Zhao Sheng rode a carriage into Beijing, but he didn't expect to meet Hua Qingxue on the street and ran over happily.
"I went to Beijing to report the accounts to the general and you. Didn't the general say anything?" Zhao Sheng was so happy that his eyebrows turned into flowers.
Hey, it’s time to pay the bill
Hua Qingxue smiled: "How is the sales of our bubble soap?"
"Needless to say." Zhao Sheng became even more excited when he mentioned this: "It has been sold to other countries. Nowadays, women in Nanzhao, Linyi, and Wuge are popular in using our bubble soap to wash their faces. It is said that it can make The skin is smooth, delicate and youthful again!”
"Really?" Hua Qingxue became happy instantly: "I added so many skin care oil ingredients into the formula, the effect will be immediate."
It was unintentional. I thought I developed bubble soap just to make ends meet, but now it is selling so well.
However, Zhao Sheng's business ability is also an important factor.
Thinking of this, Hua Qingxue said with a smile: "Thanks for your hard work, Butler Zhao. I will give you a share later, and you will share 20% of the profits from the bubble soap."
"Thank you, madam!" Zhao Sheng's eyes were filled with stars.
Twenty percent, that was a large amount of money. Hua Qingxue gave it to the person without even thinking about it.
Hua Qingxue doesn't understand management and is not interested in it. From Panshui to Shengjing, she seems to have done nothing as a hands-off boss. She basically entrusts Zhao Sheng to take care of it. She feels that she should give Zhao Sheng 20%. Shares are also a given.
"Isn't 20% a bit low... Or maybe 40%." Hua Qingxue still doesn't know how much money her bubble soap sold for, but the housekeeper works so hard to take care of it, so it doesn't hurt to give more.
When Zhao Sheng heard this, he thought Hua Qingxue was deliberately testing him, and quickly waved his hand: "No, no, no, that's enough, madam, how dare I..."
The general will crush me to death in minutes.
"But, having said that... Madam, do you know how much profit we get from a 20% share of our bubble soap?" Zhao Sheng suddenly came up and lowered his voice mysteriously.
Hua Qingxue blinked and asked confusedly: "How much?"
Luo Muyu originally wanted to buy clothes for Hua Qingxue to support her, but when she heard that Hua Qingxue had external income, she immediately pricked up her ears.
Zhao Sheng looked around and felt something was wrong. Finally, he leaned into Hua Qingxue's ear and said, "Madam, our 20% profit from bubble soap this year will be one hundred thousand taels of silver."
One hundred thousand!
Luo Muyu was closest to Hua Qingxue, so he naturally heard it and was so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
Her family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine. They have a shop in the south gate of Shengjing, and their annual profit is only five to sixty thousand taels of silver.
But he didn't expect Hua Qingxue to be so rich.
"Oh my god, you are so rich, why should you save on clothes? Spend it when you need to!" Luo Muyu teased her, and then ordered the boss: "These, these pieces, and the ones I hesitated about just now." A piece of clothing, wrap them all up and send them to Si Bing’s wife’s house.”
The owner of the ready-made clothing store was happy for a while. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Si Bing's first visit to his store contributed to half a month's sales. Happiness came too suddenly and was caught off guard, hahaha.
Hua Qingxue was shocked by the number reported by Zhao Sheng. However, according to the population base of Qi, Nanzhao, Wu Ge and other countries, the profit of a popular national brand soap is still reasonable.
but…
"Hey, Mu Yu, I really can't wear all these clothes." Hua Qingxue took a look and saw that Mu Yu had chosen at least a dozen or twenty sets for her.
Even if I change it every day, I still have to wear it for half a month.
Moreover, this kind of composite suit is obviously only worn on formal occasions...
"It's okay, it's okay." Luo Muyu reached out and patted her shoulder: "As a woman, you just have to be nice to yourself."
"..." Hey, she was speechless.
"This sentence doesn't sound like your point of view." Isn't this the way people of that era speak.
Hua Qingxue was shocked to realize that it had been a long time since she had thought about where she was from and where she came from.
"Yes, my husband said it, don't you think it makes sense?" Luo Muyu smiled at her, turned around and took her out: "Let's go, it's getting late, I need to dress up when I go back tonight. It must be stunning!”
"It's not a draft, why bother with being so beautiful? Ah, and Butler Zhao..." Hua Qingxue turned around and saw Zhao Sheng following with a smile: "Um... When you come up this time, are you going to restore the general first or not?"
"Naturally, I went to return the general's orders first, but yesterday I received instructions from the general that I didn't have to go to the Marquis Mansion and could just wait for him in your villa, Madam." Zhao Sheng said.
"Oh." Hua Qingxue nodded, not understanding the powerful relationship between this.
Zhao Sheng is the general's housekeeper in the General's Mansion in Panshui City. The Hou's Mansion and the General's Mansion... although they are the same family, they are not the same family after all.
Therefore, Fu Tingye did not arrange for him to go there.
At this moment, Mrs. Fu's situation in the Hou Mansion is deteriorating. She was still awake for a few hours in the first two days, but she has been feeling groggy all day long in the past two days. She doesn't know whether she is awake or asleep.
Occasionally he muttered a sentence or two, and he seemed to be talking to the late prince, which made people a little scared.
