Zheng Rujiao was afraid of Qingtangmen and Qingguimen, she naturally didn't dare to go overboard, seeing that Hua Lan had always been kind on her face, she could only put reason on the table.

Hua Lan really didn't pay attention to the content of the contract, she believed that Lord Yin Zheng was selfless, but she thought about it carefully.

Chu Baishan is insidious and cunning, and the things in the text are not accurate.

There is no shortage of money in her pocket, so Hua Lan doesn't want to think about it. She raised her eyes and said to Zheng Rujiao: "That's good, the contract speaks!" ”

Hua Lan told the spring silkworm to go back to the house to get the contract, and sat down to drink tea as if no one was around.

A storm quietly subsided, and the young man and girl who came over were shocked.

There are very few people in Kyoto City who can level the Dahlia Silver Building, and these two people are obviously foreign upstarts.

Looking at the dress, the clothes are superior, after all, they are too simple. Hua Lan doesn't even have some valuable ornaments on her head, she is light and simple, but in the eyes of outsiders, it is inevitable that she is a little shabby.

"Nothing interesting."

The pretty boy shrugged his shoulders and said to the sweet girl, "Let's go." ”

"Wait a minute, this boy is really handsome."

When the girl saw Hua Lan, she had more eyes: "Brother, let's just wait and see, I don't know which young son this is?" ”

"Which family's son-in-law has nothing to do with us."

When my brother saw that his sister was a nymphomaniac, his eyes glared fiercely, and he quietly went down to the second floor.

"No."

The girl resisted and went downstairs, but she stood in the hall on the first floor and refused to move, "Just take a look, take a look, okay?" If you want to go back, you can go back yourself. ”

"Look, but look, can you have any more crooked brains?"

The pretty boy was helpless, so he had to wait on the first floor according to his sister.

The spring silkworm hurriedly walked out of the Dali Silver Building, trotted out of the flower street, hired a carriage, and hurried back to the flower house.

Fortunately, Hua San was still waiting for the time to come back to pick it up, and the spring silkworm didn't care about the master's explanation, so he took the contract and let Hua San drive back to Hua Street.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of Huajie, and Hua San was not at ease, and followed the spring silkworm to the second floor of the silver building.

As soon as Hua Lan saw the words on the contract, she immediately knew that she was in charge of Chu Baishan.

Zheng Rujiao knows Chu Baishan too well. Chu Baishan played a word game and sold all the shops and mansions of the Chu family to Hua Lan, and of course there would be a list of accounts of the shops.

It is clearly written in the contract that the list includes expenses and benefits. The location of the expenditure is ambiguous, including, of course, the list of goods, IOUs and arrears.

After reading them one by one, Hua Lan's brows furrowed: "Please Madame take out the IOU, I will go back and check it." ”

Hundreds of millions of taels of silver, although it is not too much in Hua Lan's eyes, it can't be wasted.

If it was really cheated in vain, how could the water in this river and lake go down.

Now that the handle is in the hands of the other party, if you want to get out perfectly, you can only adopt a roundabout strategy.

"Well, since Childe has accepted it, then we won't have anything more."

When Zheng Rujiao saw the contract, she put her heart in her stomach.

Although the young man had grown a beard, of course she could see that he had deliberately pasted it on his face. Thirteen or fourteen-year-old little dolls, where did they get their beards, didn't they cover their ears and steal bells? At first glance, it is a tender character, whether it is a clear door, a clear hall door, or a door with nothing, it is difficult to have such a loser young master.

Fortunately, it is not arrogant and unreasonable. Hua Lan's indifference made her settle down, "Cheng, Childe will go back first." The silver can be sent whenever it comes, and there is no hurry, not in a hurry. ”

The Chu family also has a silver building, and if there are no 200 million taels of silver, there are still tens of millions, right? Kyoto City has Lord Yin of Jingzhao Mansion, and he is not afraid that no one will call the shots for Dahlia Silver Tower.

She has read the contract carefully, and she has a score in her heart, and she is not afraid of losing money.

Chu Baishan is really insidious, and the little hairy boy easily fell into the trap. It seems that this is a prodigal son who spends a lot of money.

The loser is the loser, if you don't say anything, you won't say anything, and if you pit it, you will be in vain.

Zheng Rujiao clapped her hands, and the two strong men and Ma Da returned to their posts.

After this farce, more than an hour has passed.

