In one day, Sang Yang came to Shuqinzhai for the second time.

They were received by Dong Hui, the owner of Shaozhai.

"The young general went and returned, but what did he ask?" Dong Hui's eyes were a little eager and doubtful.

"Exactly! Back then, someone deliberately lured Liu Kai to the dart, and it is very likely that the robbery of the dart was arranged by this person. Sang Yang said slowly.

"Who the hell is this person? Could it be that the king is in charge? Dong Hui's eyes widened, and his expression was extremely surprised.

"Yes and no! There are still people behind this matter! Sang Yang replied unhurriedly, his eyes fixed on Dong Hui's face.

"And the people behind the scenes?!!"

Dong Hui's face became more and more ugly.

Ten years of henchmen were arrested, and not only that, there were people behind the scenes, which shocked Dong Hui very much.

"As for who is behind the scenes, I wonder if the young fasting master has any guesses?" The young man's face was cold, and his voice was as cold as jade.

Dong Hui twisted his eyebrows and pondered for a moment. "Steward Wang is an orphan, has no relatives and no reason, and he has been in the Dong Mansion for more than ten years, the person behind this is ......... I haven't guessed yet! ”

"I have something to ask about the young fasting master, please tell me directly." Sang Yang arched his hand.

"Major General, please speak, Dong should know everything."

"Lord Shaozhai, on the account book of Shuqinzhai, there will be a large amount of precious paper-making materials and some utensils on a regular basis, where does this come from?" Sang Yang's gaze deepened and said lightly.

Dong Hui was stunned when he heard this, "The paper material was given by a fixed number of people, and they were all the original planners of the Yimo Society. ”

"The planner of the Emoth Society?"

"Exactly, the Emoji Society was organized 10 years ago, when a few people approached my father. They want to recommend the paper of Shuqinzhai to more calligraphers and painters.

I also hope that Shuqinzhai can continue to study and make more and better paper.

To this end, they are willing to use more money for the establishment of the Ink Society, and those precious paper-making materials are donated by them to improve the paper. ”

As soon as he said this, the young fasting lord was full of energy and his eyes were shining.

"Oh! How can there be such a good thing that does not count the cost? Sang Yang raised his eyebrows.

Such dedication must be intentional!

"Not really, they can get half of the dividends for the orders I get because of the ink meeting, and they also have dividends for the renewal of customers in the later period." Dong Hui replied with a smile.

"I wonder if you can tell me how much the dividends you get every time you meet because of the Ink Society?" Sang Yang continued to ask.

"Dividends? I really haven't counted the accounts, and my wife is in charge of the accounts. Dong Hui muttered.

"Then I wonder if I can invite Mrs. Zun to come and talk about it?" The county lord of Chaoxia smiled.

Dong Hui was stunned for a moment, and then said, "It's okay!" ”

Mrs. Dong, who got the news, walked into the hall slowly. Mrs. Dong Shao is a woman of about thirty-five or sixteen years old, with long and narrow phoenix eyes, oblique willow eyebrows and sideburns, and she looks quite shrewd.

"Madam, the young general and the county lord of Chaoxia, there is something important to ask, and Mrs. Lao!"

"The lord doesn't have to be polite, the young general and the lord of Chaoxia County, please speak, and the concubine should tell the truth." Mrs. Dong Ying gave a salute.

"Young lady, please get up, if there is anything wrong with Ziyu's questioning, I hope that Mrs. will take care of it."

"The major general is serious, the young general, please speak!"

Sang Yang didn't bother to go around in circles, and asked directly, "Madam, where did some of the precious utensils in your Shuqinzhai account come from?" ”