Chapter 116 Meeting with He Zhaoren

"Zhuyi, don't do this, I can't bear it. I was just talking to you just now. As long as I have money to make money, who wouldn't I do it with?" Zhang Yang said.

"You're serious?" He Zhaoyi raised her head and looked at Zhang Yang.

"Of course it's true. I promise you that I will accompany you to see your elder brother later."

"That's great!" He Zhaoyi burst into tears and smiled.

It seems that this trump card that has been used since childhood and has become a big hit. One cry, one make a fuss, one hangs, and one hangs them. These are the three magic weapons of women.

Seeing He Zhaoyi's expression transforming so quickly, I'm afraid she was pretending just now. Alas, it's hard to be guarded, Zhang Yang thought to himself.

However, it is in your own interests to be able to establish a relationship with the eldest son of the He family. After all, the base's coarse salt purification assembly line does not have much production capacity yet. Moreover, if too much salt is provided continuously, it will lead to a drop in the price of salt in the market, which is not in your own interests. Moreover, too much is provided, it is easy to cause suspicion, and the noses of merchants have always been very keen.

As we approach Yangzhou, there are more and more salt ships around us. This is a large commercial city that gathers tourists from all over the world. The throughput of cargo is also very huge.

The He family’s warehouse is along the river outside Dongguan. It looks like a bee nest, covered with various huge warehouses, and more than 90% of them are salt warehouses.

We drove closer to the He family's iconic salt warehouse, blue brick exterior walls and glazed eaves, with elegant style.

"Which warehouse docking in?" Zhang Yang asked.

"These warehouses are all owned by my second brother, and my eldest brother's warehouse is still in front." He Zhaoyi said.

The waterway here is wide, making it convenient for ships to come and go, but the warehouse is occupied by the second brother, and the eldest brother's warehouse is on the narrow tributary in front.

After He Zhaoyi's guidance, Zhang Yang's salt ship approached He Zhaoren's salt warehouse.

Although he is at a disadvantage in the family struggle, compared with other small salt merchants, He Zhaoren's 20% of the transaction is equivalent to the sum of many small salt merchants. The salt warehouse is also tall, but the location is a bit remote.

However, it is better to be remote and convenient for Zhang Yang to do things.

It is inevitable that there will be an acquaintance coming: "Where is the salt transported to? So much, your He family is really doing big business." Then, the curious person uncovered the salt burden and grabbed it inside, revealing the stuff.

The salt introduction not only contains the quantity, but also the types, the fine salt and sea salt are still clearly divided.

In this remote place, there are very few ships passing by, and it is a good place to transport fine salt here.

The willow trees on both sides are lush and lush, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down. They are reflected in the clear lake, and the lake water is wafting, even the white clouds in the sky are reflected in the lake water.

"That's ahead." He Zhaoyi said.

Without He Zhaoyi's guidance, Zhang Yang also discovered a two-story pavilion in front, with red and white below, delicately carved. There was a circle of big red lanterns hanging on the top of the scepter. This place doesn't look like a warehouse, it's simply a villa by the lake!

Looking at Zhang Yang's doubtful eyes, He Zhaoyi said: "This is a private villa for my elder brother. The first floor below doubles as a salt warehouse, and the second floor is where my elder brother drinks and enjoys the scenery. Last time I made an appointment with my elder brother and I will have an interview with you here."

So that's it. There are not enough warehouses, and this villa is also used as a warehouse? The eldest young master of the He family is really willing to do so.

The boat approached the shore and was facing the main entrance of the building.

Before Zhang Yang got off the boat, he saw the pair of vermilion doors of the Lou Pavilion suddenly opened, and a hearty laugh came from inside: "I have finally come to you."

The opening remark was straightforward enough. Zhang Yang looked at the open door and followed the sound. A young man, shaking his folding fan, walked out with his official steps.

I saw that he was of medium figure, with a fair face, and his eyebrows were similar to He Zhaoyi, who was dressed as a man. He was wearing a narrow-sleeved dragon-weaving brocade robe, a golden and jade belt, and the jade plaque with flying dragons and phoenixes were hung on the side, with a ball of pomrose tied with red thread on it. He wore a pair of black satin boots.

He looked at the person who came down from the boat, his sister, and was coming down with a man.

"Sister, is this Mr. Zhang?"

"That's right." Zhang Yang bowed his fist: "I dare to ask if it's Mr. Who?"

He Zhaoren closed the folding fan, held the handle of the fan in his left hand, and held the left fist with his right hand, and said, "My sister has always exaggerated the young master's handsomeness and integrity, and when she saw him today, she was indeed elegant and extraordinary."

Zhang Yang felt very comfortable when he heard these words, but he said, "Where is, Mr. He is generous in his conversation and is a talented person."

"Brother, is there anything delicious? I'm hungry!" He Zhaoyi said from the side.

"Let's go, please go upstairs. Today I will serve you. Prepare a little wine and let's drink a few drinks together." Mr. He turned sideways and made a call.

When Chinese people talk about things, they have always liked to solve them at the wine table since ancient times. This excellent virtue has been passed down to this day.

"Brother, what about me?" He Zhaoyi said unyieldingly.

"Of course you have also gone up and prepared your favorite thousand-layer oil cake for you." He Zhaoren said.

"Let's go, Xiao Ai, let's go up first." He Zhaoyi greeted his maid and walked quickly inside.

"Then, the salt inside this boat..." Zhang Yang looked behind him. The boat had just stopped and everyone was about to get ashore and had not started unloading the goods.

"Oh, this is easy to say." He Zhaoren shouted to the back: "Come!"

"Yes, young master." Several servants came out from behind.

"Carry the salt hood on the boat into the warehouse, and then invite the people on the boat to have a meal in the back hall."

"Yes, young master." After answering, the servant began to get on the boat to carry salt loads.

Zhang Yang was relieved to follow He Zhaoren and walked inside.

When I entered the gate, it suddenly became clear inside. It was a huge door pavilion, supported by several red columns. The lower part of the columns was carved with hollow patterns. On the side were stairs and the handrails of the log were only coated with varnish. It was antique and elegant, and the touch was lubricated.

After going up the stairs, a rosewood Eight Immortals table has been arranged in the hall on the front. The carved bouquet at the lower part is exquisitely crafted and beautiful.

Next to the table are several identical red sandalwood chairs. At this time, an elegant and elegant woman was already sitting on the chair.

From the side, there is indeed an urge to make people commit crime.

With the sound of footsteps as he stepped on the stairs, the woman turned her head gently. It was He Zhaoyi.

However, at this time, her cheeks were protruding and something was squirming inside. Her handsome little mouth was closed tightly. She quickly covered her mouth with her sleeves and chewed it twice before swallowing the things in her mouth.

I haven't eaten a thousand-layer oil cake for a long time. I was so excited that I put two into my mouth, and then the scene just now came up.

"You guys are coming up? I thought I had to chat down there for a while." He Zhaoyi said as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Zhang, please sit down." He Zhaoren glanced at his ugly sister and said to Zhang Yang.

"Please." Zhang Yang also stretched out his arms and sat on one side.

Zhang Yang happened to sit opposite He Zhaoyi. Looking at her already sagging cheeks, he felt the urge to laugh when he remembered her appearance just now.
Chapter completed!