The Legend of Zhen Huan: Year after year, we share the spring breeze

Shen Yunfei glanced coldly at everyone in the hall, with a sarcastic arc at the corner of his lips.

These old foxes appeared respectful on the surface, but their eyes were filled with calculations - did they expect them to willingly give up their business? Just talking and reasoning alone might not work even if they talked until dawn.

He glanced sideways at his cousin beside him.

An Lingrong sat upright in the main seat, her fingertips tapping lightly on the table, her expression calm and composed. She had always acted with integrity, even in business discussions she would always distinguish right from wrong.

But who among these people is not a veteran who has been in the business world for decades? To them, morality is nothing more than a bargaining chip.

This cousin is good in every way, except that she is too reasonable!

It’s better to do it yourself!

Shen Yunfei took two steps forward, his boots making a distinct sound on the bluestone floor. He raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of impatience in his eyes. "What do you think?"

There was silence in the hall.

"Not talking?" Shen Yunfei chuckled, and with a flick of his fingertips, a golden waist badge flipped between his fingers. "Does that mean you don't agree?"

Everyone looked up and saw the word "Shen" written in a flamboyant style, glowing coldly in the light.

The "Shen" from the current emperor's maternal family!

"It seems that my influence is too weak." Shen Yunfei slowly tied the badge back to his waist. "Why don't we ask my eldest brother to come and discuss it with you? He happened to be in Suzhou City recently. If even my eldest brother is not enough..."

He snorted coldly, "Then I'll have to trouble my father to go there himself. But by then, we'll have to explain it differently."

Shen Yunfei stepped in and asked for cooperation;

Shen Pingchuan stepped in and ordered the collection of taxes;

Shen Zishan takes action - that means he is going to suppress the rebellion.

Zhao Dongjia, who was in the front row, was the first to come to his senses.

He had heard that the eldest son of the Shen family had recently arrived in Suzhou City and went to the Governor's Office. He originally thought that he was there to check the accounts, but he didn't expect it to be for this kind of matter.

Then he stole a glance at the young man in front of him with extraordinary bearing - the second master of the Shen family was weak, so this man must be the rumored playboy, the third young master of the Shen family.

He quickly stood up, clasped his hands together and bowed deeply, a smile plastered across his face. "Third Young Master, you're too kind! How dare you disturb Lord Shen with such a trivial matter? You've opened a workshop and sold cloth at a low price. This is a kind act that benefits the people of Suzhou!"

Zhao Dongjia's eyes rolled, and his tone became more sincere. "Although my Zhao family is just a small workshop, we are willing to do our part for our neighbors. When I return, I will immediately give orders that our Zhao family workshop will no longer produce cotton and linen cloth. All fabrics will be purchased from your workshop."

Shen Yunfei raised the corners of his lips slightly: "No wonder Zhao Ji has become a leader in Suzhou's textile industry. Mr. Zhao is indeed a wise man."

"Third Young Master, you're too kind!" Zhao Dongjia bent even lower, sweat dripping from his forehead. He knew full well that this wasn't a compliment, but a warning—if he didn't behave as a "sensible person" today, the Zhao family would be expelled from Suzhou City tomorrow.

"what about you?"

Shen Yunfei's three light words hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

The rest of the people seemed to have just woken up from their dreams and expressed their attitudes one after another.

"Let me be frank. If we get along well, we can make a fortune together. But if anyone dares to try to trip me up, I won't be polite!"

"Don't dare."

Shen Yunfei looked around with satisfaction, turned to An Lingrong and raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of pride: See, business war is that simple.

An Lingrong suppressed her smile and secretly gave him a thumbs up.

It was only a matter of time before these old, conservative workshops were eliminated by the times. Rather than slowly boiling them like a frog in warm water, it was better to use the power of the Shen family to cut the Gordian knot.

If we want to reform, someone has to be the bad guy.

Once this matter is settled, the preliminary preparations for the textile factory will be completed.

From raw material supply to spinning and weaving, and then to the final sales channels, the entire industrial chain has been opened up.

After deciding these things, the two hurried to the workshop where construction was underway.

It was early summer and the sun was scorching, but the construction site was bustling with activity.

In order to meet the deadline, Shen Pingchuan specially borrowed a 100-man Green Camp soldier from the Jiangsu Governor to assist in the construction. At this moment, these soldiers in uniforms are working together with the craftsmen, and the scene is quite spectacular.

After looking for a while, I went to inspect the store. Although the decoration was not yet completed, the general layout could be seen.

A wooden signboard with the words "Jinxiu Cloth Shop" hangs under the eaves.

Considering that it is mainly for the common people, the decoration of the shop is simple and practical: the wooden counter is smooth and flat, there are simple shelves nailed on the wall, an indigo cloth sign is hung at the door, and only some auspicious cloud patterns are carved on the lintel, which is neither dignified nor discouraging to the common people.

As soon as he stepped into the shop, he heard Sun Heyin's scolding: "How many times have I told you! You are now a clerk in a real cloth shop, not a waiter on a flower boat at the foot of Tiger Hill. Hold your head up!"

An Lingrong took a closer look and couldn't help but smile.