Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 578

Chen Jikang took the initiative to mention, "Your aunt did not handle this matter well today. She did not consider your position."

Cen Yuan frowned and listened to him.

"Actually, I don't agree with your aunt's approach. You know, I have always treated you as my own son." Chen Jikang's eyes turned red as he spoke, "Yuan'er, you..."

Cen Yuan interrupted him, "Uncle Chen, I'm getting married."

"Get married! Yes, you are getting married, I know!" Chen Jikang responded quickly.

Cen Yuan said calmly, "I need silver."

Chen Jikang: “!!!”

The mood that had just been brewing was completely destroyed.

You can talk about anything, but talking about money will hurt feelings.

This adopted son never talked about money with him. He was always afraid that the Chen family would suffer losses, so he always gave him some good trading routes.

He never looks at the accounts and always says that the money should be put into the Chen family first.

As time went by, they mixed Cen Yuan's share into their own storeroom books. Where was Cen Yuan's money?

Even when the Marquis' Mansion was promising a marriage earlier, because the Luo family brought dozens of gifts to the Marquis' Mansion, their Chen family was not willing to be left behind and prepared many gifts to save face.

Later, Cen Yuan returned all the things they had given to the Chen family in the form of silver and gold. There was only more, no less.

It's really shocking that the adopted son, who never loved Yin Zi, suddenly asked about Yin Zi.

Chen Jikang's heart was pounding, and his face turned visibly ugly.

Cen Yuan ignored him and said, "Three years ago, we agreed that I would get 60% of the share of Su Cang Shipping. It was you, Uncle Chen, who proposed it at that time."

Chen Jikang: “!!!”

Sixty percent! Sixty-sixty-six! I was the one who proposed it, but but but, you didn’t say you wanted it either.

Chen Jikang forced a smile and said, "Yes!"

He didn't dare to offend his adopted son, because he was the God of Wealth! He had become accustomed to listening to the God of Wealth over the years.

He hits wherever he is pointed, never beats around the bush, never talks too much. It's like the God of Wealth telling him that there are too many powerful people in the capital, too many rules, and he told him not to make decisions on his own.

He reported everything to the God of Wealth. He was honest and took one step at a time.

Now, Chen Jikang felt that the God of Wealth was saying goodbye to him.

Just, very frightened!

Cen Yuan nodded and continued, "This year, the price of brocade, silk, and cotton will definitely not be the same as in previous years. The Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce will directly connect with you. This business is for you to do on your own, and I will not interfere in the future."

Chen Jikang couldn't hold it in any longer this time. "How can that be possible? Yuan'er! If you don't intervene, how can we, how can we continue this business?"

The Chen family's biggest business is weaving brocades, silks, satins, and cotton, which is very useful.

The reason why this business can be expanded is mainly due to its low cost.

The prices that the Chen family gets are always much lower than those of their peers, which gives them an absolute advantage.

In fact, the price is only on the surface; the deeper meaning is even more terrifying.

As long as Cen Yuan gave up on the Chen family's business, not only would the prices be high, but they would also not be able to get the newly released snow satin, tribute satin, and various soft gauze that the noble ladies loved the most.

Having money but not being able to get the goods is what merchants fear the most.

Chen Jikang was not stupid. He immediately thought that even if he got the goods, all the freight routes, both by water and land, were related to Cen Yuan.

Cen Yuan said, "After I get married, I will focus on my family and will no longer take care of these things. Uncle Chen, you will have to work harder in the future."

Chen Jikang's forehead was aching, "Yuan'er, stop joking."

Cen Yuan sighed, "I still need to pay the balance for my house at No. 9 Ruyi Street. Uncle Chen, when will you give me my 60% first, and then we can talk about the next thing."