down next to Zhao Jin.
The starry eyes opened, and everything inside was clear and bright.
Lin Qingsong stood up and bowed to Zhao Jin, "See His Highness the Crown Prince."
"You don't need to be polite outside, just call me the same as before." Zhao Jin didn't care about these etiquettes, not to mention that he was now out incognito and had known Lin Qingsong for a long time.
Lin Qingsong knew Zhao Jin's temperament well and did not shy away from being pretentious, "Okay, Brother Zhao."
"Just now, I thought you were asleep, so I deliberately walked softly."
"I just closed my eyes and took a rest, I didn't fall asleep."
Lin Qingsong hesitated for a moment and whispered: "But you've been very tired lately?"
Zhao Jin raised his eyebrows, "Did Brother Lin see this too?"
There have been many and complicated things recently. He has just taken over the power. Not only does he have to deal with aristocratic families, but he also has to deal with Zhao's foreign troubles. Zhao Jin is busy with government affairs every day and has almost no time to rest.
"Brother Zhao's face is full of fatigue, it's so obvious."
Lin Qingsong gave a few words of advice, "Although government affairs are important, your body is more important."
"I know, it will be fine after this period of time has passed." Zhao Jin smiled bitterly, "I really don't dare to relax now."
Lin Qingsong had heard about the Yao family's affairs and glanced at Zhao Jin with some sympathy.
When fighting against aristocratic families, you don't dare to relax.
"Brother Zhao came to see me specially this time, but what's the matter?"
"Yeah." Zhao Jin got straight to the point and said directly: "The State of Zhao is going to war with the State of Long, but there is a shortage of food and grass."
"I need your help to contact grain merchants and purchase grain."
As soon as Zhao Jin finished speaking, he raised his hand to stop Lin Qingsong from speaking.
Subtle footsteps were heard, and soon, the voice of the guard at the door sounded, "Wait a moment."
"Dudu, Your Highness, the food and wine are here." The guard knocked on the door twice and reported in a low voice.
"Send it in."
The door to the private room was opened, and several waiters came up carrying dishes.
There was also someone beside me, and every time a dish was served, he would sing the name of the dish.
The waiter didn't leave until the table was almost full and a wine bottle and two wine glasses were put down.
After waiting for the others to leave for a while, Lin Qingsong spoke out, "There is no problem with this matter. How much does Brother Zhao need?"
Zhao Jin raised his left hand and spread his fingers.
Lin Qingsong was a little surprised by this number, but he still nodded and said: "The number is a bit large, but it is not impossible. We need to find a few more grain merchants."
"It's troublesome," Zhao Jin sighed: "We can't let the big family know about this matter, so it's not convenient for my people to move."