The person who came was Hu Wenhe.

The people who came with him, some wore the dark green official uniform of Jingzhao Yin's military attaché, some wore the four-grade civil official crimson embroidered cloud goose, the fifth-grade civil official embroidered white pheasant, and the six-grade embroidered heron and duck supplemental uniform, and pressed a group of people, about a dozen people.

Han Chuan frowned.

Where did the official uncle come from, and he didn't squeak in advance, more than a dozen people were enough to sit in the chartered venue.

Are the diners in the queue outside still eating?

Han Chuan was a little unsure in his heart, and set his eyes on Hu Wenhe with a smile on his face - he was an acquaintance, and he also brought the person, so he didn't look for anyone.

"Master Hu, who are you?" Han Chuan lowered his voice, and his eyes swept to a person wearing the regular uniform of a third-rank military attache wearing an embroidered tiger and leopard, a third-rank military attaché... It's a high position, Jin Wuwei is in charge of Zheng Erpin, Yu Lin Wei is in charge of Zheng Erpin, and Jing Zhao Yin Mansion Yin Zheng Sanpin is in charge of all matters in the capital except for the imperial city, integrating reconnaissance, patrol, and maintenance, well... is equivalent to the political envoy, and he is a big man.

Jingzhao Yin, Fu Yin, all came forward?

A mid-year dinner?

That Jing Zhaoyin is really an oil and water yamen.

Here, she charges per capita, and the standard of meals and drinks is calculated separately according to the standard of one or two silver per person, and these dozen people have to eat thirty taels no matter what.

An ordinary fourth-grade official, the first quarter of the year.

What's more, where are the civil officials in Jingzhao Yinli?

Han Chuan touched his nose and looked at Hu Wenhe, waiting for clarification.

Hu Wenhe hurriedly pulled Han Chuan aside, made a gesture, and said bitterly, "... Knowing that you are in a tight supply here, a group of people from Wu Yang came over and caught you off guard... But you're going to have to help you no matter what. Hu Wenhe pointed at the middle-aged man wearing the official uniform of the tiger and leopard, "Have you seen it?" Kyung Zhao Yin Boss! Today, a person came forward to welcome the guests, and this is the leader! ”

Hu Wenhe gave a thumbs up.

Han Chuan pursed his lips.

I don't understand.

Hu Wen and "ouch" simply said, "The neighbor next door to you!" Alas! The perennially vacant house! ”

Han Chuan buried his head and thought about it.

Oh!

The imperial merchant for Jiangnan weaving!

Su Ri is not there, and when he goes to Beijing in June and July to offer silk and satin, he will live in the house for a rich man!

Han Chuan frowned, "... An imperial businessman... Can you use Jingzhao Mansion Mansion Yin Du to come forward to entertain? ”

One is a taxi, the other is a businessman, and the difference is there!

No matter how rich you are, you can't do it!

This is self-depreciation.

Hu Wenhe waved his hand, leaned over and whispered to Han Chuan, "That imperial merchant is surnamed Cao, and he is rich, and he is said to be the leader of the Jianghuai Caoyun Wharf, selling both silk and salt and mines. Think about it, JAC..."

All waterways are connected to the Yangtze River.

The Caoyun Governor of the previous and current dynasties was not located in the city of Beijing, but was stationed in the city of Huai'an, Nanzhili, not only managing the canal along the 3,000-mile canal that spanned several high-ranking officials, but also intervened in local government affairs and taxation matters...

It's a ruthless character.

However, there is nothing unusual.

After all, "Shi Xian" is about to become the back kitchen of the Qin Mansion and the British Mansion.

A Cao Yun envoy is not enough to make Han Chuan change color.

Xu is Hanchuan's expression was too calm, and Hu Wenhe also calmed down inexplicably, thinking about his previous panic and panic... Hu Wenhe's face was a little unbearable, buried his head, and continued, "The one who wants to be invited to the banquet today is the grandson of the head of the Cao family, and the family has money, so as soon as he came, he donated an official who knew the four products of the Gyeonggi Metropolitan Caoyun Envoy..."

