"By the way, Bai Mo, I remember, are you the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, Bai Mo!" Rong Bai finally found a sense of existence. The name of the Ministry of Rites Shangshu has often appeared in Hengqing's mouth recently.

Somehow, Hengqing is currently particularly interested in the senior officials in the capital.

There are six Shangshu in the capital, and Hengqing said that this Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites is a very smart person, and there is no stain yet. Rong Bai didn't know why Hengqing was looking for Shangshu's stain, but now it seems that this person is not without stains.

At this time, the last thing Bai Mo wanted to hear was what Rong Bai said.

In the past, he was accused of seducing other people's daughters and abandoning his wife, and later he was called out of the identity of the Ministry of Rites, which can be said to be a strengthened version of his own mouth.

"Hehe, the Book of Rites?" The old man on the other side just sneered.

No matter how thick-skinned Bai Mo is, he can't stay in this place. He knew that the people here would definitely not welcome him. But if you want to go out, it seems impossible.

Wuhou Yinu, how powerful it is, Bai Mo has heard of it. This man stands in front of the door, and that is a door god. If you don't give compensation money, who can pass.

"This is a hundred taels of silver, Ah Wan, Wen Wan, you can order it." Understanding the current situation, Bai Mo decisively took out a silver ticket from his arms and put it on the table.

Wen Wanle took the money, waved his hand, and Rong Bai stepped out of the door.

Pulling the woman beside him, Bai Mo quickly went downstairs and disappeared. There were only two old men left in the room, and Wen Wan could now take a good look at them.

"Awan." The old lady looked at Wen Wan with teary eyes.

Wen Wan's reason for finding it was also simple, she was sad and amnesiac, and the pot was thrown to Bai Mo. Anyway, for women in this era, being abandoned by their husbands is no different from losing their lives.

Not to mention, the original owner had suffered so many grievances before.

"Awan, Daddy is sorry for you." The outsiders are gone, and the old man who has been keeping his face in the face finally can't hold back. When Rong Bai saw this scene, he couldn't stop in the room. He turned around and went out of the room.

But she has good ears.

Even outside the house, even if the whimpering sound inside was suppressed by restraint, Rong Bai could still hear it. Rong Bai, who was really not used to this kind of scene, finally went downstairs.

Downstairs is also lively.

Because the Thousand Golden Pavilion is open! This was the first thing to be sold in the Thousand Golden Pavilions. Speaking of before, the fur business in Changpingjiang has been monopolized by Wen Wan.

No one knows where the furs are, so even if the local officials had to pay tribute, they wouldn't have been able to find them.

Now don't talk about the market, even in the palace, there are not many furs with excellent texture.

The skin that the guests looked at was a white tiger fur. Speaking of white tigers, they are not ordinary tigers. To put it scientifically, it is a tiger with albinism. However, in this era of uncivilized, the white tiger is a divine beast. Divine beast fur, that's a rare good thing.

It's just that there are not many such tigers, and it is even more difficult to grow to adulthood. Therefore, when Wen Wan first bought this thing, it cost thousands of taels of silver.

Sell now, and the target is naturally a few thousand gold.

"This skin, I want it." A young man shouted pointing to the leather on it.

"Okay." The shopkeeper was personally selected by Wen Wan.

"And that cloak, I want it too." The young man shouted again, pointing to another item. Hearing this person's shouting, Rong Baike was happy.

The first piece of white tiger fur, even if it is exchanged for silver at the cheapest price, will cost 145,000 taels of silver. The pure white rabbit fur cloak, although the price is a little cheaper, is at least four or five hundred taels.

The first order of Qianjin Pavilion is really worth a thousand gold.

Rong Bai felt that selling luxury goods was really more profitable than opening a hot pot restaurant by himself, he didn't do anything, and he made thousands of taels of silver in minutes!

"I heard that you still take on the commission of goods here?" The young man said to the shopkeeper standing at the counter after selecting two goods.

"Anything you can buy can be ordered at our store. In addition to the normal purchase amount, we only charge a certain percentage of the commission. Of course, the commission ratio is directly proportional to the difficulty of acquisition. I don't know what Childe wants? ”

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly: "I book, Chinese New Year's Eve, I want at least ten kinds of fresh fruits." ”

After the shopkeeper recorded the man's request, he began to prepare an offer. Soon, the quotation came out: "Ten kinds of fruits, all southern fruits, arrival time, Chinese New Year's Eve." ”

After speaking, the shopkeeper raised his head and looked at the young man: "The price is 100,000 taels." ”

"One hundred thousand taels! Why don't you grab it! The young man instantly raised his voice: "Ten kinds of fruits, even the number has not been decided, you will ask for 100,000 taels of silver!" I don't think you want to open a store! ”

"Ten kinds of fruits, fresh and delivered before the Chinese New Year's Eve. What Childe is going to do with these fruits, the small ones are very clear. After a pause, the treasurer looked at the young man: "As we all know, it is not far from Chinese New Year's Eve now, there is no fruit in the north, and fruits are shipped from the south, and the losses are countless." ”

"If His Royal Highness can't accept this price, please see who can take over this task in this capital." The shopkeeper was not stunned at all, but lowered his voice and called out the identity of the young man.

The young man's face turned slightly pale.

He never thought that he was obviously wearing civilian clothes, how did this person know his identity.

"You're going to have to make a note!"

"Nature." The shopkeeper nodded. He bowed his head and took out two pieces of paper directly from under the counter: "This is the contract of our store." ”

After speaking, he bowed his head and took a pen to write the terms of both parties on the contract: "If Childe can accept the content of the terms, sign his name here." ”

The contents on those two sheets of paper are exactly the same, and the font is very small, which is uncomfortable to look at. Therefore, the young man didn't take it seriously, and directly signed the name.

Under the guidance of the shopkeeper, the names were signed on both pieces of paper and the private seals were struck.

"After the deposit is in place, we can send someone out." The opening of the shopkeeper.

How much is the deposit, one-tenth of the total price. The young man touched the silver ticket in his arms, and finally, took out the deposit.

The identity of young people is indeed not simple. If the crown prince and Yun Ji are here, they will definitely be able to recognize that this person is the second prince who has been dealing with him head-on.

However, compared to the high-spirited and personable second prince before, the demeanor of the young man in front of him has almost disappeared.

With the things exchanged for the silver ticket, the second prince left the Qianjin Pavilion satisfied.

Except for the contract exchanged for 100,000 taels of silver, which is a bit psychologically bottomless, the rest of the things are the best of the best. Now it is not as good as before, and now, among all the princes, except for the fifth, sixth and seventh princes, he is the weakest person in his hands.

Now, he still has one last chance, and that is to prepare for the New Year's sacrifice to his ancestors. The preparations for this year's ancestor worship were handed over to him, and if he did it well, he would have a chance to turn over.

It's just a few hundred thousand taels of silver, if you can turn over, who do you want to pay?