Song Lingyue combed her short hair and hood, changed into a white suit, put on two mustaches for herself in the mirror, and made sure that everything was right, and then went downstairs slowly.

I haven't seen him for more than a year, Mr. Zhang has changed a lot, his fat belly is gone, his face is sallow, he is thin, wearing a loose gray gown, I don't know how many days I haven't changed, he is wrinkled, gray hair, sparse stubble, and a poor and decadent appearance.

Song Lingyue was secretly surprised, for more than a year, she hadn't paid attention to the movements of her father's friends, why did this Mr. Zhang fall so far?

Thinking like this in his heart, he still had an indifferent look on his face, walked to the sofa, and asked, "This is Mr. Zhang, right?" ”

Mr. Zhang, who was on the sofa, heard the voice and hurriedly stood up, the housekeeper of the Rong Mansion was not there, so he had to introduce himself, "You are Young Master Rong?" The surname of the contemptible person is Zhang. He also stretched out a hand, making a gesture to shake hands with Song Lingyue, and stared at her.

Seeing the young master Rong in front of him, he looked white and clean, delicate like a little girl, and his two mustaches were extremely inconsistent with his tender white face, and he didn't see a little old and spicy, but as if he was pretending to be deep, he was quite surprised, could it be that this Rong Shaodong, who can call the wind and rain in Kyoto, turned out to be a little white face?

Song Lingyue ignored the surprise on his face, shook his hand shallowly, walked to the position opposite him and sat down, Erlang's legs were cocked, his chin was raised, and he said in a light tone: "Please sit down!" I have never met Mr. Zhang before, so I don't know why I came to visit? ”

Mr. Zhang, apparently realizing that he was a little out of shape, lowered his head and sat back in a daze, but he did not dare to sit upright, so he only sat on the edge of the expensive leather soft sofa, leaned forward, and opened his mouth.

"Young Master Rong, I came here rashly, it was indeed presumptuous, but I am afraid that the next post will not be delivered to you, after all, I am a living person, so I can only do it as a last resort."

Song Lingyue didn't have time to listen to him say these polite words, leaned on the sofa, and waved one hand, "Mr. Zhang has something to say!" I've never cared about these false courtesies. ”

Mr. Zhang laughed dryly, rubbed his shirt with one hand, his palms were sweaty, and he tried his best to hide his embarrassment and discomfort, and after thinking for a long time, he opened his mouth again.

"Young Master Rong, the contemptible people are also in the business of cloth, originally the silk and hemp business was quite stable, but in recent months, it has been declining day by day, and the factory has a tendency to not be able to operate.

Song Lingyue snorted, turned her head and called the maid, and asked to send two cups of coffee, the maid responded, and quickly sent it to him, one cup was served to Song Lingyue, and the other cup was put in front of Mr. Zhang.

Song Lingyue took a shallow sip before putting down the cup and asking, "Then what does Mr. Zhang mean by looking for me?" ”

Mr. Zhang stared at the white jade porcelain coffee cup with gold and flowers in front of him, it was a tribute in the front court, but he could take it out at will to entertain guests in Rongfu, and he was afraid that his clothes were not worth the money of this cup, so he didn't dare to touch it in the end, and retracted his hand.

After hesitating for a while, he said: "I want to see if I can have the opportunity to cooperate with you, I will give you a small part of the production of silk and linen, and let me have a small part of your cotton fabrics." ”

Song Lingyue almost squirted out a mouthful of coffee, and her body owed a little, so as not to lose her temper, and secretly felt funny in her heart, this surname Zhang is crazy, right? Such words were actually said directly.

It sounds good, although there is still a demand for silk and linen fabrics, but the country is rich in silk fabrics, and there is no shortage of hemp, and there is an industry, a few years ago it was still in its heyday, and the supply exceeded the demand, so the establishment of a large number of factories has made a fortune.

But now, cotton, woolen fabrics have become a trend, if the silk fabric is of the highest quality and there is a market, if it is a defective product, but the poor can not afford it, the rich disdain to use, can only put a large number of goods in the warehouse, hemp fabrics are multi-use, but the production of people are also many, the price is low, the profit is meager.

Kyoto's cotton and wool fabrics, now only Song Lingyue runs a monopoly, has monopolized Kyoto and even other provinces of cotton and wool fabrics, how many people see her make a lot of money, anxious red eyes want to get a piece of the pie, are nailed back by her soft nails, a piece of the pie is easy, the premise is, you have to have a bowl to pick it up!

"Mr. Zhang, what you said is quite direct, but doing business is not such a practice, my factory relies not only on manpower and machines, but also on technology, technology is my job, you took it, do you want me to drink the northwest wind?" Song Lingyue said with a smile.