There was contempt in the words that could not be hidden.

Han Chuan looked at Hu Wenhe in surprise.

Isn't he also a gift from his family?

It's just that people donate four products, and he donates six products... Why do you have to laugh at 50 steps for 100 steps?

Hu Wenhe was a little embarrassed by Han Chuan, his face returned to normal, glanced at the hall, and explained in a low voice, "The relationship between the Jinggi Metropolitan Caoyun Envoy and our Jing Zhaoyin has always been iron-clad, and our boss said that both sides are invited, and the right should be given to Cao Tongzhi to take over." Thinking that Cao Tongzhi's house was in Dongtangzi Hutong, and he asked someone to get closer, a colleague proposed that he would not have a meal with you. Besides, didn't you often send things to Jing Zhaoyin in the past? The big guy thought that the relationship between the two of us was solid, so he said..."

Hu Wenhe remembered the ridicule of his colleagues-

"It's hard to determine the 'season'! What's the saying? Wen into the slaughter, martial arts for the general, not Wen Wu British Gong, get this position to enter the door of 'Shi Xian'! ”

"Eh, I remember that Wen and the proprietress of 'Shixian' are quite close? Tell Wenhe to open a back door, and someone may be able to let us in! ”

"It's not just near! In the past, when the proprietress of 'Shi Xian' sold baked cakes, she often brought food to invite us to try it! ”

He was embarrassed to say it.

I'm really embarrassed.

He has some unusual feelings for Han Chuan.

But Han Chuan has never had an extraordinary attitude towards him, and his grandfather knocked on the side and said that the girl who opened the restaurant could not marry into the Hu family, so his heart gradually faded.

Afterward... Later, Shangfeng told him to stay away from "Shi Xian", and the words meant that the relationship between Han Chuan and the British Gongzaburo was not ordinary-the secret between the hairpins and the powerful, and he was a "death" when he was mixed in with a small six-rank official...

After he figured out the trick, he suddenly realized a little when he looked at Han Chuan again, and the sudden dissociation and sourness that occurred after Han Chuan ran the restaurant smoothly also found an outlet - no wonder a small return to the palace maid was so successful in such a short time.

How could it be possible to do it on your own?

If you don't have a rich and powerful man to help you, how can you run it so easily?

When he looked at Han Chuan again, Hu Wenhe had a little contempt in his heart, and deliberately drew a distance from "Shi Xian", under his control, his contacts with Han Chuan gradually decreased a lot - grandpa is right, it really matters that the right person is right, a girl with a good background will not show her face outside because of eating, drinking and dressing, and she will not wander around the pile of men all day long to be a three-point smile when she sees everyone... Thin and light people.

Therefore, when his colleagues urged him to charter the "Shi Xian" venue, he was a little hesitant.

But Shangfeng heard that he could book a table with "Shi Xian", so he patted him on the back for the first time, and said what?

Oh, that's what I said.

"Old Beijing still has some use, at least everywhere can be eaten, and there are people."

Forced by these words, Hu Wenhe had to bite the bullet.

He pondered it, and didn't book it in advance, but instead brought a group of people over directly, thinking that the matter had come to this point, Han Chuan saw that the Hu family and the Bai family had been in front of each other for so many years, so why did he have to take this business forward?

I have to say that Hu Wenhe was quite right.

Everyone is here, they are all sitting, can they still please leave?

And there is Hu Wenhe's face in front of him.

Han Chuan thought about it, and then asked Xiao Shuang'er to go to the door to explain one by one, and then closed the courtyard door.

Hu Wenhe breathed a sigh of relief, straightened the corners of his clothes, raised his head, and walked proudly to the upper peak - "No problem, no problem, the relationship between the son and the proprietress is here, no one's business can not be done without our Jing Zhaoyin's business!" ”