"Mother." Fu Tingye stood in front of the bed and called her.
Mrs. Fu opened her eyes to look at him, but her eyes had no focus: "Yu'er is here, but she's cold and hungry. Mother ordered someone to cook for you."
Yu'er is the name of Mrs. Fu's biological son who died young.
"..." Fu Tingye sighed quietly, not knowing how to answer.
"Yu'er, don't worry. Sooner or later, the position of the prince will be yours. It's all yours. Mother will let Fu Tingye spit it out." Mrs. Fu seemed to have seen her son, tears streaming down her face.
Fu Tingye looked at her calmly with a deep face. He tried his best to calm down, but he found that it was difficult to calm down when this past incident was touched upon.
Cheng Wanmiao came in with the soup and medicine. When she saw this scene, she quickly stepped forward to persuade her: "Aunt, it's time to drink the medicine. Don't be angry again. Don't be angry."
Mrs. Fu let her help her up and sat on the bed, but she snorted coldly and instantly changed into another look: "Fu Tingye, I will never let you marry that woman, even if you die!" You can only marry Wanmiao, and after Wanmiao gives birth to a son, he will inherit the title of our Marquis, haha."
As if he was amusing himself, at the end of the sentence, he actually laughed secretly.
Cheng Wanmiao secretly looked at Fu Tingye's expression. There was no change in her expression, but why did she suddenly feel that the room was very cold, so cold that it made people tremble.
"Cousin, aunt is insane." Chen Wanmiao tried to say something to resolve the embarrassment, or find some topic to ease the relationship between her and Fu Tingye.
Unexpectedly, Fu Tingye stood up and came outside the room without waiting for her to finish.
Completely treating her like air.
Chen Wanmiao's hand holding the decoction tightened unconsciously, her knuckles turning white, but she had no choice but to grind her teeth hard.
"Humph, it's useless even if you try all your methods. He won't like you, haha." Madam Fu sneered again, a bit sinister and scary.
"Auntie." Cheng Wanmiao was frightened by her words. Her hands shook and she sprinkled some of the decoction on the luxurious satin surface, forming a shallow halo of light.
"Cheng Wanmiao, you didn't put something in my soup, did you?" Mrs. Fu suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at Cheng Wanmiao with a half-smile, the light in her eyes was like a knife. Stay in Cheng Wanmiao's throat.
She was so shocked that she had difficulty breathing: "Auntie, what are you talking about? Wanmiao... How dare Wanmiao..."
"Haha," Mrs. Fu suddenly smiled, and suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Cheng Wanmiao's shoulders: "Fu Tingye, why don't you die? Why is it that my Yu'er is the one who dies instead of you?"
The situation happened so suddenly that the decoction in Cheng Wanmiao's hand was knocked to the ground, leaving a mess.
"Aunt! Aunt, I am Wanmiao, Wanmiao." Cheng Wanmiao tried her best to break away, but Mrs. Fu's strength was too great, and she couldn't break away no matter what.
At the door of the room, Hai Shixuan reported military affairs to Fu Tingye with his injured buttocks. He suddenly heard the sound inside the room and was slightly startled. He wanted to go in and take a look, but he didn't dare to move.
Fu Tingye glanced at him, seeming to read his mind, and nodded slightly.
Haishixuan was a little confused. What did the general mean... did you want me to go in and check
So the general himself... doesn't he plan to go in
The ambiguity of this instruction left him a little confused as a monk.
"General, it seems that there are female relatives inside... Is it inappropriate for my subordinates to go in?" Hai Shixuan heard Cheng Wanmiao's cry and felt as if a cat had scratched him. He wanted to go in and take a look, but he didn't dare.
It was very painful.
"Come with me and have a look." Fu Tingye ordered coldly, but Hai Shixuan was suddenly surprised and happy.
I haven't seen my cousin for a long time, so I was a little excited.
The two of them entered the house one after another and saw Mrs. Fu pulling at Cheng Wanmiao. Fu Tingye stepped forward quickly and finally rescued Cheng Wanmiao from Mrs. Fu. The next moment, she was dragged by Mrs. Fu. live.
"Yu'er, have you come back to see your mother? She thinks about you every day. How are you doing? Is there anyone bullying you over there?" The old lady said with tears streaming down her face.
At that moment, Fu Tingye felt that his mother had aged ten years.
"Mother..." He was a little cryptic and his mood was extremely complicated, but he couldn't bear to give in to the old lady's wishes and pretended just once.
"Yu'er." Mrs. Fu seemed to have found support, she threw herself into Fu Tingye's arms and cried bitterly.
The sadness and grievances that a person had suffered for so many years were all vented at this moment.
…
Hua Qingxue and Luo Muyu walked back towards the other courtyard. It was still early, so they were not in a hurry and walked along the street.
After Luo Muyu became pregnant with the child, she was particularly fond of children's toys. Like a child with a childlike innocence, she bought a lot of candied haws, small clay figurines, small gourds and other things.
Fortunately, Zhao Sheng followed the two of them to carry their things, otherwise, they would have to hire a temporary boy.
"Mrs. Si Bing, what a coincidence."
The two of them walked to the corner of the street, and by chance, they met an acquaintance.
- People who are so familiar that they don’t want to meet.