The beginning of the counterattack! The time-traveling boss is famous in Beijing

Since the other party is not here for Zhao Dalai's matter, that's easy to deal with.

The world is full of goodwill, and the world is all good.

I'm not afraid of being exploited by others, but I'm afraid of being useless. It's just a matter of mutual benefit.

Half an hour later, Qin Ruo walked out of Xinglin Hall briskly, holding the medicinal materials sales contract that she had just signed with Si Heng.

After crossing the bustling East Street and turning a corner to Taihe County's South Gate Street, Qin Ruo walked straight into the most imposing Qingfengju Teahouse on the street.

The last time Qin Ruo came to Taihe County, she was still worrying about a few taels of silver.

There is neither the leisure time to appreciate the scenery nor the spare money to enjoy life.

Now we have silver, but it is still eight hundred taels. The annual income of ordinary people is only ten or twenty taels.

I have earned enough money in just one day that others may spend decades to earn, so of course I have to reward myself.

Qin Ruo didn't care whether her cloth clothes and hairpin looked out of place in this teahouse.

With money in your pocket, you feel confident.

After entering the teahouse, she went straight upstairs and found a seat by the window. She asked the waiter to make a pot of good tea, and then ordered five or six plates of Qingfengju's signature dim sum in one go.

Qin Ziyan, who had just packed up his stall on West Street and was about to return to the academy, looked at Qin Ruo's back as she walked into the teahouse, and a surge of anger surged in his heart.

Today I went to West Street and worked hard to set up a stall for half a day, but some people were just here enjoying themselves.

What is Qingfengju? It is a place where scholars gather and exchange knowledge.

What is a vulgar and ignorant person like Qin Qiuxi doing up there?

Could it be that he wanted to teach people how to farm or share his experience of hunting in the mountains?

The anger in Qin Ziyan's heart was burning fiercely and growing more and more intense.

He was already in a bad mood today because of the unsatisfactory business at the stall, and he became so furious when he saw Qin Ruo actually entered Qingfengju.

In Qin Ziyan's eyes, Qin Ruo's behavior was undoubtedly a wanton squandering of the Qin family's money.

The Qin family's money was his own money. What she was squandering was his money!

He disagrees!

"Brother Qin, you look so bad, are you feeling unwell?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't make any money this time. When you stay in West Street for a long time, more and more people will ask you to write letters for them."

Standing next to Qin Ziyan was a student named Zhou Yuanshu, who was Qin Ziyan's classmate.

Seeing that Qin Ziyan looked unhappy, he thought that Qin Ziyan was in a bad mood because he didn't earn any money, so he quickly spoke to comfort him.

Not only did Zhou Yuanshu's words fail to comfort Qin Ziyan, but they made his face even uglier.

This morning he went to West Street with Zhou Yuanshu. During that half day, Zhou Yuanshu earned more than thirty cents by his stall.

But Qin Ziyan didn't earn a penny.

Qin Ziyan felt that Zhou Dingyuan was not comforting him but mocking him.

Ever since he went home on vacation last time and Qin Ruo mocked him for not earning a penny, Qin Ziyan felt his self-esteem was deeply hurt.

After returning to the academy, the more he thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable.

Qin Ziyan wanted to prove with his actions that it was not that he could not earn money, but that he did not need to rely on brute force like Qin Ruo to earn a few copper coins.

So after returning to the academy, he took some time out and went to the bookstore with full confidence, ready to copy books like other scholars and students.

There are many children from wealthy families in Luming Academy, but there are also many students from ordinary families who have to rely on the whole family's financial support to go to school.

Students from poor families would go to bookstores to copy books for money to reduce the burden on their families.

In the past, it was not his turn to make money, and Qin Ziyan never cared about it. He felt that as long as he didn't think about it, he would be fine.

But reality gave him a wake-up call. He left with high hopes but returned disappointed.

There are four or five bookstores in Taihe County, but they usually have regular students and professional copyists who work with them.

When the owner of the bookstore heard that Qin Ziyan had no experience in copying books, he sent him away without even giving him a chance to try copying.

Qin Ziyan, who suffered a setback, had to think of another solution.

That was to follow Zhou Yuanshu to set up a stall on West Street and write letters for ordinary people.

The prosperity and nobility of West Street and East Street in Taihe County are not on the same level at all.

Qin Ziyan claimed to be a scholar. He looked down on those common people from the bottom of his heart, and he even disdained those few copper coins.

Just think about it, as a student of Luming Academy, I have fallen to the point of writing letters for others in West Street just for a few copper coins.

Although he managed to set up the stall with the help of Zhou Yuanshu, he still had a sullen face.

As a result, no one was interested in his stall for the whole morning.

"Brother Ziyan, do you want some tea? If you don't mind, I'll treat you to a cup of tea at the tea stand in front of you before we go back. How do you think?"

Zhou Yuanshu looked at Qin Ziyan who was distracted and invited him warmly.

Although Qin Ziyan is a bit arrogant, he doesn't usually like to talk to others.

But Zhou Yuanshu thought more simply. Qin Ziyan was better at reading than him, so it was normal for him to be a little arrogant.

So he didn't mind Qin Ziyan's attitude, and thought that Qin Ziyan could communicate with him about academic matters when he had time in the future.

Zhou Yuanshu's family was poor, and he made a living by writing letters for others.

He couldn't afford Qingfengju, but the coarse tea at the tea stall in front for two cents a bowl was still okay.

Qin Ziyan was in no mood to drink tea now. His mind was already overwhelmed by surging anger and extreme dissatisfaction.

"Brother Zhou, thank you. You can go back first. I still have some things to do. Let's meet again another day."

After Qin Ziyan quickly sent Zhou Yuanshu away, he went straight into the Qingfengju Teahouse.

Of course he knew that Zhou Dingyuan could not afford the tea at Qingfengju. A pot of ordinary tea here would cost sixty cents, and a plate of pastries would cost more than thirty cents.

He had invited his classmates from the academy to have tea here, so he was so angry when he saw Qin Ruo appear in Qingfengju Teahouse.

Is she allowed to enter this teahouse?

Look, that new set of clothes from head to toe, how much would that cost?

What right does Qin Qiuxi have to squander the Qin family's money like this?

Qin Ziyan's mind was full of Qin Ruo spending his money, and he lost his mind when he got angry.

At the same time, he complained in his heart that as the head of the family, Old Lady Qin had no courage at all and could not even control a little girl.

Qin Ziyan looked around the lobby on the first floor and did not see Qin Ruo, which instantly pushed his anger to the brink of exploding.

Qingfengju Teahouse has two floors, with private rooms and elegant seats upstairs, and the minimum consumption starts from 300 Wen.

He had been to this teahouse a few times, but because he was short of money, he always sat on the first floor.

Qin Ziyan, blinded by anger, ran up to the second floor.

When he got upstairs, he saw Qin Ruo sitting by the window sill, sipping tea leisurely.

How dare she do something that I haven't even enjoyed before!

Qin Ziyan's face looked extremely ugly as he walked towards Qin Ruo's seat step by step.

"Qin Qiuxi! Do you have any self-awareness? Are you qualified to come here?"

Qin Ruo glanced at the person who suddenly appeared in front of her, and her good mood disappeared.

I met a fool again, what bad luck!