After returning home from the Song Mansion, Zhao Po's heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

Although she had thought about the possibility of Song Jue liking herself, she never thought that it would come true.

She tossed and turned on the bed, constantly thinking about the bits and pieces after she met Song Jue, and it was difficult to sleep.

Song Jue said that he likes himself, so himself, do you like him?

Zhao Po thought of the first meeting of the Sunrise Pavilion; a nervous report at the end of last month; He is responsive to his needs; The anger in his eyes as he pulled himself away from Bai Li Ye; and the seriousness, gentleness, and fear that he almost ignored when he proposed.

Zhao Po remembered the distress and loss that Song Jue helped him up today.

In the past, she always subconsciously thought of Song Jue as an "ancient" who was completely different from herself, a mature and stable "younger brother". ”

But now put aside these two filters, and think of Song Jue again.

Zhao Po pursed his lips and smiled, his cheeks burning red.

She seems to ...... It's a little tempting.

But she can't afford to repeat the mistakes of the past.

In his previous life, because he believed in the wrong person, not only did he die in the end, but even his father was unjustly imprisoned.

What about this life?

Zhao Po is almost sure that Song Jue is by no means as incompetent and powerless as rumored by the outside world, if he turns his face and denies people, can he ensure that his parents, Zhao Jin, Shuang'er and Zen Zhen will not be harmed?

No.

Zhao Po clenched his fists.

She wants money, but also power.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Po washed up and went straight to the Song Mansion.

Yesterday, the matter of Song Dagongzi's affectionate confession had spread all over the Song Mansion, how dare the guards stop Zhao Po.

So, Zhao Po walked all the way to the study unhindered.

When Song Jue saw the visitor, he was surprised and delighted, expectant and scared.

Zhao Po said bluntly: "The surname is Song, I like you." ”

Song Jue's eyes lit up, and he was about to stand up and say something, when he was pressed back to his seat by Zhao Po.

"You restrain yourself first, I haven't finished my sentence yet. When it comes to falling in love, the most important thing is trust. I know that you are not a mediocre person, and the shops in your hands must not only be the old industries of the Song family, but also have some manpower in the cabinet. I want you to tell me all of this, would you like to? ”

"After telling you this, can you accept me?"

"I'm not sure. But how dare I get along with you if you don't tell me? ”

"Okay, I said." Song Jue smiled with relief.

Even if it's just the slightest opportunity, you have to seize it tightly.

"Let's start with the store."

Song Jue glanced at Zhao Po and said, "Chunlai Building is mine." ”

Zhao Po nodded: "I guessed this a long time ago." The shop where we went to buy porcelain last time was yours, right? You have money in your left pocket and in your right pocket, who would want to marry you except for me, a thrifty housekeeper? ”

Song Jue said modestly: "Madame has won the award." The appearance under it is also very good-looking. ”

Zhao Po deeply felt that he had been deceived by Song Jue's gentle appearance.

"Okay, don't stink, I'm the best-looking. What else is there besides these two stores? ”

Song Jue was embarrassed and said: "There are still quite a lot of shops under it, and it takes a little effort to talk about them one by one." Let's put it this way, half of the shops that Huadu has opened in the past ten years and have a thriving business are mine. ”

Zhao Po gasped.

There are almost 100 prosperous businesses in Huadu's new stores, which means that Song Jue has opened more than 50 prosperous stores in ten years?!

And ten years, doesn't that mean that he started business at the age of fourteen?

Thinking that he was still in junior high school when he was fourteen years old, Zhao Po was inexplicably a little embarrassed.

But she thought about it again.

No, I'm a seventeen-year-old girl now! Come out with the momentum of a seventeen-year-old genius girl!

So she straightened her chest, hooked the corners of her mouth, and said in a tone overlooking the country: "It's not bad." So how many connections do you have in the cabinet? ”

"There's not much in the cabinet. It's just that there are a few ministers who happen to have the same interests as me. ”

"Coincidentally?"

"Half coincidence, half deliberate."

"You'll give me a list of the stores you opened, so I'll be able to buy things more conveniently in the future."

Song Jue smiled and said, "Madame really runs the house. ”

Zhao Po was distracted by Song Jue's laughter, turned his head with a slightly red face and said, "I'm going to Weaving Moon Fang." Good bye. Then he fled.

