Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

After Mu Tou took over the wedding arrangements, he frowned the whole time, and even when he was dating Jiuer, he still looked like his father had died.

Jiu'er blinked her bright eyes, looked at Mu Tou curiously, and asked doubtfully, "Your young master assigned such an important task to you, you should be happy, but why do you look so sad?"

Mu Tou scratched his head and answered with difficulty: "Young Master trusts me and entrusts me with such an important matter. Naturally, I am happy. But, I have never experienced marriage and I know nothing about how to arrange a wedding!" As he said this, he couldn't help but sigh heavily.

After hearing this, Jiu'er covered her mouth and chuckled, scolding: "You, you are such a fool! Have you never attended a wedding since you were a child?"

Mu Tou shook his head, his expression growing increasingly depressed, and muttered to himself, "Oh, that reminds me. I... have never attended any weddings."

At this moment, Jiu'er's eyes lit up, and she excitedly suggested, "I heard someone is getting married in the north of the city. How about we go and take a look? Maybe we can get some inspiration from them!"

Mu Tou heard this, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and nodded quickly in response: "Okay, okay! If they say or do anything, you must help me take careful note of it."

Jiu'er giggled and agreed readily: "No problem, but I can't help you for free, I have to get some compensation."

Mu Tou frowned and said with a bitter face, "I have already handed over all my monthly salary to you. What else do you want?"

Jiu'er's cheeks flushed, and she said shyly, "I want... the thing your young master gave to Ling'er."

Mu Tou's eyes widened when he heard this and he exclaimed, "That won't do! That broken knife is priced at three hundred taels of silver. Even if I were to sell myself, I wouldn't be able to raise that much money!"

"You... really make me mad!" Jiuer stomped her feet in anger, jumped up suddenly and stomped hard on the wood.

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During the march, time seemed to stretch out, and every minute and every second was a torture for Zhang Jingwei. It had been nearly half a month since Gao Jiong left, and there was still no news from him.

Zhang Jingwei murmured to himself with a gloomy face, "Or, I might as well just sell this military camp!" Qian Ming, who was standing by, was shocked when he heard this and quickly said, "Young Master, how can you say such foolish things?"

Zhang Jingwei sighed deeply, his face filled with regret. "Now I fully appreciate the immense pressure and toil our group's president endures daily. Back when I was at the company, I'd spend every spare moment berating the leadership and higher-ups. Now that I think about it, they truly have their merits."

In the past, Zhang Jingwei had always thought that those leaders were just so-so and had no real ability. However, now that he was actually in this position, he finally understood the difficulty and hardship involved.

Although Qian Ming didn't understand what he was saying, he still comforted him, "Young Master, perhaps the head shopkeeper is doing this to temper your character."

Zhang Jingwei retorted dismissively, "Hmph, do I need him to hone my skills? Soon, I'll be heading to Gaoyang to take up my official position, but my official certificate hasn't been issued yet. And look at my father-in-law; construction has already begun on his general's mansion, while I can only idle away my days in this military camp, doing nothing."

At this moment, a lobby administrator hurried over to report, "Boss, there's a man named Mo Lang outside who wants to see you."

Zhang Jingwei was slightly startled, secretly wondering about the man's purpose. Then he waved his hand and said, "Well, let him in."

Not long after, Mo Lang walked into the office quickly, carrying bags of gifts, bowed and said, "Young Master!"

Zhang Jingwei smiled warmly and said, "Uncle Mo, you're so kind! What's the wind that brings you here today?"

Mo Lang smiled heartily and responded with a cupped hand, "Hahaha, it's because the young master was so magnanimous and forgave the little dog's mistakes that I came all the way here to express my gratitude!"

Zhang Jingwei waved his hand and smiled nonchalantly, "Uncle Mo, you're too serious! Your son may be a little clumsy, but he's not a bad person at heart."

Mo Lang quickly nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, Young Master is absolutely right. Let's not talk about that disappointing son for now. I do have something serious to discuss with you."

Zhang Jingwei was slightly startled and asked doubtfully, "Oh? I wonder what Uncle Mo is talking about?"

Mo Lang's eyes flickered, and he lowered his voice and said, "I heard that the young master's military business is flourishing, and he is interested in getting involved in the loan business. This news has now spread to the Jinzhou area."

Zhang Jingwei was shocked. After thinking for a moment, he said as if he suddenly realized something: "Oh... So this is what you are talking about. There is indeed such a plan." He couldn't help but recall the income-generating plan proposed by Gao Jiong - lending money to the private sector.

Seeing this, Mo Lang immediately struck while the iron was hot and suggested, "Young Master, look at our Salt Gang's branches in the north. They usually have nothing to do and are quite idle. In my opinion, why not take this opportunity to have them serve you like a slave and make a difference?"

Zhang Jingwei looked at Mo Lang with a half-smile and asked, "Why? Do you guys in the Salt Gang really have so much free time?"

Mo Lang chuckled and replied humorously, "Since we're from the Salt Gang, shouldn't we be 'salty' (free)?"

Zhang Jingwei couldn't help but burst out laughing, but his face was full of fake smiles. He said in a feigned anger: "Haha, I hate this kind of boring homophonic puns the most!"

Mo Lang said solemnly, "According to the long-standing rules in our martial arts world, we should make a profit of 30% if we borrow 10%. But don't worry, I will only take 10% of it, and the rest will be handed over to the boss honestly." As he spoke, he used his fingers to gesture the corresponding numbers to show that what he said was true.

Zhang Jingwei frowned slightly, thought for a moment and replied: "It would be more appropriate to let the general manager of the military bank make the decision on this matter. I really can't give you a clear answer now." After that, he shook his head slightly, indicating that he could not help.

Mo Lang became anxious when he heard this, and quickly waved his hands and said, "Oh, Young Master, please don't say that! You should know that I also have a certain share in the military bank. Leave this matter to me, there will be absolutely no mistakes, please believe in my ability!" He patted his chest and promised confidently.

However, Zhang Jingwei was not moved by Mo Lang's words, but calmly analyzed: "Borrow ten and get three percent interest, so the interest rate is as high as 30%! This interest rate is really too high. How can I lend money at such an interest rate? Isn't this harming those who are in urgent need of money?" There was a hint of dissatisfaction and worry in his tone.

Mo Lang retorted disapprovingly: "Young Master, that's not what you say! This is the rule of the underworld, it's like this for everyone, it's really not that high." He tried to persuade Zhang Jingwei to accept this seemingly reasonable interest rate.

Seeing that both sides were deadlocked, Zhang Jingwei thought for a while and then proposed a compromise: "How about this, Uncle Mo, you first draw up a detailed plan for me to see. If I think this plan is indeed feasible, then I will naturally sign and agree to hand this matter over to you. How about it?" After hearing what Zhang Jingwei said, Mo Lang hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and agreed.