AWB Chapter 207 Lu Yifeng Gives Goodies
Chapter 207 Lu Yifeng Gives Goodies
Early the next morning.
After Su Mowan changed into men's clothing and took her mask, she left the mansion with Yinshuang. Not long after she left, Shen Muyue sent a servant to Yingyue Pavilion to tell Shen Murui that the day to go to Huian Temple was set for the next morning.
Su Mowan arrived at the painting pavilion.
First, she asked Manager Liu and Manager Qin about the recent business situation, and then she told Manager Qin that she was going to Jiangnan and that she would be leaving the calligraphy and paintings on the third floor to him for a period of time.
Manager Qin was completely dumbfounded.
"Well... I'm only good at accounting, I don't know anything about calligraphy and paintings!"
"Knowing how to do the math is enough. I'll post the prices next to each painting. No bargaining. Customers can take whichever painting they like to the first floor to pay. I only need to send one assistant to watch over the third floor."
Hearing her say that, Manager Qin dared to take on the heavy responsibility, and then asked how long he needed to take over.
Su Mowan estimated: "It might be a month, at most a month, but at least twenty days."
After saying this, Su Mowan realized that if she took Manager Qian from Zui Jinzhao to Jiangnan, Zui Jinzhao would need to find a new manager.
Manager Qin, unaware that this trip to Jiangnan was for the purpose of expanding the restaurant, asked, "You'll be gone for so long. What if something important happens at the restaurant?"
Su Mowan smiled.
“It’s easy. You can send someone directly to the Prince Qin’s residence to find Steward Luo, or you can go directly to His Highness the Prince Qin.”
Manager Qin nodded hurriedly.
He felt that he could solve the problem by asking Butler Luo at most, and there was no need to ask His Highness Prince Qin.
After saying that, Su Mowan asked, "Have any young gentlemen come to see me recently?"
Manager Qin was dumbfounded again.
Those who usually come to see Su Mowan are either Shangguan Qingqi or Shangguan Qingqi; there are no other young gentlemen around.
Before Manager Qin could answer, Su Mowan had already found the answer in his expression, so she instructed, "If any other young masters come looking for me, remember to let me know."
Manager Qin was completely bewildered, but nodded in agreement.
Upon arriving on the second floor, there were already seven or eight women browsing clothes, with two of them torn between two different styles.
It was still early; the sun had just risen.
Su Mowan finally believed that a month's profit could be that much; if all these people made the deal, it would be around two thousand taels.
This is only in the morning; there will likely be even more people later in the day.
Since people were still looking at clothes, Manager Liu left the counter to greet them. Su Mowan led the way to the tables and chairs for resting, and only after sitting down did she ask Manager Liu if he had stocked up on clothes recently.
Manager Liu shook his head repeatedly, his face beaming with joy, and said, "No, no, how could we possibly hoard? Right now, demand exceeds supply! Several young ladies from wealthy families have been so eager that they have had to pre-order!"
Pre-ordering is one hundred taels more expensive than buying in stock, so Manager Liu is happy when someone makes a pre-order.
They even considered deliberately reducing the number of existing products to encourage more people to pre-order, but they didn't dare to bring it up when they thought that Su Mowan had her own ideas.
Su Mowan tapped her finger on the table.
"There are twenty embroiderers now, right? Do you need to hire a few more?"
Manager Liu's smile faded.
After thinking it over for a while, he said, "Twenty embroiderers are about enough now. If we follow the customers' demands, the price of our ready-made clothes may not be able to go up."
That was quite unexpected.
Su Mowan was very impressed that Manager Liu was so knowledgeable about such cutting-edge marketing psychology.
"Then the embroiderers will be managed by Manager Liu. You can give them a raise on their monthly salary, and they will work harder that way."
Manager Liu rubbed his hands together and agreed.
Su Mowan remembered that Manager Liu was from the capital, so she asked him if he had any suitable people to recommend for her to manage Zui Jinzhao Restaurant.
It was cold, so Manager Liu rubbed his hands together and thought for a moment before finally saying, "I do have a distant relative in the capital who is a scholar. I don't know if he will pass the imperial examination this time. If not, I'll ask him if he would like to come."
This distant relative of Manager Liu lived a poor life. Although he didn't need any help from Manager Liu, he still wanted to prioritize his own family over this readily available benefit.
Don't let the rich water flow to outsiders' fields.
Su Mowan was delighted when she heard that he was a scholar. With Manager Qian gone and a young manager in place, would the number of female customers at Zui Jinzhao increase?
Despite her thoughts, Su Mowan still wished her relative good luck in passing the imperial examination.
Finally, Su Mowan wanted to go up to the third floor to set the price for each piece of calligraphy and painting, but Manager Liu said from behind, "Yesterday a strange young master came. He didn't look at the calligraphy and paintings, but sat on the third floor for two or three hours and didn't leave until it was almost dark."
Su Mowan's heart skipped a beat.
She turned and asked, "What kind of young master is he?"
Manager Liu frowned and thought carefully for a moment: "He looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a blue shirt, holding a fan in his hand, and had a small red mole on his eyebrow."
