Qin Feng nodded, feeling that this matter was not difficult to guess.

That Zhao Changfu is, to put it bluntly, a part-time worker, and he has no right to speak at all.

The Drunken Immortal Building was on the verge of bankruptcy, but there was nothing to be done, to put it bluntly, it was the acquiescence of the second prince.

The more peaceful this Kyoto is, it means that the second prince will keep an eye on himself, and he doesn't know how long he can stay out of the world in this battle for the throne.

But no matter what, it's always fun to make money.

Qin Feng's development training ground is at the time of using money.

Since the children in Beijing have learned well, it is becoming more and more difficult to pit their money.

Relying solely on Wuhu Restaurant and Sugar Industry, these two inputs may not be able to support future expenses.

While preparing for war in full swing, he must also vigorously develop commerce, otherwise he will have to go bankrupt before the war starts.

Just as Qin Feng was about to start arranging, a commotion interrupted his train of thought.

Looking for prestige, I saw a group of people, talking and laughing towards the camp.

There were quite a few people, fifty or sixty.

Under the support of the servants' guards, the three personable sons came to the fence on the side of the camp and pointed at the busy new army of craftsmen inside.

On the left, a young man wearing a blue silk robe, with his left hand behind his back, and his right hand holding a folding fan, found Qin Feng's trace among the sweaty craftsmen, and couldn't help but feel disdainful, turned to look at the white-clothed boy in the middle, and said flatteringly: "Lin Gongzi, look, the one who is crowded with the untouchables is Qin Feng." ”

Lin Feimo remained silent, and looked at it with the guidance of Chen Cheng, the son of the president of the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce, and his eyes couldn't help but show a touch of disappointment: "I have heard that there are all-rounders in Beijing, who are good at ingenuity, poetry and songs, statecraft, and military strategies. ”

Hearing this comment, Chen Cheng couldn't help snickering in his heart, and it was not in vain that he spent a lot of money to invite Lin Gongzi, who had just returned to Beijing.

Chen Cheng pretended to bow his hand and said: "Compared with Lin Gongzi, Qin Feng's house can be called a reputation for selling his reputation. ”

Lu Qian, the son of Shaoqing of Dali Temple, who was accompanying him on the side, hurriedly echoed: "Brother Chen's words are very true, then Qin Feng has always liked to be in the company of ordinary people, so he can be compared with Lin Gongzi?

In the face of the flattery of the two, Lin Feimo was indifferent.

With this kind of whiskers, Lin Feimo has long been numb.

As for that Qin Feng, he was in the limelight these days, and he wanted to "communicate and communicate" with him, but seeing that this guy was actually mixed with the peddlers' pawns and the grass people in the market, and he was cheap, Lin Feimo suddenly lost interest.

How can such a person be worthy of befriending him?

Lin Feimo was about to turn around and leave, when the afterglow inadvertently fell on Liu Hongyan, and his steps stopped......