"What did you say? There's something wrong with Fangzi?"

These words made Zhao Donglin's heart skip a beat, and then he shook his head and said, "You silly boy, what nonsense are you talking about? Your cloth and satin are all dyed, and everyone praises them, so what's the problem?"

Zhao Bohong raised his eyebrows and asked, "Boan is thinking about how to dye it better?"

Zhao Donglin said with a smile: "It's probably like this. When this fool encounters things in the dyeing trough, he is just like a troublemaker who is possessed by a demon..."

"It's faded."

Zhao Boan suddenly spit out three words.

The smiles on the faces of Zhao Donglin and Zhao Bohong froze instantly. Both pairs of eyes stared at Zhao Boan and asked: "What did you say?"

Zhao Bo'an raised his head, looked at his father and cousin, and spoke without hesitation, saying: "The first piece of cloth and silk that I dyed seven days ago have not been sold, and have been kept in the room. Every day

Let’s take another look, because I always feel that this recipe is really exquisite, and maybe there is room for improvement. But this morning, I saw that the satin on the bedside was lighter in color. The red on the muslin was even more red.

The bed surface is stained. So, there is something wrong with this recipe."

Zhao Donglin and Zhao Bohong looked at each other with serious expressions on their faces.

Zhao Donglin asked in a deep voice: "You discovered the problem this morning, can you find out what the problem is now?"

Zhao Bo'an shook his head numbly and said: "From morning to now, I have tried countless times, and every step has been correct. There is no problem with the dyed cloth and silk, and it will be fine even if it is soaked in water."

Zhao Bohong narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is there something wrong with the cloth you dyed earlier?"

If there was only a problem with Zhao Boan's dyeing test, it would be just a minor matter.

But what if...

Zhao Bohong didn't dare to think too much about the consequences.

Unfortunately, Zhao Bo'an shook his head and said: "The first batch of cloth seven days ago included several pieces of scrap cloth. I looked at it and even the scrap cloth began to lose its color."

Hearing this, Zhao Donglin had no luck anymore. His face was livid and he said sternly: "What a Jia Zhen from Ning Guo, what a Jia Qiang. His uncle and nephew teamed up and dared to defraud me of the Zhao family's money!!"

Zhao Bohong looked dull and said indifferently: "Second uncle, you said earlier that Jia Qiang sold the prescription to the Hengsheng Wang family for thirty thousand taels of silver?"

Zhao Donglin's expression changed, as if he had thought of something, and he said in a difficult voice: "That's it."

Zhao Bohong added: "The blue color of Hang Seng is unique in the world. Have their new fabrics been put on the shelves recently?"

Zhao Donglin's breathing became heavier and he nodded slowly: "It's on the counter."

Zhao Bohong clenched his fists and said: "It has been more than seven days and the color has not faded?"

Zhao Donglin nodded again, but was speechless.

Zhao Bohong raised his head and sighed, shook his head, and said: "From this point of view, this matter is probably caused by the Wang family of Langya, who teamed up with the Jia family, and set up a trap with my Zhao family."

His heart was filled with ice. He originally thought that he could take this opportunity to greatly expand the influence and reputation of the Gusu Zhao family. When people see red cloth and red silk, the first thing they think of is the Gusu Zhao family.

The Zhao family can also deepen their friendship with many famous and noble families, which is of great benefit to him.

But if the cloth and satin sold to others lose their color and cause trouble, then the name of the Gusu Zhao family will be in big trouble.

How could he, the eldest son of the Zhao family, be alone?

The Langya Wang family will never let go of this opportunity to attack the Zhao family...

Zhao Donglin looked at his son's dull expression and couldn't say any words of blame. After all, he was the one who got this recipe.

After being silent for a while, Zhao Donglin said slowly: "Bo Hong, you may not know the grudge between Ning Guo Jia Zhen and Jia Qiang."

Zhao Bohong was puzzled when he heard this. Isn't Jia Zhen the head of the Jia family?

Although Jia Qiang has won the praise of the Supreme Emperor, can she still rely on her to oppose her relatives?

Such things are simply outrageous and unimaginable.

Zhao Donglin sighed, informed Zhao Bohong of the private affairs of the Jia family, and finally said: "So, this matter may not be the worst situation."

Zhao Bohong's originally cold heart quickly warmed up with these words, and he immediately said: "Second uncle, if this is really the case, there may be a chance for a change in this matter!"

Zhao Donglin sighed and gritted his teeth and said: "I know that this matter is probably a trap deliberately left by Jia Qiang. Otherwise, he would not let people hand over the prescription to Jia Zhen so easily. It's my fault too, I just want to save money."

Those thirty thousand taels of silver ended up ruining a big thing!"

However, he was decisive in the end, regretted it, and immediately issued an order:

"Come here, please take back all the cloth, brocade, silk and satin that have been sent to each government immediately, and withdraw all the money!"

"Opening a warehouse to collect press cloth, and sending an equal amount of cloth and satin dyed by the old recipe from door to door. These are considered as Dongsheng Hao's apology, and they don't have to pay for it."

