Seeing An Yu's decisive refusal, Zhou Fusheng became anxious all of a sudden and quickly comforted him: "Mr. An, don't be anxious, don't be anxious, everything is easy to discuss!"
An Yu knew that he had achieved his goal, so he stopped and sat down calmly.
"Shopkeeper Zhou, I also know that it's not easy for you to make money, so I won't take much from you. You have to give me 30%, right?"
"Thirty percent?" Seeing that An Yu was not in a hurry to leave, Zhou Fusheng's heart suddenly started to rise again as he let out a strange cry.
An Yu looked at him with a calm expression and said nothing.
"this… "
Zhou Fusheng was hesitant. For him, this was a big deal. What if I can't make any money after buying the design from her? Didn’t he end up losing money at his grandma’s house? But thinking about it from another perspective, she provides herself with these styles of clothes for free. Even if she can't sell them in her own store, she seems to have lost a lot of labor money, right
One has an uncertain expression on his face, while the other looks calm and contented. If anyone saw it, they would not believe their actual ages! She is young and handles things calmly and calmly. This is what Xiao Yuan admires more and more about her.
"Okay! 30%, 30%!" In the end, Zhou Fusheng gritted his teeth and agreed.
Since it was already noon, the two made an appointment to discuss the details after lunch. After leaving Prosperity Cloth Shop, An Yu took Xiao Yuan to the cloth shop where they ordered the second piece of clothing. Compared to this piece of clothing, the cloth store owner just thought it was novel, but did not discuss cooperation with An Yu. And An Yu is not greedy. Anyway, she has no plan on how much money she will make in this industry, as long as the two of them are not left with nothing to gain.
"Hey, shopkeeper, what are these?" Xiao Yuan found a pair of white things from a corner, lifted them up strangely, and asked with wide eyes.
"That's for binding feet."
"With bound feet?"
Xiao Yuan pouted, the piece of cloth in his hand was really thin! Even if it were put on my feet, it would be useless! An Yu on the side heard the words and followed the voices of the two people. He saw Xiao Yuan holding a white cloth-like object in his hand. The shape was somewhat like a sock, but the sock was too straight! And it's still white.
"It's winter now, this should sell well, right?" An Yu also picked up a pair and asked.
The shopkeeper of this cloth shop is named Cai. Because he has lost a lot of hair and is completely bald on the top of his forehead, many people call him Lao Bald Cai. The business of Cloth Shop is second only to that of Prosperity Cloth Shop. Perhaps he is thinking about how to make money all day long, so even his hair is falling out.
He was very surprised by the clothes An Yu ordered from him a few days ago! It’s no wonder that the clothes at that time were all very thin. Even if they were thick, they were just like the winter uniforms of the army. Although they were thick and warm, they were not beautiful. Many people would rather freeze than wear such clothes, not to mention that those clothes are very expensive. The reason is that no one knew how to make quilted clothes at that time. Therefore, the cost of each cotton coat is not low, and their pricing is naturally high.
"Oh, forget it! The weather now is not the coldest. The coldest time will be around the Lantern Festival! It is the coldest then. But even if it is cold, this kind of foot wrap will The sales are not very good." Cai Laotou waved his hand and said helplessly.
It's no wonder that people at that time regarded this kind of foot-binding cloth as a lowly thing. In fact, the same clothes are worn on one's body, but when worn on one's feet, their status is even lower, and they are said to be inferior for no reason. Doesn't this indirectly mean that one's feet are inferior
An Yu shook his head. Sometimes, he really couldn't understand the practices of the ancients.
"Shopkeeper Cai, do you have any hairy thread here?"
Old Bald Cai was stunned. Hairy thread? Did he mean cotton thread
"I only have this kind of thread here, I don't know if it is what you need." Cai Laotou dug out a thread in a corner, handed it to An Yu, and asked, "Exactly this kind of thread! "
An Yu's eyes lit up and he said in surprise: "Cotton thread?!"
"Exactly, young master, do you want to buy it?" Strangely, the young master in front of me is elegant and handsome, and his clothes are not bad. You can tell at a glance that he has a good background. He was fine, why did he buy such poor quality, useless cotton thread
"How many do you have here?"
"a lot of."
There are indeed a lot of them, a full sack is enough for An Yu. After discussing the price, Xiao Yuan followed her out of Cai's Cloth Shop, holding on to the sack of cotton thread.
"Miss, what are you going to use these cotton threads for?" This is what Xiao Yuan has not understood from the beginning until now. From three days ago, An Yu went to Prosperity Cloth Shop to order that weird dress, to today she cooperated with Zhou Prosperity, and now she bought a big bag of cotton thread. She really didn't understand what her lady wanted to do!
