These days, Manager Fang has been very busy with bidding for military supplies. He has lost weight.
However, even with such efforts, the results were minimal.
There are many reasons. However, the most important point is that the Liu family is supported by Su Fuyin.
Speaking of this, Manager Fang became very angry.
Because, a few days ago, he actually saw Yun Brocade, which only the Wang family could produce in the past, in the Liu family's shop.
What does this mean?
This shows that the prince has already started to attack the Wang family. Stealing the Wang family's business secrets is just the first step. The next step is the second step, the third step... until finally, the Wang family is in ruins. Maybe they will give up.
These days, the second young master and the eldest young lady are busy every day. Visiting relatives and friends, I hope that my old friends can help the Wang family. Even the eldest young master, who has never worried about family affairs, is in the capital.
Busy building reputation for the Wang family.
However, after hearing about what happened to the Wang family, those people all shook their heads with a wry smile and sighed that they were powerless.
Manager Fang sat at the table and looked at the pile of messy letters on the desk. He pushed the papers away in annoyance.
There was a clang, and the package delivered by Li Er on the table was accidentally knocked over to the ground. The package opened and the wooden box inside rolled out.
Manager Fang sighed and bent down to pick it up. However, when he stretched out his hand, he found that he couldn't find it.
Angrily looking at his still proud belly, Manager Fang sighed helplessly and got down from the chair. Holding his knees, he squatted down with difficulty and took the wooden box back.
After placing it on the table again, Manager Fang opened the box nonchalantly.
Opening the cover, there is a thin thread-bound book inside. On the covered pages, there are a few words crookedly written: Ji Liu Ji. There is also a horizontal bar below, followed by a line of small words: Jiangning Silk Market Analysis and
action strategy.
Haha, Li Er's handwriting has improved! Manager Fang looked at the words written by these children who were just learning calligraphy, and shook his head in confusion.
He was upset in his heart, thinking that he would just read the thread-bound book sent by Li Er to see if there were any interesting things in it, which would make him happy. Therefore, he naturally didn't care too much about Li Er's treasures.
However, when he opened the cover of the thread-bound book and saw the clear and rigorous overall analysis of Jiangning silk market written on the first page, his eyes instantly became extremely serious.
The first page has less than a hundred words.
But every word is to the point. There are less than ten words in one sentence, but it clearly depicts the chaotic market layout of Jiangning silk today.
From the pattern of Jiangning's silk industry, to the analysis of each major merchant's share of the silk market and their strengths and weaknesses, as well as a summary of the characteristics of Dazhou military uniform bidding in previous years, to the end, from these market analyses, we can draw conclusions:
It explains the status of the Wang family and the crisis it faces. It has more than a hundred words, all linked together. It is extremely rigorous.
After seeing the overall analysis of the Jiangning market, Manager Fang already had a solemn look on his face. He read it word by word, fearing that he might have missed any of the information.
After he spent nearly half an hour reading the first page of the overall analysis of the Jiangning market, Manager Fang could no longer suppress his ecstasy. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and closed the thin thread-bound book.
Then he found a piece of fine silk from the cabinet, wrapped the thread-bound book, and hid it in his arms.
He stood up, grabbed an umbrella from the door, pushed the door open, and dove into the rain.
Along the way, Manager Fang had a solemn look on his face, holding the Book of Willows that weighed more than a thousand kilograms with one hand in his arms. He stepped on the accumulated water and strode towards the eldest lady's room.
Along the way, the servants saw that the usually cheerful Manager Fang had a solemn look on his face today. They all hurriedly put away their playful and smiling expressions, stopped, and respectfully said hello to the manager.
But Manager Fang seemed to have not seen them, he kept his head down and ran all the way.
His bloated body looked extremely light at this moment.
Because he was in a hurry, Manager Fang walked a little blindly. He didn't even look at the small puddles on the ground, and stepped on the ground with one foot deep and one shallow. Occasionally, he accidentally walked into the puddle, causing a huge splash.
of water splash.
From the door of his home to the door of the small courtyard where the eldest lady was, the distance was hundreds of meters. Manager Fang only took less than a few breaths. The speed was so fast that the servants who stood aside and looked at him looked at each other.
After walking into Wang Tingzhi's courtyard, naturally there were maids who were admiring the flowers in the rain in the courtyard, saluting and saying hello.
Manager Fang waved his hand and asked hurriedly: "Is the eldest lady here?"
At this time, his face was covered with rainwater and he was very embarrassed. The maids pursed their lips and snickered, nodded and said: "Here, Miss Tingzhi is talking to the second young master!"
"That's good!" Manager Fang panted, smiled, and hurriedly walked towards Wang Tingzhi's house.
Dong-dong-dong, the same expression as Li Er's before. Manager Fang was excited, pressing the folding willow note hidden in his arms with one hand, and knocking on the door with the other.
