When Li Chongxin heard An Qisheng say this, he was suddenly unhappy, and a knife flew over, squinted at An Qisheng, and asked coldly: "What, are you blaming me?" ”

Although An Qisheng thought so in his heart, where did he dare to show it on his face, when he heard this, he hurriedly bowed down and poured tea and water, and flattered: "How can it!" You think too much! If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't know who to ask for right now! You drink tea, you drink tea! ”

Li Chongxin snorted coldly, Shi Shiran took the teacup and took a sip.

In addition to the emperor's family, except for his father King Fenyang and his little sister Zhenhui County Lord, there is no one in this world who does not respect him and does not please him, An Qisheng is just a small businessman, how dare he take Qiao in front of him!

An Qisheng wiped out the sweat on his forehead and said with a sneer: "Then according to the prince of the world, what should we do now?" ”

Li Chongxin sneered, squeezed the tea cup in his hand tightly, and said hatefully: "I didn't expect that Feng Shujia is a big ghost, and he really has a few brushes, and he can take the opportunity to turn defeat into victory!" I really underestimated her before!"

A few years ago, when An Qisheng sent news that the price of hibiscus clothes would not fall, he also laughed at Feng Shujia for being too young and indiscriminately grasping blindness, but he didn't expect that Feng Shujia would give him such a loud mouth over the years.

"Who's to say it isn't!" An Qisheng was jealous, "In the end, people still have a good father......"

If it weren't for the military exploits and favor of Wu'an Hou Feng Yi, how dare you rely on Feng Shujia, a little yellow-haired girl, and a small ready-to-wear shop with Furong Dress, to fight against him and argue with Qiyunfang?

An Qisheng's tone was sour, obviously An Yuanzhi was not a good father compared to Feng Yi.

Li Chongxin thought about it, and his heart was also pantothenic, the king of Fenyang is a good father, but that good is only limited to the lord of Zhenhui......

"What's the use of talking about what you don't have now?" Li Chongxin cleaned up his mood and said hatefully, "Since Furong has become rich and rich, and she doesn't even take care of her old customers, then let's take it over for it." Anyway, we're asking for money! ”

By the way, I smeared the forgetfulness of the hibiscus dress.

An Qisheng, out of the intuition and experience of a businessman, felt that it was not appropriate to continue to reduce the price like this, but he couldn't think of any other ideas for a while, and seeing that Li Chongxin was full of interest, he would not easily change his mind, and he didn't dare to offend this last backer, so he had to take the right and respond.

Secretly, he secretly found Yao Zhili and asked him to ask the mysterious master to draw some new patterns to compete with Furong again.

But Yao Zhili was greedy for merit at the beginning, and he had already given all the tricks left by Pan Yuer to Qiyunfang, and now Pan Yuer went to practice with the masters of the Dao, where did he find the tricks for him!

Yao Zhili got the news and sweated in a hurry.

Thinking that the cloud cutting fang was in a hurry, Yao Zhili didn't dare to delay for a moment, and immediately sent someone to Biyun Temple outside the city to find Pan Yu'er.

Before Pan Yu'er left, she said to Yao Zhili that she would follow the master of Biyun Temple to practice the mystical method, in order to make her future prediction more and more accurate.

Yao Zhili was bent on relying on Pan Yuer's predictability to rise to the top in the officialdom, and make steady progress, so that the Yao family could stand tall in the top elite circle in the capital, endlessly, and of course he would not stop it when he heard the rumors.

He figured it out, anyway, Pan Yu'er had just arrived, even if she had waited for two years, she was still a delicate flower with her stunning appearance, and she didn't have to worry about attracting the attention of Emperor Longqing.

For this reason, Yao Zhili also sent people to Biyun Temple every month to offer a full amount of sesame oil money, to show his love and importance to Pan Yuer, the granddaughter, in the hope that Pan Yuer could be used by him more wholeheartedly in the future.

Yao Zhili thought cleverly and calculated well, but he didn't expect that Cutting Yunfang suffered a big loss under Furong Sheng so quickly, and came a year in advance to ask for the next year's tricks.

What made him even more anxious was that the person sent to Biyunguan to ask to see Pan Yu'er came back to report that Pan Yu'er had traveled with the master of the temple, and was not in the temple at this time, and asked when he would return, and replied that he did not know.

Yao Zhili was sweating in a hurry, but he had no choice but to send someone to squat in Biyunguan, and ordered Pan Yuer to invite her back to the house as soon as she came back, and he personally went to Qiyunfang to explain to An Qisheng.

Yao Zhili didn't know that the King of Fenyang had given up on Qiyunfang at this time, and let it fend for itself, so he explained and explained in front of An Qisheng, and lost a lot.

Although An Qisheng was angry, he was also worried that he would not let go, and the matter would be troubled by the King of Fenyang, and he would not be able to please him, so he could only suppress his anger and urge Yao Zhili to go back and quickly find out the master, and then seize the time to draw some new tricks and send them over.

At this time, Pan Yuer was under house arrest by Xiao Ji in a deep mountain and old forest, and it was difficult for the mud bodhisattva to cross the river to protect himself, so where could he control these disturbances in the capital.

The whole spring has passed, and the cloud cutting workshop did not wait for new tricks to save the scene, and in the end it naturally ended dismally.

Although compared with other embroidery workshops, the profit of the cloud cutting workshop is still considerable, but it is less than half of the usual, how can it not make An Qisheng anxious?

And although the king of Fenyang doesn't care about the cloud cutting fang, An Qisheng doesn't want to and doesn't dare to give up this big backer, so the silver that should be paid every quarter will be presented as usual, and the king of Fenyang will also accept it safely without the slightest excuse.

But with such a little bit of silver, it is not enough to even hand it over to the king of Fenyang, let alone keep it for the capital to expand production in the next season, to compete with Furong Dress.

For a while, An Qi was so worried that a few white hairs grew out.

When more than half of the usual Fengyin was handed over to the King of Fenyang, he frowned and shook his head, but said nothing.

Years ago, the amount of filial piety in the past can still be maintained, but it is less than half in a spring, and it seems that the ability of this Anjisheng is very limited.

Without his support, I'm afraid that it will only be a matter of time before Cutting Cloud Fang is suppressed by Furong Dress.

Fortunately, now that Emperor Longqing is eyeing Qiyunfang, he has no intention of tearing his face with Emperor Longqing at this moment, otherwise he doesn't know how much more effort he will have to put into it.

"This daughter of Wu Anhou is really amazing...... King Fenyang shook his head with a piece of snowflake silver, quite envious.

Look at other people's daughters, and then look at your own children...... It's hard to put into words......

Fortunately, he didn't care much about it either.

At this time, Feng Shujia, who made the King of Fenyang both admired and emotional, was reconciling accounts at the Furong Dress Main Store.

Several shopkeepers looked at Feng Shujia's face cautiously, very apologetic and uneasy.

This season's income is a lot less than before, even if Feng Shujia doesn't say it, they themselves feel that they can't explain it.