Lao Zhao in the account room is a cultural person, from a good background, a good hand, and a good account. He is in his thirties, but the crow's feet are all over the corners of his eyes, and settling accounts is indeed a more mind-consuming thing, especially when he can only write and calculate by hand.

Lao Zhao's fingertips fiddled with the abacus smartly, when he heard the movement, he raised his eyelids and looked, and saw that Jiang Ming was coming, so he felt a sigh in his heart, immediately put away the abacus, and asked with a tight throat: "Fourth young master, do you need silver taels as daily expenses......?"

"Wait. ”

Jiang Ming smiled and beckoned: "Lao Zhao, don't be busy yet, I'll discuss something with you." ”

Lao Zhao laughed with him, but he was very anxious in his heart, thinking to himself, why didn't you discuss with me after spending 100,000 taels just now, and let people come to the door to get the money. Now I have to discuss with him what good things can happen.

"Fourth young master, you can torture me, I am a settler and worker, you are in charge, and you really can't afford to talk about two words. ”

Lao Zhao is a shrewd person, Jiang Ming knew that he was trying to play a bastard and fool the past, so he didn't break him, and directly explained his intention, "Look at how much money is still in the account, and give me 100,000 taels." ”

When Lao Zhao heard this, he patted his thigh and shouted: "Young master, aren't you embarrassed, Jiang Ye just ordered that all payments exceeding one hundred taels must be personally reviewed by him." ”

Jiang Ming's expression froze, he didn't expect that Jiang Yiheng, the old fox, would have come to pass the anger a long time ago. More than a hundred taels of silver, who else but him would have such a large amount?

"Lao Zhao, think about it, whose Jiang family is in the future? Isn't it from a few of our sub-families, does he, Jiang Yiheng, a cousin, still want to set up chaos anyway?" Jiang Ming coaxed and patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "The place in the capital is much better than Qiancheng, Lao Zhao, I think you can go to a better place..........

When Lao Zhao heard this, how could he not understand what Jiang Ming meant, his face was cloudy, and after a while, he hesitated and asked: "If Jiang Ye asks, he will say that he can't stop the young master, .....what do you think?"

"Old slippery head. ”

Jiang Ming scolded with a smile and agreed.

Soon, according to Jiang Ming's request, Lao Zhao made ten copies of 100,000 taels and packed them in a box, and asked several subordinates to pick them up in batches and transport them to the place designated by Jiang Ming.

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The silver taels were in place, Jiang Ming went out with a smile, and now he was temporarily short of a weapon. He saw a lot of divine blades in the Mall of Ten Thousand Evils, so he naturally didn't want to spend a lot of money to buy weapons, so he casually found an iron shop and picked a short knife in good condition.

The technique of striking iron is good, and the knife is quite delicate, and it can be easily tucked away in the sleeve.

The sun was scorching, and even the pedestrians on the street couldn't help but curse.

Jiang Ming saw that it was not too early, so he set off to go to the most famous pharmacy in the south of the city-Renhetang. There are many people who see a doctor in this pharmacy, and the demand for medicinal materials is also very large, so it is an important customer of the Jiang family's medicinal herb store. It's just that the owner of this pharmacy is quite oily and salty, and how Jiang Jiaren let it go, they are unwilling to cooperate.

He likes to put tough bones first.

With his memory, he bypassed the front hall, lifted the curtain and went straight inside.

Seeing this, the guy in the medicine hall hurriedly shouted: "This master, you can't enter inside, you can't enter." Jiang Ming ignored his shouts. He snorted, looked back and went back to his business.

Renhetang is a medical hall pharmacy, a place where doctors are benevolent, naturally there are no thugs, nurses or anything, Jiang Ming is gorgeously dressed, either rich or expensive, if a person like this wants to break in, he can't actually do anything, so he just turned a blind eye and passed.

There are a lot of people working in the pharmacy, and everyone is a human being.

Unstoppable all the way, Jiang Ming walked through the rockery in the backyard and went straight to a house with a plaque on the door that read 'Doctor's Benevolence'. He knocked on the door, and a lazy voice came from inside, "Come in." ”

Jiang Ming pushed the door in, the decoration inside is very elegant, antique, the materials used are all high-quality mahogany, and there are several calligraphy and paintings on the wall. Directly in front of him was a shore of books, which were filled with books, presumably medical books and the like. A middle-aged man with a white face and a long beard and an elegant appearance was holding a thick book and reading it with his cheeks on his cheeks.

"What's the matter? Didn't you say don't disturb me while I'm reading?" the middle-aged man thought it was a guy in the store, and didn't even raise his head.

"Doctor Zhu, oh, maybe it should be called Boss Zhu. Jiang Ming looked directly at the middle-aged man in front of him, this person is Zhu Miaoshou, the boss of Renhetang, it is said that the name was changed by himself later, and the meaning of rejuvenation was taken by Miaoshou, and it was falsely rumored that Zhu Miaoshou was called Zhu Goudan before, as for the authenticity, there is no way to verify.

Whether it's Zhu Goudan or Zhu Miaoshou, it's just a code name, and it's a very stupid thing to judge a person by name.

Zhu Miao's hand sighed, and he raised his head quite unexpectedly, although he opened a medical clinic, he didn't know how to heal, and when he heard someone call him a doctor, a trace of imperceptible satisfaction flowed from the corner of his eyes.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Zhu Miaoshou has a withdrawn personality and rarely goes out on weekdays, and Jiang Ming was sent to Qiancheng not long ago, so it is normal not to know him.

"Jiang Ming, the Jiang family's medicinal herb shop, wants to talk to Boss Zhu about business. Jiang Ming went straight to the point and explained his intentions.

"Jiang family's medicinal herbs?" Zhu Miao put down the medical book in his hand, looked Jiang Ming up and down, and said to himself: "Jiang Yiheng, this old guy is no good, it's really more and more nonsense to talk to me with such a milky little hairy child." He waved his hand and said impatiently: "Let's go, little ghost, you are not qualified to talk to me about business." ”

Jiang Ming was not surprised to be rejected directly, he already knew such a result before he came.

He grinned at Zhu Miaoshou and turned to look behind him, and after a while, a noisy noise came from the front yard. A couple of servants with boxes burst in from the outside and went straight to the room where he was.

"Just in time. Jiang Ming said darkly.

The apprentice from the front hospital followed him all the way, still muttering things like he couldn't go in. A few servants had been instructed by Jiang Ming before, and they didn't care about it, and immediately picked up the box.

"You guys go back first. Jiang Ming took out a silver ingot from his sleeve and threw it to the leader, turned to look at Zhu Miaoshou, who was already pale, and the meaning was self-evident.

Zhu Miaoshou saw this formation and knew it, and waved his hand to let the apprentice retreat. Jiang Ming's anti-guest-oriented behavior made him extremely uncomfortable, and after the apprentice left, he snorted coldly and didn't speak, just looked at the two big boxes with great contempt.