Mr. Zhang didn't expect him to be so faceless, the muscles on his face twitched a few times, and he muttered angrily, "Young Master Rong, you can't say anything, no matter what industry, sooner or later someone will squeeze in." Isn't the factory in your hand the same one that used to be Song's? The Song family was also brilliant, but now it has become your Rong family's industry, and the Song family has long been unable to see even a living person. ”

Song Lingyue was not angry, and nodded calmly, "You are right, however, I have my own plans, it is okay for Mr. Zhang to cooperate, but it is not the cooperation you said, you have to do what I say." ”

Mr. Zhang didn't expect him to let go, and his face softened a little, but when he heard him say that he wanted to do what he said, he couldn't help but feel nervous, "What kind of cooperation does Young Master Rong want?" ”

Song Lingyue straightened up and looked at him, and said, "Sell your factory to me, and then I will consider dividing a part of your finished products, and you can do a distribution and support your family." ”

Mr. Zhang thought that he would propose a serious cooperation plan, but he didn't expect to swallow his factory, and what kind of distribution, to put it bluntly, was it just to let him be a cloth seller.

Angry for a while, he stood up with a "rubbing", and said in an angry tone: "Young Master Rong, I sincerely ask for cooperation, I didn't expect you to fight this idea, who doesn't know that the largest cloth village in Kyoto is your Rong family, you took my factory, let me lose my net worth, and go to be a small merchant and hawker, what kind of heart do you have?" ”

Song Lingyue took a leisurely sip of coffee, gently shook the cup in her hand, and said with a chuckle: "Mr. Zhang, this is the best way out I can think of for you, if you are reluctant to sell the factory, then I can't help it, you can only ask for more blessings." ”

Mr. Zhang's thin face turned white, white and red, he has been proud of the business world for more than ten years, but now he has been tricked by a little white face, this breath is blocked in his heart, he is so panicked, but he can't come out, he flicked his sleeves, and left angrily.

Mrs. Rong listened upstairs for a long time, and when she saw that Mr. Zhang had walked away, she went down the stairs, walked to Song Lingyue, supported the back of the sofa with one hand, and the jasper bracelet slipped to her wrist, she asked with a smile: "Xiaoyue, this Mr. Zhang seems to be a friend of Mr. Song before his death, why are you so cold to him?" ”

Song Lingyue put down the cup in her hand, shook her head with a wry smile, "Godmother, there are some things you don't know, and I don't bother to mention them." This surnamed Zhang, worshipping high and stepping low, fell into the dust, and even said a few words of sarcasm to my Song family, although I will not fall into the well, but I will never let him have a good time. ”

Mrs. Rong didn't know about Song Lingyue and Mr. Zhang's holiday, but she had her own ideas about doing things, so she didn't ask anymore, and said: "There are a few merchants from other provinces who want to come over, I booked a box in Jinhua Building in the evening, do you want to go with me?" ”

Song Lingyue shook her head, "I won't go, Song Lang called, the secretary general is going to Jinkaimen today, I have to go." ”

Mrs. Rong nodded, "Okay, then let's give them the goods according to the price you said, as for the amount of goods, I'll talk about it!" ”

Song Lingyue snorted, and said: "Actually, today's speech surnamed Zhang gave me a reminder that Kyoto cannot always be our dominance, and other factories will have to follow sooner or later, it seems that we have to open up a fixed supply channel in other provinces." ”

Mrs. Rong frowned, "That's not easy, the local bureaucrats have to work up and down, and Kyoto has to think about it." ”

Song Lingyue smiled, "It's not easy here in Kyoto, but it's just to spend some money, and the food will be settled, and it's not difficult to go to other provinces, there are several big warlord commanders in Kyoto, not all of them have just come from other provinces, they have a relationship, and it's always not difficult to get things done." ”

Mrs. Rong and Song Lingyue learned to do business, she used the connections that Jin Kaimen maintained, but she didn't understand, Song Lingyue said this, she was relieved, no more, got up and went to the kitchen, so as to tell the cook to cook a few side dishes that Song Lingyue likes to eat, her appetite has not been very good recently.

The maid came in to clean up the coffee cups on the table, Song Lingyue was still sitting and thinking about things, and saw another cup of coffee at a glance, thinking that it was for that Mr. Zhang, but he didn't move, he was upset again, waved his hand, and said impatiently: "This set of cups is for you, you can use it or sell it, in short, don't let me see it again." ”

The maid looked at the cup with gold and flowers, afraid that he couldn't buy a set without a few dozen yuan, and he could sell it at a good price, so he hurriedly bowed and thanked him, "Thank you Miss for rewarding!" "One hand tightened one, and he was going down.

Song Lingyue glared at her, "How many times have I said that in this family, call me young master." ”

The maid's heart jumped suddenly by her stare, and he nodded hurriedly, "It's the young master, don't dare to call it wrong in the future." ”

Song Lingyue waved her hand, let her go down, fell on the sofa on her back, her heart was full of bad feelings, she was obviously a young lady like a flower, but she could only pretend to be a little white-faced young master, to go around and grab business with those men, such a day, when is it a leader!