"What's so strange about not having money? Which businessman have you seen keeping money at home?" Wan Ling'er pinched Zhao Yuan.
"Yes...it seems that I was wrong in my estimation. Your Wanjia business model is getting bigger and bigger like a snowball. It usually does not require much cash to maintain operation. Now it is different from the past. Social unrest, disaster victims
More and more, we need a lot of cash support. It seems that Wanjia will go bankrupt before long."
"Ah...bankruptcy...no way, our family has a lot of money." Wan Ling'er looked panicked.
"This is a very complicated issue. It cannot be said to be bankruptcy or collapse. Think about it, if Wanjia cannot maintain the current situation, it will definitely cause riots and panic. Those victims who are relieved will spread their anger to Wanjia.
Home... no, I have to go see your mother."
"Meet my mother?"
"Yes, go now."
"My mother should be asleep at this time..."
"If I were your mother, I definitely wouldn't be able to sleep."
"Are you feeling better?"
"Better."
"Okay, let's go."
Without saying a word, Wan Ling'er got out of bed, picked up the long sword beside the bed, and dragged Zhao Yuan up. He actually flew with the sword without stepping on it, and flew all the way to the west courtyard at lightning speed.
The main hall of the west courtyard was indeed brightly lit.
"Dong dong dong..." Wan Ling'er didn't even think about it, pressed the flying sword, landed in front of the door and knocked on the door.
"Who?"
"it's me……"
Wan Ling'er glanced at Zhao Yuan and saw Zhao Yuan looking at her with a stupid look on his face, and he suddenly understood.
"What should I do, what should I do... I was too anxious just now, so I brought you here. I am dead, I am dead. If my mother sees me with you in the middle of the night, I will be dead...
It's you, it's all you... You didn't remind me... Okay, okay, we're all doomed, we're going to die together..." Wan Ling'er was as anxious as ants on a hot pot.
"Auntie, you were too fast. I was dragged up by you. I was in so much pain that I couldn't speak. In a blink of an eye, I was at the door." Zhao Yuan looked down at his bare feet and said with a sad face.
It was only a few hundred meters from the east courtyard to the west courtyard, and Wan Ling'er's Ice Divine Sword was much faster than the small black sword. It almost took him the blink of an eye to arrive, and Zhao Yuan had no time to react.
"This is how to do ah……"
"Gah..." Just when Wan Ling'er was going crazy, the door was opened.
"Ling'er, it's midnight, why are you here... why are you together?" When Mrs. Chen saw Zhao Yuan, her expression suddenly changed and she said sternly.
"Ah...I...I...I heard that my mother encountered a problem, so I grabbed this guy from the bed at night to help my mother solve the problem. You see, he didn't even have time to put on his shoes!"
While Wan Ling'er was stammering, he suddenly became wise and waved the sword in his hand, speaking righteously.
"Really?" Mrs. Chen glanced at Zhao Yuan's bare feet with suspicion.
Fortunately, Zhao Yuan reacted immediately and pretended to be trembling with fear. Of course, Zhao Yuan himself had not fully recovered, and he was barefoot, so it was not entirely fake.
"Go in!" Wan Linger walked around behind Zhao Yuan and kicked Zhao Yuan's ass.
"Ling'er, be polite."
"Hmph, you can't be polite to this kind of servant." Wan Ling'er drew a sword in the air and said with murderous intent.
"Xiao Zhao, sit down, there is a charcoal stove here. Ling'er, go help Xiao Zhao get a pair of shoes."
"Hmm. Zhao Yuan, if you don't come up with a solution for my mother, don't even think about taking a step out of our Wan family!" Wan Ling'er turned his back to his mother, winked at Zhao Yuan, and went inside with a long sword to get it.
The shoes are gone.
"Zhao Yuan, do you have any idea?"
"No." Zhao Yuan's feet were shaking from the cold, and he secretly lamented that he was not afraid of the cold when he wore straw sandals, but now he trembles from the cold just when he doesn't wear shoes for a while. This person is really used to it.
"Then what are you doing here?" Mrs. Chen snorted coldly.
"The lady forced me to come with a sword."
"Yeah?"
"Yes, madam." Looking at Chen's insightful eyes, Zhao Yuan was shocked. Obviously, Chen did not believe Ling'er's deception.
"No matter what, you should think of a way first." Chen didn't seem to want to get to the bottom of it. After taking a deep look at Zhao Yuan, she said calmly.