"Are these useful?"
It's not that An Yu doesn't want to tell her, but there's no need to tell her yet. Besides, now is not the time to discuss this matter. Before they had gone far, the two were stopped.
"Mr. An, my master invites you."
An Yu frowned inadvertently. The two imperial guards in front of him were taller and bigger than him, and they also had swords on their waists. Needless to say, these two people must be the guards of Zhongyou Palace.
"Who is your master?"
"You will know when you go there. By the way, my master only sees you."
"Master..." When Xiao Yuan heard this, he immediately became unhappy. She doesn't want to be separated from her young lady!
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. These two eldest brothers must be from the imperial court and won't do anything to me, a commoner."
Since he couldn't take Xiao Yuan with him, An Yu simply let her leave with the sack, and then asked her to go to the slave market and buy two little girls. These practices confused Xiao Yuan even more. What on earth do you want to do, miss? But seeing that An Yu didn't want to say more, she didn't ask.
Follow the two guards in royal robes and walk into a restaurant called "Wang Ke Lai". The restaurant's business was pretty good, but the waiter didn't come up to guide them when he saw the three people coming in. It seemed like they were regular customers here. Like other hotels, there are private rooms on the second floor. The so-called private rooms are small compartments separated by screens.
The three of them stopped at the door of a private room facing the street. One of the guards in brocade clothes respectfully said to the people inside: "Master, we are here."
Not long after, the people in the private room responded in a low voice: "Yes."
"Prince Qin?!" An Yu was surprised. The person sitting in the private room was none other than Prince Qin, who was inferior to one person and surpassed ten thousand people!
Wan Qiqin looked up and saw the surprised An Yu. He smiled slightly, pointed to the seat opposite him, and said, "Mr. An, long time no see. How are you?"
An Yu calmed down and realized that the two imperial guards who brought him here were very skilled at first sight, and he didn't know many noble people. Maybe Wan Qiqin was the only one who would meet him.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. An is fine."
Wan Qiqin is not obsessed with this. "A few days ago, I heard that you retreated from Tianfeng Gate with the ice city plan for Yujia Fort, breaking the crisis of Yujia Fort being besieged. I didn't expect to see you here now."
He was just worried at first, so he went out to relax when nothing happened. Unexpectedly, before he picked up a cup of tea, he saw An Yu walking out of a cloth shop in the distance. He will recognize him at a glance, and this also depends on Ma Wencai. Because Zhu Yingtai was kidnapped by the people from Fengnong Villa, I begged him. It was he who gave Ma Wencai the guidance to go look for An Yu, but he didn't expect that he would be here.
"The people of Yujiabao are strong and capable of protecting themselves. It's just a coincidence." An Yu lowered his eyes, wondering why he came to find her. It doesn't matter what he wants. Doesn't he want to recruit him into the mansion to serve him
"Hahaha - you are so self-effacing! Someone who can win the favor of Mr. Si Ji of Fengnong Villa will not be far behind!" Wan Qiqin said calmly, as if mentioning Fengnong Villa casually, Unfortunately, he didn't see any movement in her expression.
"hehe."
An Yu's heartbeat skipped a beat, but fortunately she lowered her head at this time, so no one saw her movements at that moment. Even Wan Qiqin, who was watching her from the opposite side, didn't notice.
The topic did not freeze because of An Yu's silence. Wan Qiqin quickly changed the subject: "Are you still living in Yujiabao now?"
"No. I'm staying in a small inn temporarily."
"Oh? She stayed in an inn? What happened?" Wan Qiqin raised her eyebrows. He saved Yujiabao, why would those people let her leave the fort and stay in an inn? He is their benefactor!
"It's nothing, I just want to experience how New Year's Eve is celebrated here in the capital." An Yu spread his hands and found an excuse to excuse himself. There was no way she could tell that she was kicked out by the people from Yujiabao, right
"I see." Wan Qiqin felt that although this reason was a bit far-fetched, he didn't care much. "It's not a long-term solution for you to live in an inn. Many inns will close during the New Year."
"I've asked people to find a place to stay."
"found it?"
"not yet."
"Well..." Wan Qiqin nodded, as if thinking about something, "By the way, Awu."
"My subordinate is here." One of the guards who brought An Yu just pushed open the door and answered respectfully.
"I remember that I just took over a courtyard a while ago. Where is it?"
"No. 3 West Wu Street."
"Very well, go down."
An Yu's left eyelid couldn't help but twitch, what's going on? Is something good going to happen to me