Others are fleeing famine, but I am a salted fish

With the emperor's investment, the reputation of the distilled liquor will become more and more famous. I believe that there will be more orders pouring in to them.

Therefore, she did not stop the Seventh Uncle from crying. She only waited until he had cried enough before reminding him whether he should increase the production. At least he could allocate 1 to 2 more imperial estates under his name to specialize in the production of distilled liquor.

In this way, not only can we do business within the imperial city, but we can also make the business bigger and stronger and promote it to the whole country.

By then, money will chase him and come in an endless stream.

Therefore, there was really no need for him to cry. Instead of crying, he might as well use the time to earn money.

When the Seventh Prince heard this, he immediately thought it made sense and stopped crying.

He hurriedly asked the butler to pick out two outstanding managers who worked efficiently from other imperial estates. He wanted to convert the two imperial estates under his name into distillery workshops.

Sure enough, with the full support of the Seventh Uncle, the output of distilled liquor began to rise rapidly in just half a month.

It has to be said that the people under the feet of the emperor are indeed either rich or noble, with a large number of princes, princes, and people with titles.

What do these people lack? Good wine, spiritual food, but money.

This just let the Seventh Uncle say goodbye to his previous reputation as a poor miser. He was so happy that he danced with joy, holding a thick stack of banknotes and laughing like a three-year-old child, laughing and crying at the same time, muttering, "Good, good, the retired veterans and wounded soldiers at the border have a place to stay. Now they have a place to stay."

Such simple and heartfelt words made everyone's noses sore, their eyes reddened, and they shed tears.

Lin Xiaoyue was inspired by him and thought of the soldiers who sacrificed their lives to protect the country and fought bravely on the front lines. She suddenly had a brain storm and said that she only wanted 30% of the profit and was willing to give another 10% to her seventh uncle.

Unexpectedly, the next second, the Seventh Uncle miraculously burst into laughter, as if he had been waiting for her to say this. He took out a new profit-sharing contract and slapped it in front of Lin Xiaoyue, even preparing a pen for her. "I knew you must be a good girl who understands the big picture. Come on, sign it."

Lin Xiaoyue was as angry as a pufferfish:...I thought you, an old man, had dug a pit and you were waiting for me here.

But thinking about it again, indeed, if it is to better help the soldiers on the border, dividing it into three or four layers will not make much difference to her.

Moreover, standing on the shoulders of giants, she has too many ideas that can make money in this dynasty, including the manuscript she is currently drawing.

Lin Xiaoyue didn't argue with the Seventh Uncle any more, and signed her name with a big stroke of the pen, and also stamped her handprint, which made the Seventh Uncle very happy. He held the newly added supplementary profit-sharing clause and danced with joy.

Lin Xiaoyue smiled, as cunning as a fox, and approached the Seventh Uncle and said mysteriously, "Do you want to make more money, old man?"

Hearing this, the Seventh Prince's smile froze on his face, and he looked at her in confusion. His expression clearly said, "Haven't I already made a lot of money? How can I make more?"

Lin Xiaoyue smiled sweetly and said sincerely, "Oh, this is just the beginning. I have a better way to make money. Would you like to hear it?"

The Seventh Prince's eyes lit up. He wanted to listen. Of course he wanted to listen.

This girl said there was a better way to make money, and he believed it must be true.

The Seventh Prince felt inexplicably excited. He felt the blood in his body rushing to his head and his blood boiling. He had a strong premonition that there was another huge business opportunity.

After all, within less than a month of cooperating with this girl, he easily made a lot of money, and even the emperor who got on the car later filled his private treasury. Now the girl said there was a better way to make money, how could he not believe it, he had to believe it, that is...

"How about this, you see, let's make an appointment with the emperor later. I think we should let him participate in this new way of making money, so that he won't think that we are just playing by ourselves and it's not good to leave him alone." Lin Xiaoyue saw that the seventh uncle had a frown on his face and looked bitter and resentful. She knew that he was probably thinking about the profit sharing, so she simply gave him a reassurance, "This time, the emperor will get 50%, the uncle will get 40%, and I will get 10%."

The Seventh Prince was extremely surprised and looked at Lin Xiaoyue in disbelief. The little girl was also a stingy person. Why did she only take 10% this time? She was so easy to talk to. Was there some trick?

It’s no wonder that the Seventh Prince’s expression was too real, all the doubts were almost visible on his face.

As soon as Lin Xiaoyue saw his expression, she knew that he was thinking wrong again. In order to prevent this old man from thinking too much, she simply spoke frankly.

"I'm investing in technology and providing the design drawings, so I only take 10%. The emperor takes 50%, and the uncle takes 40% because they need to provide the venue and equipment. That's it, don't think too much, thinking too much will make you age quickly."

So that's how it is. He was wondering why this cunning girl only got 10%. It turns out that there was such a good deal waiting for her.

For the craftsmen who make the venues and equipment, these things would not be difficult to accomplish if they had the design drawings.

After initially gaining the approval of his seventh uncle, he rushed into the palace to find his emperor nephew and make an appointment.

In less than two hours, the eunuch from the palace came hurriedly and announced that the emperor was summoning her into the palace.

During this period, Lin Xiaoyue stayed at Xianyun Villa to avoid dealing with the nobles in the imperial city, or even with people in the palace. She only met the emperor three times. Most of the time, she communicated with the Seventh Uncle to avoid getting into trouble for no reason.

You should know that New Year's Eve is the day when the old year turns to the new year, and the palace also hosted a banquet for court officials and ladies of high rank.

Generally speaking, only officials of the third rank or above were eligible to attend the imperial palace's New Year's Eve dinner. And she, as a second-rank village head with an honorary title, should have been on the list of guests for the imperial palace's New Year's Eve dinner.

But, what is the palace?

That's where top masters fight.

In The Realm of Conscience, someone like her would be killed instantly as soon as she showed her face. She would try to avoid the smokeless battlefield full of intrigue, deception, hidden tricks, and plots.

She was not afraid of open attacks, but she was not prepared for hidden attacks. When dealing with those nobles, she might lose her life at any time, and she would not even know how she died.

Therefore, she would rather pretend to have a stomachache and diarrhea that day than to stir up trouble.

As the old saying goes, you can avoid the first day, but you can’t avoid the fifteenth.

Just after the Chinese New Year and the end of the first month of the year, when the weather was gradually warming up, Lin Xiaoyue felt a chill in her heart.

The emperor actually wants to summon her to the palace to meet him... Lin Xiaoyue scolded the seventh uncle in her heart, why can't you communicate properly? You have to drag me in. You know that I am allergic to the palace and that place is full of tigers and wolves, but you still have to drag her in.