Hua Lan looked at Hua San, who looked like a black iron tower, and the corners of her mouth twitched secretly: It seems that it is really not good to have a few bodyguards with strong martial arts around her, and the system protection alone is basically not strong, and the key rush killing is not very effective.

With these bad debts in Yinlou, Hua Lan is no longer in the mood to choose jewelry.

Out of the silver building, the three of them began to shop for ready-to-wear clothes.

Hua Lan has more eyes now, and she takes Hua San with her wherever she goes, mainly to scare the guys and shopkeepers of the store with her strong momentum first, and to worry less about doing nothing, and then a few bad debts, her Hua Lan will really be baked.

This is not called shopping, this is the street full of shouting to find creditors.

Hua Lan's dinner was excellent, not to mention, no more, no less, I really didn't eat much.

In fact, there are three Chu family shops on Flower Street, one is a silver building, one is a ready-to-wear store, and one is a restaurant.

But Hua Lan didn't read the account books, and the store had a new owner, and there was no one in the ward. The main thing is that the stewards of the Chu Mansion ran away with a hundred taels of silver, and of course no one will return the favor to Hua Lan.

There is another important reason, that is, the shopkeepers of these three stores have gotten the news, and they are hurrying to make fake accounts, and they don't have time to run to Hualan and throw themselves into the net.

Eight billion taels of silver bought the Chu family, and the new master must be a brainless loser.

There is money, there is nowhere to spend it, and a lot of money is sprinkled.

Whoever doesn't say anything, who's a fool!

The Chu family's industry began to quietly turn into a big hole as big as a black hole, and these big holes needed to be filled in with a lot of silver tickets from Hua Lan.

The money given by the system is really a lot, and it is impossible to say whether it is enough for her to build it.

According to this trend of bursting the embankment for thousands of miles, there is no need to wait for three years, and this little money may not be enough to spend in a year.

Of course, Hua Lan is not brainless.

Rich, walking with his head held high, afraid of an egg?

Hua Landa went shopping in the flower street at night, but the flower building and the ready-to-wear shop closed early. Naturally, she didn't go in to look, found a few good ready-to-wear shops, and customized some clothes for the girls in the nursing home.

I also customized a few sets of spring silkworm and magpie dresses on weekdays, and then bought myself some men's and women's clothes to change and wear.

It will take a few days for the custom-made clothes to be delivered to the house, and the existing ones will be carried by Hua San and Chun Silkworm.

Hua Lan chose to choose from the east to the west, and after a while, the spring silkworm and Hua San carried a lot of them in their hands.

"Master, let's go back, these are almost there."

The spring silkworm carried more than a dozen sets of clothes, and her wrists were about to break, and she began to plead.

Hua Lan was still in the mood, looking back at this heavy, and looked at the ready-to-wear shop, so she had to stop.

At this time, an eleven or twelve-year-old girl came out of the side.

The girl was well-behaved and cute, her face was as red as a ripe peach, and she blinked a pair of big eyes that were as smart as water: "Young boy, I'll go shopping with you." The ready-to-wear in this shop is one of the best in Kyoto, and it must be a pity for Childe not to go in and buy two. ”

"Who are you, what are you doing here?"

The girl came up and grabbed Hua Lan's arm, and couldn't help but pull her to the ready-to-wear store, and Hua Lan was immediately shocked.

Before she could react, the spring silkworm rushed over.

"You go away, who do you care about me?"

Seeing the spring silkworm rushing over to block the way, the girl turned around to the front of Hua Lan on one side and rolled her eyes: "I haven't asked you yet, you are here to ask about me." Let me ask you, in front of your master, did you say the count, or did the master say the count? ”

The two of them were tense and had a great deal of momentum.

Hua Lan hurriedly opened her hands and parted, and asked the girl with a little confusion: "The identity of the girl, but it is related to this ready-to-wear shop?" ”

"This is Ling Mei smoking, in the next Dongfang Shiyu. The little sister played badly and disturbed the son, and I am deeply sorry for it. ”

Before the girl could speak, a pretty boy with a white face as white as jade came behind her.

Dongfang Shiyu arched his hand and introduced to her: "This shop is the property of my Dongfang family. If Childe is interested, you might as well go in and have a look. Childe's demeanor is good, and he is brave and strong, I wonder if Childe can have blue eyes?

Childe rest assured, everyone will be friends in the future, and what style of custom clothes you want, you will give Childe a 50% discount. Not counting labor, only counting the cost of clothing, how? ”