The new book of the burning prairie star

After having dinner with Qin Xiaoran, Yang Biao went to the cloth shop to find out how Dongpi was doing in the shop during his absence. "Master, this is the financial status of the cloth shop during the month you were away from the city." Dongpi saw his master coming and hurriedly welcomed him to the meeting room in the shop and handed all the account books of the cloth shop to Yang Biao for review.

Yang Biao carefully checked the daily turnover of the cloth shop. He set off for Yangjia Village on the second day after the cloth shop opened. The cloth shop basically had a daily turnover of more than 10,000 to 20,000. No wonder the shops along the waterway were so expensive and hard to find. The shops here were indeed prosperous. He checked the account books one by one and found that the accounts were transparent and clear. He nodded with satisfaction, "Well, you did a good job!"

"The most important thing is that I trained him well. By the way, this is the money that the cloth shop has earned these days. I will keep it!" Dongpi took out the key hanging around his neck, opened a small cabinet under the conference table, took out a large stack of silver bills and handed it to Yang Biao.

"Did you leave any daily working capital in the cloth shop's account?" Seeing Dongpi gave him all the banknotes in the account, Yang Biao reminded him worriedly that when doing business, the more working capital you need to leave, the better. This way, when the store needs to purchase goods, you don't have to pay for it yourself. Once all affairs are on track, he will concentrate on reviewing and preparing for the college entrance examination.

"Don't worry, sir. I have saved enough silver to maintain the daily operation of this cloth shop." Dongpi hurriedly explained to his master that he was not a greenhorn who knew nothing. He had followed Boss Wang for many years and was familiar with the ways of doing business.

"Well, that's good." Yang Biao looked at the thick stack of silver bills in his hand, counted them, and couldn't help but smack his lips. There were actually as many as 530,000 taels. The consumption capacity of this city was too strong. He counted out 100,000 taels of silver bills and put them in his sleeve pocket, and put the rest into his arms.

"Fugui, where does Qi Mingyao live now?" The cloth shop separated a space according to Yang Biao's request to sell the wine it brewed. Yang Biao saw Fugui selling wine to customers there, so he went up to ask.

When he asked Fugui to transport the people from the south city farm to the capital to help with the work, he instructed Fugui to inquire about Qi Mingyao's whereabouts when he arrived in the capital.

"Master, I found out that Qi Mingyao lives at No. 72 Changwan Street!" Fugui handed the tools for selling wine to the waiter beside him and hurriedly told Yang Biao what he knew.

"Oh, go get the carriage and we'll go there." He still had to hand over the silver in full to Qi Feng's family to get rid of his worry. He couldn't do anything that took advantage of others' misfortune.

"Yes, sir!" Fugui hurried to the backyard to pull out the carriage.

"I'm looking for Brother Mingyao. Please inform him." Yang Biao got out of the car and knocked on the door of No. 72 Changwan Street.

"Oh, who are you?" Why are you looking for my young master? Lao Mao no longer remembers Yang Biao. Many elderly people often remember things in the past very clearly, but they don't remember people and things that happened recently.

"Old man, just say that an old friend came to him to ask for repayment." Yang Biao didn't know why Qi Mingyao was avoiding him before, but now he understood. In order to prevent him from avoiding him, he didn't want to give his name.

"Oh, then you wait, I'll go talk to my young master." After Lao Mao finished speaking, he slammed the door shut again.

Yang Biao was no longer surprised by this. With nothing else to do, he sat in the car, picked up a book beside him and started reading.

"My young master lets you in." Lao Mao opened the gate while talking to Fugui.

"Master, Qi Mingyao let us in!" Fugui looked into the car and saw Yang Biao still reading a book, so he reminded himself to drive in, in case he was caught off guard and bumped into something in the car.

"Okay, I got it!" Yang Biao put down the book in his hand, straightened his clothes, lifted the car curtain, and the car had already driven into Qi Mingyao's house.

"Brother Mingyao, long time no see!" Under the guidance of Laomao, Yang Biao came to Qi Mingyao's study.

"It's you?" Qi Mingyao was a little surprised at Yang Biao's visit. When he heard Lao Mao say that someone came to pay him back, he thought it was his classmate from Tianshi Academy.

"Yes, it's me, Yang Biao." Yang Biao sat down on the chair opposite him and told him the purpose of his trip. "I didn't want to buy your grandfather's property at first, but it was transferred to me by a friend by mistake. I don't want you to suffer a loss, so I will make up the difference to you today." Yang Biao took out a silver note of one hundred thousand taels and handed it to him.

"What are you talking about?" Qi Mingyao had heard that Liu had returned all that Sun Xuanli had looted to the original owner. Although he felt a little regretful, his grandfather had voluntarily sold it to Yang Biao at a low price, so he had to accept this result.

Seeing that Qi Mingyao did not take the banknote, he could only stand up and put the banknote on the desk in front of Qi Mingyao, "I have already given you this money, just study hard, I will not disturb you anymore!"

"Young Master, this..." Watching Yang Biao go away, Lao Mao picked up the banknotes on the table and counted them. There were a total of 100,000 taels, which was more than enough to buy the master's shop and house. He knew that the young master was not good at business, so this money was enough for his young master to study and pass the imperial examinations in the future.

"Well, let me see!" Qi Mingyao stretched out his hand to take the silver bills. There were ten silver bills, each with a face value of ten thousand taels. They felt heavy in his hand.

"Fugui, what kind of wine are we selling in the corner of the cloth shop?" Yang Biao wanted to know what kinds of wine his subordinates made during the time when he was away from the city.

"Master, our brewery has already produced sorghum wine, grape wine, fruit wine, and some beer." These days, Fugui and Dongpi have a clear division of labor. Fugui is in charge of winemaking, while Dongpi is in charge of the business dealings with the dyeing and cloth shops, as well as purchasing matters.

"Hey, is anyone still buying beer now?" Yang Biao was a little surprised. It's already December and the weather is cold. Wouldn't those people feel cold after drinking beer?

"Some people drink beer while it's warm. The sales of this beer in winter are indeed not as good as those in summer." Fugui answered truthfully. This beer is not difficult to make. As long as someone is willing to buy it, he will make it and sell it.

"Hey, stop the car." Yang Biao lifted the car curtain and inadvertently saw four big words "Restaurant Transfer" written on the door of a restaurant. He hurriedly called Fugui to stop the car.

"Master, what's wrong?" Fugui stopped the car, turned around and asked in confusion. This is the way home, could it be that the master remembered that there is something he hasn't done?

"I want to go around this city. Go buy some more food and have Xia Cao prepare it. Then we can all get together in the evening!"

"But if I leave, there will be no one to serve the master, right?" He thought that it would be better for him to go home first and call Jiang Sheng and others to serve the master.

"It's okay, you go buy some groceries first, I'll be home soon." Yang Biao waved at him and walked towards the restaurant that was to be transferred.