"Bohong, I need you to tell the elder about this and ask him to write a few more famous posts. After all, I am just a businessman and I am not taken seriously by those high-ranking people. I need you to come forward in person and give people...

Apologize."

Zhao Bohong's face was extremely ugly, and he said in a low voice: "Second uncle, is this necessary?"

His father was the censor of Zuodu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, a high-ranking official in purple who could compete with the Minister of Rites of the Wang family.

The weight of asking his father to bow his head and apologize is truly astonishing!

Zhao Donglin said bitterly: "Bohong, I'm not making a fuss. The biggest buyer of new silks and satins this time is Prince Zhongshun's Palace. His old concubine is seventy-nine this year, but her health is not good. She has to celebrate her eightieth birthday in advance.

I purposely purchased the latest silks and red cloths instead of those made in-house. If...if on the day of the old lady's birthday, the red silks and red cloths lose their color, and the whole house becomes white..."

When Zhao Bohong heard this, although his face was ashen, he said no more.

Except for the prince, the Dayan clan rarely participated in political affairs. They mostly stayed at home, eating and waiting to die.

The Tian family's defense against the clan is not just about one or two generations...

But it is not entirely unkind. Most of the extremely talented people in the clan work as servants in the clan's mansion.

And Prince Zhongshun is the great Zongzheng of the Zongren Mansion.

The old prince had great assistance to the emperor. In this generation, Prince Zhongshun was even raised in the palace, and he and the princes called the Supreme Emperor their father.

As long as he does not commit suicide to interfere in politics with such a clan prince, even the Zhao family will never be able to offend him.

It is true that Zhao Donglin alone cannot solve the problem. If he comes to the door for nothing, he will only end up breaking his bones and sucking his marrow.

Zhao Bohong said dullly: "I understand."

After that, he turned around and left.

Zhao Donglin did not let him go alone, saying: "I want to go back to the city too."

Zhao Bohong was puzzled. At this time, if Zhao Donglin was not here to solve the big trouble, why would he go back to the city?

Zhao Donglin gritted his teeth and said: "I can't afford to offend Prince Zhongshun's house, nor can I afford to offend the Jia family of Ningguo? How dare you trick me with fake recipes and think that my Gusu Zhao family is made of clay!"

…

Shenjing City, Xixie Street.

Taiping Guild Hall.

This large house with three entrances and three roads was originally the residence of the general who controlled the country.

However, after the general who ruled the country did something bad, the house fell into disuse. When it fell into the hands of Jiang Yuhan, all the regulations that violated the rules were demolished.

So now this mansion only needs to be cleaned before you can move in directly.

In the East Road courtyard, Hua Jieyu and maid Yuanbao looked at the house where they had lived for several days, with mixed feelings in their hearts.

Fengle Tower is known as the most famous prostitute building in the world and the most famous gold-selling cave in Shenjing City. Its furnishings are naturally the first-class luxury place in the world.

From that paradise on earth to suddenly landing in an old house that has been in disrepair, it is impossible for the two of them to say that there is no gap in their hearts.

However, when I think about my current situation, at least I won't be sold to pick up customers. Even if the customers are all celebrities, I am still happy.

The only thing that made Hua Jieyu a little disappointed was that Xue Pan did not dare to take her home as his concubine, and did not even mention it.

When the two get along, it seems that they only regard her as their adopted sister.

In fact, Hua Jieyu already recognized her, and she would obey him as long as he mentioned it.

A man who is willing to spend one hundred thousand taels of silver to save her from the pit of fire deserves her devotion.

Can……

Seeing her sighing softly, Yuan Bao, the maid who grew up with her since childhood, understood her thoughts and said with a smile: "Uncle Xue is really interesting. He redeemed his life for the girl, but he only dares to come during the day and not at night.

Come on. He still doesn’t dare to look at the girl, hee hee hee!”

Hua Jieyu lives up to his name, his facial features are picturesque, his voice is also like his name, his tone is as soft as the language of flowers, he said softly: "Didn't my brother say that the house here belongs to his sibling Mr. Jia? Mr. Jia gave instructions before he left.

, before he returns, only female family members are allowed to stay in this house, and no male guests are allowed to stay overnight."

Yuan Bao curled his lips and said, "That Mr. Jia is really a big arrogant person..."

Hua Jieyu said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense. The money used to redeem one's life was given to someone else's house with twenty thousand taels, and this house also belongs to someone else's house. If we hadn't relied on Mr. Jia's praise from the Third Supreme Emperor, we might not have been able to escape from the trap so smoothly.

Come."

Yuan Bao said coquettishly: "Miss, I'm just talking."

Hearing the words, Hua Jieyu lowered her eyes gently and said: "In the future, it is better to be cautious in your words and deeds. Today is no better than in the past..."

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard loud laughter coming from the yard outside: "Sister, Yuanbao, look what naughty things I have brought to you! Quack, quack, what a fine canary!"

Hua Jieyu, who has seen celebrities all over the world, heard this rough voice, smiled with some helplessness and some relief, got up and went to greet...
Chapter completed!