Chapter 704 - 703: Ninth Young Master
Wang Yongzhu looked at the way Song Chongjin tried to please her own mother and really wanted to laugh, but she forced herself to resist: "Let’s think about this. Although ink, paper, inkstones, and ink slabs are elegant, the investment is too large, and the price of high-quality supplies is not cheap. We only have so much money. If it’s all tied up, what will we do if we need more silver for something in the future?"
"You make sense, daughter; I’ll listen to you—," Old Granny Zhang agreed immediately. After all, she certainly didn’t have her daughter’s knack for business, so she would follow her daughter’s lead in everything.
Wang Yongzhu took a sip of soup: "There’s no rush; we’ve just arrived, so let’s observe more. I had once promised Shopkeeper Wu that I would lease the shop to him for the fabric store, but back then, I didn’t expect that we’d be coming to Jing County ourselves to open a shop. We still need to discuss it with Shopkeeper Wu, and if he doesn’t need our shop, then we can make plans. The issue with the dye workshop as well, just that we don’t know when Shopkeeper Wu will be back. If it’s delayed any further, it’ll inconvenience things."
The Shopkeeper Wu who was being mentioned by Wang Yongzhu was standing respectfully at that moment beside a very handsome young man wearing a Group Purple Brocade Robe.
The young man had thick, slanting eyebrows extending into his temples, deep-set eyes, a straight nose above thin lips, and an air of casual opulence about him—especially resplendent in his Group Purple attire, a color so extravagant and flamboyant yet subdued by his looks.
"Ninth Young Master, would you care to rest for a while?" Shopkeeper Wu suggested cautiously.
"No need; tell me about the dye workshop instead, and in particular, about the Wang Family Young Lady. Don’t leave anything out; make everything clear," said the young man known as Ninth Young Master, stretching out his hand with slender, powerful fingers like white jade, and rubbed his temple.
His snow-white hand against his black hair was like a piece of jade carving.
The young man leaned back leisurely on the couch with an air of nonchalance that seemed to come naturally, without losing any elegance in his movements.
Shopkeeper Wu swallowed hard, not daring to neglect: "Yes."
Thus, he went on to explain how he met Wang Yongzhu, then got to know her, how he received the first batch of fabrics dyed by her, how they signed the contract, and when others coveted Yongzhu’s dye workshop, what her response was, without hiding anything, clearly explaining everything.