Lan Chen smiled and said nothing, he just looked at his stall silently.
This deserted scene was in sharp contrast to the liveliness nearby, not only for the people watching, but also for the furnishings on the table.
The world is full of vase and vase, but Yan Fang is good, the table is empty.
Seeing that Lao Zhang was anxious, he couldn't help but said, "Master... put some jars in there. Although I have you with me this time, there are still hundreds of jars in the workshop. We are not out of stock!"
"No rush, no rush." Lan Chen waved his hand and calmly looked at Tian Xia Yan's fuss.
Lao Zhang was stunned for a moment, and could only look at Katie Wang helplessly, with help written all over his face.
Wang Katie didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He couldn't understand what Lan Chen was doing, but he could wait silently at this time.
After seeing this, Lao Zhang could only sigh helplessly.
He didn't understand anything about buying and selling. The only thing he understood was Lan Chen's desire to revitalize Yanfang.
Maybe the Yan world is too lively, and it is easier to catch a fish when there is a lot of people. No, there was one person who couldn't squeeze into the excitement and staggered to the Yanfang stall.
With a gray face, he patted the luxurious clothes on his body and looked at Lan Chen apologetically.
Lan Chen was slightly startled, but calmly nodded in greeting.
He could see that this person was either rich or noble.
Just from his coat, you can tell that the fabric is of high quality, the needlework seems simple, and there are some skills inside.
Not to mention the little embroidery textures and dyes.
Although Lan Chen didn't know how to weave, he wore a lot of clothes and could barely be considered a layman with some skills.
"Is this Yanfang?" Seeing that there was no hope of squeezing in, the man also wanted to kill some time.
"Yes."
"Back then, the dyes in Yanfang were hard to come by. I never thought I would be so lonely. Oh, what a vicissitudes of life. Since you are here in Fangshi this time, why don't you see any dyes on display?"
"Only waiting for the right person." Lan Chen was extremely comfortable. His expression seemed not to be the least bit exciting because of the arrival of the official, and he felt even more untroubled.
However, this also aroused the man's curiosity. He frowned and stared at Lan Chen, as if he wanted to find out something. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was the boredom of waiting, which made him solemnly say, "I haven't said it yet."
Introduce me, I am Fang Hui, the chief shopkeeper of the aromatherapy cloth merchant, haven’t you asked me yet?”
After hearing this, Lan Chen's heart skipped a beat.
Aromatherapy cloth seller?
When he was sitting at his desk in his room thinking about the future of Yanfang, he had researched various major cloth merchants.
This aromatherapy cloth merchant is very powerful and has shops in several surrounding counties. Its cloths include finished products and semi-finished products. They are characterized by being expensive and gorgeous, and are specially designed for all kinds of royalty and wealth.
It's no wonder that a shopkeeper's outfit has an indescribable grace.
But Lan Chen didn't panic. Instead, he said coldly, "Lan Chen."
"Lan Chen? Could it be that you are Xuzhou Lan Chen?"
Lan Chen was stunned for a moment, calling himself that...
"It's time to do it again."
"Ha! I didn't expect to meet you here. Those story books were so well written that I couldn't sleep all night long. I had to read the last chapter. I still wanted to finish it! I didn't expect you to be Yan Fang.
The shopkeeper. Wait? Yanfang? Lan? Who are you, Lord Lan?"
"Father."
"Haha, it turns out to be the young lord. Sorry, disrespectful." Fang Hui took a step back and said respectfully. "I didn't expect you to stoop to this, but as a lord, you came here in person, so you should produce
Got some good dye?"
Fang Hui complimented him and made up his mind at that moment. He had to buy some dye from here anyway, and he couldn't let Lan Chen go back empty-handed.
Although I also heard that the Lan family was in trouble and was no longer able to survive, but the respect that should be given to the 'Baron', as a businessman, he would still give it.
Lan Chen smiled bitterly. He naturally understood the reason for Fang Hui's change, but he was quite helpless.
But now, how can Yanfang have to rely on charity from others to survive?
Lan Chen's face didn't change and he said, "There is indeed a batch of good dyes, but I'm waiting for the right person."
"I still have no luck?"
"Whether it's fate or not, it all depends on Shopkeeper Fang."
"Well, I want to see what kind of medicine you are selling in your gourd!"
Fang Hui, who was getting increasingly restless, attracted the attention of onlookers on the sidelines. At the same time, after recognizing the shopkeeper of the "Aromatherapy Cloth Merchant", they all gathered around him.
At least half of the spectators gathered around Yan Fang.
"Don't talk about fate, only talk about yuan..." Lan Chen twitched the corner of his mouth, suddenly feeling that this 'bad joke' was too novel, and then waved his hands and said, "I just don't know how much silver the shopkeeper Fang has, how can he buy Yanfang?"
Dye."
"You're kidding! Are there dyes that aromatherapy cloth merchants can't buy these days? I have all the dyes in the world! Even purple that has long been out of circulation, I have!"
Lan Chen's mysterious trick caused a lot of noise. There were also many Xuzhou locals among the spectators. They recognized Lan Chen immediately and everyone started talking. Is this young prince pretending to be crazy again?
With a mentality of watching the fun, or showing contempt, more and more people came around.
Even shopkeeper Chen was attracted, but to him, this was just a trick played by a fleas, and it was not worth mentioning!
In a blink of an eye, the number of visitors at both stalls was almost the same, and Lan Chen understood.
That time has come.
He immediately raised his voice and said, "Everyone, what Shopkeeper Fang said makes sense. The aromatherapy cloth merchants hide all the dyes in the world, but the only ones that don't have Yanfang."
"I think you all have been sulking at me, so you should make up for it by wasting the only four tanks of dye you have!"
The words just fell.
Lan Chen immediately took out the small jar, opened the lid, and splashed it boldly on the table.
When all the purple dye is poured out...
Everyone was stunned.
His widened eyes were filled with surprise and even panic!
It's like seeing gold melted into liquid!
And Lan Chen?
He was as carefree as a bad drunkard, using the energy of toasting, spilling, spilling, escaping the wine!
But that wine is clearly priceless liquid gold!
"I'm sorry, everyone, I was thinking about finding a suitable person, but I never thought about it. Alas, I'll just pour out the remaining three cans."
As soon as he threw it away, there was a click and the sound of the jar breaking woke everyone up.
"No, no, no!"
"Stop it! Little Sir!"
"Don't be impulsive, Mr. Lan!"
A few people in the front row stopped Lan Chen in a panic, almost crying!
Finally, it was Fang Hui who said, "My young master, my little master! Don't waste the good stuff! This kind of dye..."
After saying that, Fang Hui stretched out his hand and wiped it without caring about the dirt, looked at the purple-soaked fingers tremblingly and said, "This kind of dye has never been seen before. How can such delicacy, such beauty, and such touch be found in the world!"
"So?" Lan Chen was so indifferent, "If there is no chance, why force it?"
"Buy, how much silver, you just ask! One hundred taels? Thousand taels? Ten thousand taels? It's easy to talk about, it's all easy to talk about! It's up to you!" This chapter has been completed!