Song Jue stood up and grabbed Zhao Po's hand: "I'll send you there." ”

"Okay."

The atmosphere in the carriage was a little awkward.

Zhao Po lowered his head and stared at his knees.

So now the two of them have confessed to each other and are engaged, but they are not boyfriend and girlfriend yet?

Facing such a complicated situation, Zhao Po didn't know what to say for a while.

At this time, a gust of wind lifted the carriage curtain, and Zhao Po saw a beautifully decorated jewelry and fat powder shop outside-Peony Pavilion.

She patted Song Jue next to her: "Is this store yours?" ”

Song Jue glanced at it and nodded.

Zhao Po became excited.

SUDDENLY THERE IS A FEELING THAT MAC IS YOUR OWN HOME.

The car continued to walk forward, and Zhao Po saw a high-end skin care store.

"Where's this?"

"Yes."

Zhao Po cracked his mouth and laughed.

La Mer is also home.

"What about that?"

"Yes."

The Homeinn Hotel is also its own home.

"Eh, where's that little shop?"

"Business is so bad, how can it be mine?"

"Makes sense. Well, look at that store, I've been there a few times. Although it is a little smaller, the roast duck inside tastes good. ”

Zhao Po turned his head and saw Song Jue's meaningful smile. exclaimed: "That store is also yours?" But this shop is so small, it doesn't look like your style. ”

"Although the store is small, it makes a lot of money."

The carriage stopped at the gate of the Weaving Moon Fang, Song Jue got out of the car first, and then carefully took Zhao Po down.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the surrounding passers-by and the embroidery girl of the Weaving Moon Workshop were stunned.

At the meeting of sights, Song Jue brushed Zhao Poqingsi affectionately, wanting to give her a hug.

Zhao Po pushed him away very naturally, and Song Jue also took a step back very naturally and watched Zhao Po enter the store.

The people of the Weaving Moon Workshop were still in shock, and countless inquiring eyes fell on Zhao Po.

Zhao Po smiled calmly: "Work." I'll tell you all when the business is done. ”

The melon-eating crowd nodded frantically.

Zhao Po walked to the back of the store and observed the movements of the embroidery girls, utensils and embroidery.

She noticed a gleaming piece of fabric in the corner of the table.

Curious, she picked it up and asked, "Is this the pearl?" ”

Gan Junliu on the side nodded: "Yes." Pearl silk is a unique fabric of the Weaving Moon Workshop. It shines like a pearl in the light and is expensive, so it is only used for the finest clothing. ”

Zhao Po gently pinched the fabric, which was unexpectedly delicate and smooth.

"It's hard to make this fabric, isn't it?"

"That's right. The special raw material of pearl silk is fritillary and grows mostly in the cliffs of the Western Regions, especially the production process is extremely cumbersome and difficult, so the yield is very small. ”

Zhao Po nodded thoughtfully.

She turned her head and ordered, "Shuang'er, you send someone to find a Mr. Script." ”

"Mr. Talk?" Shuang'er asked puzzledly, "What are you doing with Mr. Talkbook?" ”

"Let him go to the Western Regions, get in touch with the medicinal farmers who pick motherwort, and then write a few books to tell the storyteller in the lively restaurant in Huadu."

Shuang'er became more and more puzzled: "What is this for?" ”

"Isn't it a pity that pearl silk is so precious and not many people outside know about it. When everyone understands the pearl silk, business will naturally not worry. And, to build a high-end brand, a brand story is essential. ”

"Yes Miss. Miss is so smart! ”

Shuang'er's eyes were shining, and he looked at Zhao Po with admiration.

Zhao Po smiled.

She turned her head and asked, "Junliu, do you know of any materials that can be used to make silk threads similar to pearl silk?" ”

Gan Junliu lowered his head and thought seriously for a while: "There is a kind of ...... The celestial silk is somewhat similar to the pearl silk, but it is not as delicate and shining as the pearl silk. ”

"Good. In the future, pearl silk will be used in high-end clothing, and Tianyin silk can be added to medium-sized clothing. Zhao Po suddenly sighed and said, "It's a pity that there are no new designers to design clothes." ”

Shuang'er was relieved: "The news has been released before, and someone should send the work over within two or three days." ”

Zhao Po nodded: "Hmm." That's two or three days. ”