Rainwater leaked from the gaps in the oil-paper umbrella and dripped on Mr. Fang's face, forming water lines. Mr. Fang simply threw away the oil-paper umbrella and wiped the rain off his face with one hand. He waited expectantly.
Wang Tingzhi’s echo in the room.
"Come in!" Although it was only a short moment, Manager Fang standing at the door felt as if a year had passed. Finally, when he was extremely anxious, Wang Tingzhi's tired voice came from the room.
came out.
Manager Fang was overjoyed and hurriedly raised his feet to shake off the rainwater soaked in his shoes, then stomped on the ground and pushed the door open.
Because it was a cloudy day, the light in the room was a little dim. At the door, in the copper incense burner, sandalwood exuded a calming smell. In front of the table, a brazier filled with charcoal was burning brightly. On the table, two
A cup of hot tea, steaming out.
Wang Tingzhi and Wang Liye were sitting opposite each other.
Neither of them looked very good-looking. They were tired, showing deep sleepiness and helplessness.
After seeing Manager Fang come in, Wang Liye smiled reluctantly, nodded and said: "Oh, Manager Fang is here. Sit down quickly!"
Manager Fang trotted up to Wang Liye and Wang Liye. He glanced around slyly, and after confirming that no one was there, he took out the thread-bound book that he had realized was warm from his arms with a solemn expression.
"What is this?" Wang Liye pointed to the tightly wrapped things on the table with some confusion, with a puzzled look on his face.
Manager Fang smiled with excitement on his face, lowered his voice, and said to Wang Liye and Wang Tingzhi: "Congratulations to the Second Young Master, Miss. Our palace is saved!"
As a result, Wang Tingzhi's small courtyard across the east courtyard of the palace no longer looked dark and dull.
In the yard, the maids and maids who were hiding under the trees to watch the rain could often hear the surprise praises of the three people coming from the eldest lady’s room: "Wonderful! What a plan! What a willow-breaking story! Haha!"
The maids looked at each other in confusion and whispered, "What happened to the Second Young Master today?"
However, although they were confused, the maids were still very happy.
These days, the Second Young Master is in a bad mood. He often picks on people and makes people in the house panic. Today, he is finally feeling better. Once the Second Young Master is in a good mood, everyone's life will be much easier.
The maids were smiling happily, like butterflies in flowers, playing and chasing each other in the yard.
But in the west courtyard, it was still quiet.
The rain was falling silently, and the raindrops coming from outside were falling. Lu Heng, who was sitting in the room, could hear it very clearly.
A small brazier was lit next to the table. At this time, the charcoal in the brazier was almost finished burning.
He sat in front of the table, occasionally putting down his brush, stretching out his hand to warm it. Then he picked up the tea cup and took a sip of fragrant tea, and then continued writing.
The account book has actually been completed a long time ago. Now, Lu Heng just has nothing to do. He makes some inferences about the future market structure of Jiangning, as well as deductions and predictions about the future direction of each merchant.
The Zheliu Ji was also handed over to Li Er to deal with.
Lu Heng believed that with Li Er's intelligence, he would know what to do.
And with the vision and skills of Wang Liye and Wang Tingzhi, I believe they will be executed very well. There is no need for me to point fingers anymore.
Moreover, Lu Heng didn't want to show up in public. After all, he was still very satisfied with his current life.
That day, after telling Li Er about the story of the Broken Willows, Lu Heng made a request to him, that is, he could not be stabbed out.
At that time, Lu Heng's eyes were very calm, but the aura emanating from his body made Li Er feel frightened. He nodded in agreement and swore that he would definitely keep the secret.
After writing the last word, Lu Heng put down his brush and picked up the eloquent piece of paper. He looked at it for a while, smiled, then crumbled the piece of paper and threw it into the brazier.
Watching the burning paper turn into ashes in the brazier, Lu Heng said calmly in his heart: Hehe, let's talk about it later.
In the afternoon, the rain still didn't stop. However, it still became lighter.
After Lu Heng put out the brazier and washed his hands, he held up an oil-paper umbrella and opened the door, preparing to go home.
At this time, there were already some people in the yard, but they were all accountants who came out to get some fresh air.
The room is dark, damp and cold, and the air is not very circulated. If you stay there for a long time, you will naturally feel stuffy. Therefore, under normal circumstances, the accountants will come out and take a few steps every once in a while to change the air.
When they saw Lu Heng appearing at the door, their expressions were obviously stunned. Then a group of people all clasped their fists and saluted Lu Heng: "I've seen the general accountant's office!"
His attitude and tone are much more respectful than before.
Lu Heng didn't care much about this matter. He shook off the rainwater on his umbrella. He smiled and nodded. He said, "Everyone does whatever you want." Then he quietly walked out of the yard holding an oil-paper umbrella.
In the complicated eyes of many accountants, the light blue figure gradually merged with the gentle rain and mist.
"This is the gap!" A cashier looked at Lu Heng disappearing into the rain and fog, shook his head and sighed, turned around and opened the door and returned to the room.