"Yes, ma'am."
There was a silence in the hall.
After a while, Wan Ling'er took a pair of socks and a pair of cotton shoes and placed them in front of Zhao Yuan.
Mrs. Chen saw that the shoes Wan Ling'er was holding were actually a new pair of shoes. She vaguely remembered that these shoes were made for Wan Ziyu because they were made small and kept there all the time.
Obviously, Wan Ling'er knew the size of Zhao Yuan's feet, otherwise, he would never deliberately give Zhao Yuan a pair of new shoes in a small size.
"Damn girl!"
Mrs. Chen cursed secretly, but she remained calm and looked at Wan Ling'er coldly. Seeing Wan Ling'er's actions, she actually wanted to help Zhao Yuan put on his shoes.
"Put on your shoes quickly and find a way for my mother!" Wan Ling'er, who was about to put on shoes for Zhao Yuan, suddenly realized that he stopped his body abruptly and sat quietly aside. Obviously,
She also noticed that her mother looked unhappy.
"Yes, the villain is thinking of a way."
Zhao Yuan quickly put on his shoes and socks and felt much warmer immediately, without the torturous feeling.
"The villain doesn't know what kind of difficulties the madam has encountered. The lady must tell the villain the details of the matter, so that the villain can come up with solutions according to local conditions."
"Well." Mrs. Chen cleared her throat, "Currently, Wanjia has a problem with its liquidity. Of course, this is not the key issue. The problem is that several other big families in Xujiaqiao are adding insult to injury to Wanjia. Together, they are suppressing ordinary commodities.
market price, and then hoarded food and drove up food prices. Now, Wanjia's actions to purchase food have encountered great resistance... In fact, not only food, but also the prices of winter clothes, quilts, coal and other materials are soaring, and these things
, and some winter necessities. Although Wanjia has some stocks, they can't hold on..."
"Excuse me, how long can Wanjia's food last?"
"Around March, but if the number of victims continues to increase, things will be in trouble."
"Enough food, ma'am."
"Enough?" Mrs. Chen was stunned.
"Yes, that's enough. Wanjia's food will only last for a month."
"What about the remaining months?"
"When the time comes, there will naturally be people who will share the responsibility for Wanjia."
"Be clear." Chen frowned.
"Madam, I wonder if there is someone who is leading this hoarding of food and driving up food prices?"
"Yes, the Ma family is the leader. It is said that the Xiao family provides funds for the Ma family, while some other large families are raising prices, hoping that the Wan family will go bankrupt so that they can get a piece of the pie."
"Then, it's very simple, let the Ma family fall."
"Let the Ma family fall!" Chen said with a smile: "We, the Wan family and the Ma family, have always been at odds with each other. Everyone wants to bring down the other. The last time we rushed to buy salt, the Ma family was the mastermind behind it. However, in the past few decades,
No one can do anything about the other, I really can't think of any way you can bring about the sudden downfall of the Ma family."
"There are only a few days left before the Chinese New Year, and the weather is getting colder and colder. The number of victims in Xujiaqiao has also increased sharply in the past few days, which shows that the life outside has become more and more difficult. The villain guesses that in the next few days,
There will definitely be a large number of mobs gathering to make trouble. During the trouble, officers and soldiers will naturally suppress it, and the suppression will inevitably cause some mobs to flee..."
"Then what?" Chen stared at Zhao Yuan quietly.
"If a group of mobs suddenly arrive in Xujiaqiao, what do you think will happen?"
"Xiao Zhao, I don't have the ability to make a group of mobs listen to the Wan family."
"Madam, since the Ma family is unkind and unjust, then the Wan family should not pretend to be gentlemen. At that time, as long as the villains are allowed to sneak into the victims and say a few times that the Ma family has food, the hungry mob will naturally go to the Ma family.
, Madam doesn’t need to worry about it.”
"But..." Chen's face showed hesitation.
"Madam, if the Ma family was behind the last panic buying of salt, then it is enough to show that the Ma family is short-sighted and only interested in profit. We must not be merciful to this kind of family."
"What if those mobs don't go to Ma's house but attack Wan's house instead?"
"Madam, you have forgotten that there are thousands of disaster victims among us. As long as we set up eyes and ears along the way, once the mob comes, we will be prepared to defend in advance, and we can notify the folks in Xujiaqiao."
"Yes, but if the mob comes to Xujiaqiao, life will definitely be ruined..."
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