No wonder the inn loses money every year, this dish is really not good, it can't satisfy the appetite of the guests, and you still want to keep the guests' silver?

Song Che barely ate a few bites, and then got off the table with Shen Wenjun. Only the old man and the second uncle were left, and the brotherhood was deep, and they talked about wine.

When the couple returned to the guest room, they found that there was only one bed, no couch, the two looked at each other and were stunned, Song Che wanted to turn around and leave, but Shen Wenjun took the first step to close the door.

Shen Wenjun sat on the edge of the bed, his chin and eyebrows lowered, and he didn't know what to think, in short, his pretty face became redder and redder.

Song Che put together the table and chairs where the vase and the incense burner were placed in the room, just enough to lie down alone, and said with a smile: "It's not cold tonight, I'll just sleep here." ”

"Song Che."

"What?"

"Husband and wife should share the same bed, I don't hate you."

Shen Wenjun stood up, untied his belt, and slowly took off his clothes, although his face was shy, his eyes were extremely sincere.

It wasn't until there was only one set of breeze plateaus left that she shrank into the quilt, trembling with excitement.

Song Che shook his head and smiled, walked to the side of the bed, and pulled the futon, but Shen Wenjun held on tightly, frowning, and wanted to refuse and welcome.

"I think I'd better sleep on the table."

"Hey...... Here you come. ”

She took the initiative to lift the futon, biting her lip and turning her head.

Song Che took off her shoes and socks in two by three, shrunk in, and when she got closer, she moved one point, and then moved one point, and then she moved another point, and finally shrank to the side of the bed, curled up like a caterpillar.

"The wolf is coming!"

"Ah...... Don't eat me! ”

"Poof...... Hahaha......" Song Che laughed loudly.

Shen Wenjun's eyes widened, and he tweeted: "Song Che...... You dead man! ”

"The joy of this boudoir is naturally carried out in the boudoir, right now, we are living in a guest room, you are not afraid that the sound insulation is not good, and the other guests can't sleep?" Song Che pulled the quilt, covered his head and closed his eyes, "I have to get up early to go to the meeting tomorrow, rest early, good night." ”

Shen Wenjun opened his eyes for a long time, gradually dissipated his panic, got used to Wen Cun, owed his body, and fell asleep safely with a blush on his face.

……

Early the next morning.

Shen Wenjun specially changed into men's clothes, and Song Che and his father-in-law each wore gold silk brocade robes and went to the meeting by car.

Although Shen Tong's father and son are also bosses, their financial resources are not up to standard, so they do not participate in this chamber of commerce.

"When you enter the business house later, your mouth will be sweeter, and you must show some grace appropriately, especially Song Che, you are seeing this kind of big scene for the first time, don't ask you to behave well, just don't embarrass my Shen family." In the carriage, the old man told him again and again.

Song Che replied: "Father-in-law, rest assured, the son-in-law will live up to expectations." ”

Lifting the window, you can see that there are magnificent horse-drawn carriages passing by on the street from time to time, and the closer you get to Yang's Commercial Bank, the more busy it is.

Two quarters of an hour later, a five-storey majestic building came into view, worthy of being the first in the south of the Yangtze River, and it was really extraordinary.

In front of Yang's Commercial Bank, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe and a young man in a black robe were smiling at every businessman.

The young man was twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with fox eyes, thin lips, a cold and arrogant expression, and a three-point evil spirit, he was probably Yang Song, the young owner of the Yang family's trading house.

A middle-aged man in a brocade robe, around fifty years old, with black hair and crane face, he is the father of Yang Song, the richest man in Jiangnan, and Yang Wanfu, the president of Yang's Commercial Bank.

The carriage stopped at the door of the commercial house, the old man led his children to get off the car, and Yang Wanfu and Yang Song stepped forward to greet him, roughly saying polite words such as not being harmed and doing business is difficult.

Yang Song has a pair of apricot eyes, and he has never left since Shen Wenjun got off the car, and his eyes are naked.

The two fathers and sons of the Yang family, although they have a smile on their faces, they can hardly hide their high attitude, their eyes are changeable, and they hide knives in their smiles, which is most appropriate to describe with the word 'treacherous'.

It is precisely this kind of person that can mix well in the mall.

Song Che stopped in front of Shen Wenjun and looked at Yang Song with a deep gaze.

The two looked at each other for a moment, silently as if they had exchanged hundreds of moves.

In the end, Yang Song's eyes dodged, turned to a smile, and asked Shen Wenjun: "Miss Shen, in previous years, the Chamber of Commerce seems to have never seen this, is he?" ”

Song Che said loudly: "I am his husband, Song Che." ”

"It turned out to be Song Gongzi," Yang Song hugged his fists and saluted, "The daughter of the Shen family, talented and beautiful, is the first lady in Suzhou, Song Gongzi can marry Miss Shen, it is really a blessing." ”

Song Che said casually: "It's not a good blessing, if Yang Gongzi is willing to join the family, he can actually do it." ”

Yang Song's eyes narrowed.

Song Che kept smiling.

The old man and Yang Wanfu were also polite, you invited me to invite, and walked into the lobby of the commercial house.

There have been a lot of businessmen gathered in the hall, all of them are old and young, and the big owner has a young owner.

"Oh, Brother Wang, long time no see!"

"You know it's been a long time, but you haven't been in charge of my freight business for a year."

"Isn't that too much trouble? Look at me, my hair is gray. ”

"Hey, Boss Li, don't hide, look at your wide body and fat appearance, you made a lot of money last year, right?"

"Boss Shen said with a smile, you don't know, you have been fighting around recently, and after sifting out a little iron sand, you were requisitioned by the imperial court, alas...... It's hard to do business! ”

"Brother Shen, this young man next to you is a little raw? He's ......"

"Uncles, the little nephew Song Che, is the son-in-law of my father-in-law, and I participated in the Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce for the first time this year.

"Not bad, yes, although he is a son-in-law, he is articulate and talented...... Wang Ning, everyone has come to ask for gifts, what are you still doing in a daze? ”

"Little nephew Wang Ning, meet Uncle Shen."

……

Anyway, go all the way and be polite all the way.

Song Che is humble and polite, and has won a lot of good reputation, and has also added a lot of brilliance to his father-in-law's face.

Brocade sellers, tea sellers, pottery makers, sand panders, horse walkers, boat runners...... There are more than 30 people in the hall, all of whom are leaders in various industries in Jiangnan.

More than halfway through the hour, all the merchants in the south of the Yangtze River have arrived.

Yang Wanfu sat at the banquet, and the major owners sat down one after another, and the heirs stood aside in a proper manner.

Coincidentally, opposite the old man is the father and son of the Chen family.

Chen Rencai grimaced and stared dryly.

Song Che turned a blind eye to him, and gently tugged at Shen Wenjun's sleeve: "Hey, madam, look at the two fools on the other side, they are all so angry that they are smoking." ”

Shen Wenjun glanced at Chen Rencai, covered his lips and held back a smile, and slapped Song Che's hand away: "What do you care about him?" ”

"You have to know that every smile we have is a critical blow to him, and the more polite it is, the more powerful it is." Song Che bent the corners of his mouth, raised his head, and looked at Chen Rencai.

Shen Wenjun also raised his head to look, and after a few glances back and forth, he still couldn't help laughing.

"Angry with him, angry with him......"

Chen Rencai gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, his face was flushed with anger, and he was afraid that he was about to cut out a three-bedroom and a living room under his feet.