And beauty marks?
She looks very good-looking.
But he's holding a fan in his hand?
No wonder Manager Liu found it strange. It's already late autumn, isn't it odd to still be holding a fan?
Did he say he was looking for me?
Manager Liu shook his head: "No, that's not true. The young master came and sat down by himself. He just sat there and didn't talk to anyone."
That's really strange.
Su Mowan waved her hand, telling Manager Liu to get back to work, and then went up to the third floor.
At the top of the stairs on the third floor, two extremely pleasing paintings hung brightly, and Su Mowan then remembered that Shangguan Qingqi's painting had not been taken away yet.
It's been about six or seven days.
However, Shangguan Qingqi is taking the written exam today, and there are still two days left, so he probably won't have time to come and pick it up.
So far, only Shangguan Qingqi's painting has earned 50,000 taels of silver, and Su Mowan feels that this strategy may have failed.
As she walked toward the rest area, thinking about how to adjust herself, she heard a clear and slightly familiar voice behind her.
"May I ask if you are Young Master Mo?"
Su Mowan turned around and saw the person in front of her clearly. A scene flashed through her mind, but it was too fast to grasp.
He could only politely reply, "Indeed, what brings you here, sir?"
She was certain that this was Lu Yifeng.
Murong Jing had instructed her not to speak to Lu Yifeng, but Su Mowan forgot in her excitement.
She scrutinized the person closely.
He truly embodied the air of a dashing gentleman, holding a fan in his hand. His blue robe exuded endless elegance, like a slender bamboo, yet the small beauty mark on his eyebrow added a touch of allure.
This person already had very handsome features, and with this makeover, he became even more dashing.
"My name is Lu Yifeng."
Lu Yifeng was also observing Su Mowan, but he didn't feel that Su Mowan was familiar at all.
The person in front of him exuded an air of nobility and composure, which made him feel slightly uncomfortable, as if he were being overshadowed.
At the same time, he noticed a problem and frowned, asking, "Isn't it said that Young Master Mo is unable to speak? It seems that hearsay is not reliable."
Whether or not one can speak depends on who they are speaking to.
Su Mowan changed her voice, sounding like a true young master.
Lu Yifeng felt completely refreshed by these words, almost floating into the air. He laughed twice and said, "Interesting! Intelligent people always have a pleasant way of speaking!"
Little did she know that it was those two laughs, along with the series of "interesting," that finally made Su Mowan remember.
On the day she was poisoned during her homecoming visit, she only vaguely remembered that a strange man seemed to be talking to Murong Jing, but she couldn't be sure. When she asked Murong Jing the next day, he said that there was no other man.
Now she was certain that the voice she heard that day was not a hallucination.
This is the person in front of me.
The thought that Lu Yifeng had seen her before made Su Mowan a little afraid that he would recognize her.
Without beating around the bush, Su Mowan gestured for Lu Yifeng to sit down, then directly took out the sect leader's token from her sleeve and slapped it in front of Lu Yifeng.
"I'm sure Murong Jing has already told you, so I'll return this to you now."
Upon touching the sect leader's token, Lu Yifeng's pupils suddenly contracted.
Seemingly unable to believe it was so easy to get it back, he stared at it for a while before saying, "You just gave it back to me like that?"
Su Mowan raised an eyebrow. Of course, with the mask covering her face, Lu Yifeng couldn't see this movement.
"Otherwise what? Do you think I'd try to extort tens or hundreds of thousands of taels from you?"
Lu Yifeng held the sect leader's token in his hand, rubbed it carefully for a moment, and then looked at Su Mowan and smiled, "I don't have tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of taels, but I can give you something that is definitely more useful than silver."
"Oh? What's so precious?"
Su Mowan responded cooperatively.
She was still quite curious.
Lu Yifeng glanced around and saw that there were no customers on the third floor, only Yinshuang standing three meters away. So he gestured to Su Mowan to send her away.
Su Mowan smiled and said, "It's alright, this is my person, Young Master Lu can rest assured."
Since she had said so, Lu Yifeng decided not to hold back.
He reached into his sleeve with his slender fingers and pulled out a small, pure white porcelain bottle. He placed it on the table and said with some pride, "Here, this is for you. There are four pills left inside. They can instantly boost your power, but each dose only lasts for three hours."
...Is it really that amazing?
Su Mowan held the small porcelain bottle in her hand, her eyebrows slightly raised beneath her mask: "You're giving me all this good stuff? Will there be any adverse effects after I take it?"
"Well..."
Lu Yifeng cleared his throat: "There will definitely be consequences, but they won't be serious. I'll just be unconscious for three hours."
"Isn't this serious?"
Su Mowan's voice unconsciously rose an octave before she lowered it again: "If they had any enemies, three hours would have been enough for them to kill us several times over."
Lu Yifeng shrugged.
"So I only used it once, and then immediately hid in a desolate cave where no chickens lay eggs and no birds poop. When I woke up again, my enemies had almost killed each other."
"..."
How many enemies are there?
incredible……