The back view of Katie Wang, who left first, made Lan Chen feel a little melancholy.
I really don't know if this decision is correct or not.
This separation may take more than half a month at most.
But there is nothing we can do about it.
It can only be said that the passion for adventure flows in his body.
Going to other Korean countries to sell 'purple dye' is Lan Chen's second plan.
Lan Chen still had some reservations about the contract with Fang Hui.
No "purple dye" will be sold during these fifteen days, and it is limited to the Daqian Dynasty. As for the Daqian Dynasty, that is beyond Fang Hui's control.
The eighty vats of dye in the workshop had no choice but to find another way out.
But to Lan Chen, it doesn't matter whether it can be sold or not, as long as Katie Wang can return safely.
"Lao Zhang and Katie Wang were sent to do something by me. You have worked so hard these days and just keep an eye on the stalls. If you need to bring some long-term workers over, you can take care of it."
"Then all the 80 vats of dye in the workshop will be sealed up, and a new batch of dye will be supplied in fifteen days. After taking the time, the workshop will be reorganized, and what should be bought will be bought. Money is not an issue."
"Don't forget, there are also working lines for dyes of other colors. This line must be developed as soon as possible. We are still a little far behind Tianxiayan."
"Okay, Master." Although Lao Zhang was also drunk, his eyes were so bright that he nodded very vigorously.
His respect for Lan Chen has long since become like a surging river, to the extent that if one goes east, he will never go west.
When the sun rose slowly the next day, Lan Chen was already sweating in the courtyard.
After several rounds of practice, Lao Zheng came holding his head and stumbling.
"Master?"
Seeing Lan Chen, Lao Zheng was startled at first, and then ran up in a panic, "Why are you alone...I'm sorry, young master, I was there last night."
"Come on, you should go and rest. It was Katie who made you drink too much last night. You have a headache now, right?"
"Yes, it hurts from being so heavy." Lao Zheng smiled bitterly and lowered his head in shame. It was clear that Lan Chen had told him not to drink too much last night, but he drank like this.
But Lan Chen didn’t drink too much last night.
Confused by this, Lao Zheng asked, "But Master? You drank too much last night. Can you still get up early today?"
"That's all? I'm afraid I'm not drinking water."
The wine-making process in this world is similar to what was expected. To put it bluntly, it is fermented wine. How can its alcohol content be compared with that of distilled "baijiu"?
Which one is better and which one is worse can only be said to be 'each has its own merits'.
But if he really wants to drink some wine, Lan Chen would rather choose liquor.
"Haha, the young master has a good drinker. I vaguely remember that just before last night, you said you knew Fangzi's brewing skills, but I don't know..."
Looking at Lao Zheng's eager look, Lan Chen knew that this drunken man had not had a good drink last night. "It depends on your mood. After you finish your work at hand, come here and help me show you the moves. Then I will go out." Go to the door."
Lao Zheng nodded, put away his playful smile, and carefully pointed out Lan Chen's moves.
At the same time, I admire his willpower in my heart, and he can continue to get up early to practice today.
Looking at his slightly longer physical fitness, Lao Zheng was also thinking about whether to take the next step.
After finishing, Lan Chen changed into clean single clothes, took a book, and set off.
After getting a lot of money, he did not forget to improve his realm. With a swipe, his sense of security also increased - the realm of the eighth-level yellow level.
The size of the ice cubes generated now became much larger, so he immediately threw them in the courtyard to cool down a little.
"It's a bit expensive. I spent so much money to upgrade to the eighth level. Tsk..."
I was in a happy mood, even my pace became much lighter, and I quickly arrived at Lao Zhang's side.
Due to the "amazing debut" of purple dye yesterday, many onlookers were attracted, and the stall was packed with people. As a last resort, Lao Zhang had to call two long-term workers to help.
The excitement was beyond Lan Chen's imagination.
Even if the 'purple dye' is no longer available, there are still a large number of people who want to buy dyes of other colors. This is probably the sign of Yanfang.
In comparison, other color dyes are far superior to Yanfang’s ‘Tian Xia Yan’ in terms of quality, so they seem a bit deserted.
Lan Chen walked to the Tianxiayan stall, looked at the frustrated shopkeeper Chen, and said, "shopkeeper Chen, it's been three autumns after a day has passed. What's wrong with your sad face? Do you need help?"
"Young Master, please stop mocking me." Shopkeeper Chen's face looked as unbearable as the evil star. "It's just good for Yanfang. I'll take advantage of this opportunity to transform into a dragon when it encounters the rain. I'm extremely envious."
"Apart from envy, don't you plan to do something?" Lan Chen joked, looking straight at Shopkeeper Chen's haggard face with his sultry eyes. From this look, he knew that he had become a night owl last night.
Shopkeeper Chen was so frightened that he shook his head repeatedly and said in a panic, "No, no!"
"I wish you success. Think about how many mountains I searched for the raw materials. Alas." Lan Chen pretended to be proud, and almost had 'the villain succeeded' written all over his face.
After saying that, Lan Chen turned around and left with a swaying back, waving his hands, acting as domineering as before.
And what he said was actually listened to by shopkeeper Chen. He didn't even bother to take care of the stall and continued his mountain-seeking trip last night.
After walking for a while, when he realized that he had gone far, Lan Chen stopped his swagger and walked leisurely in front of the market stalls, carefully selecting suitable products.
After picking it up, Lan Chen made some more explanations, then took a delicate velvet box and walked to the 'Tingyu Pavilion'.
To Tingyuge, Lan Chen was considered an old acquaintance. No need to say anything, the waiter respectfully raised his hand to greet the way, indicating that he could go directly to the attic.
Knocking lightly on the door, there was a sound from inside, and he pushed the door open and said with a bright face, "Miss Sun, long time no see."
"Are you here? I still want to find you."
As soon as Sun Miaomiao, who was sitting on the wooden chair, saw the visitor, she quickly put down the book in her hand and greeted him excitedly, "Tell me, did you forget to listen to Yuge? You never come."
"I've been busy lately. I've been busy lately. No, after I've been busy, I sent you the storybook I wrote."
"What kind of storybook is it this time?" Sun Miaomiao didn't hesitate, took it and hurriedly read it.
"It's nothing, I just wrote that I am the Dragon King's son-in-law."
"very?"
"You'll know after you see it." Lan Chen smiled, which satisfied his 'bad taste'. After Yangjiang Chunxue got used to it, he would become a lowly person no matter what.
"Okay, is that still the old price? Just go and get it from the shopkeeper downstairs."
"That's your order." Lan Chen pretended to be ugly and laughed and said, "As you know, the market is open recently. After shopping around, I saw that this gadget is quite suitable for you."
He handed out the velvet box, but it stopped in mid-air.
Sun Miaomiao, who was stunned to grab the script, lost the momentum at this moment and stood there on the ground, not daring to move.
"Take it, don't be polite. If you hadn't helped me with those thousand taels, I would have been homeless long ago." This chapter has been completed!