After the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion was reborn, she divorced and married the prince!

Qi Xu put the clothes on himself and showed them to Qi Liang.

His face would look good even if he was covered with a rag.

The gray and white clothes are decorated with flowers, which really adds a finishing touch and adds a lot of color.

"From now on, if there are new styles, it will just be a matter of adding an assembly line!" Tong Wanyu said happily, "You just design them, and I'll take care of the rest!"

When Qi Xu looked at Tong Wanyu, there was a different emotion in his eyes.

Tong Wanyu smiled broadly, as bright and beautiful as a gorgeous peony flower.

She glanced at Qi Liang.

"Shopkeeper Qi, twenty cents for each piece of clothing?"

"Of course, Qi will always keep his word." Qi Liang nodded in agreement.

Tong Wanyu smiled and extended her hand to Qi Xu.

Qi Xu was slightly stunned and looked at her in confusion.

"Come on, high five! Clap for our victory." Tong Wanyu said cheerfully.

Qi Xu's face flushed, and he reminded her softly, "Ahem... you are a girl."

Tong Wanyu glared at him and pulled up his sleeves.

"Pa——" she high-fived him quickly.

She smiled, let go of his hand, turned around and went to talk to Song Mingli.

Qi Xu couldn't help but feel his palms tingling, and waves of heat spread from his palms to his entire body, even running through his entire body.

Song Mingli felt that it would take time for his second brother to get the news and find out the key points.

Seeing that the workers at Caiyunxuan were arranged in an orderly manner, she decided to return to the palace first.

But just as she was about to get on the carriage, her second brother came back.

"I found out." Song Yunqi said with a serious face.

"There are a lot of people here. I have reserved a private room in the teahouse next door, which I will use when discussing business." Qi Liang invited them to move to the private room in the teahouse.

Tong Wanyu and Qi Xu were still watching the tailors train the helpers, so they did not follow them.

Qi Liang and his brother and sister came to the private room of the teahouse.

As soon as Song Yunqi sat down, he said, "Li Zhirong is the cousin of Concubine Li of Prince Cheng's mansion, and Minister Wang is also close to Prince Cheng."

"It turned out that it was King Cheng's men who stole the cotton." Song Mingli said in a low voice.

Qi Liang thought for a moment, and suddenly said, "I don't know much about King Cheng, but I do know a little about Li Zhirong. He is a man who will not do anything without profit, and he is definitely not someone who can spend money to do good deeds."

"Even though he received a subsidy of 20 wen per pound of cotton from the imperial court, it would be difficult for him to make a lot of money from cotton."

Song Mingli pondered for a moment and smiled, "Prince Cheng may want to use the cotton incident to restore his image in his father's heart."

"But Li Zhirong probably doesn't think so." Qi Liang said firmly.

"This is easy. If Li Zhirong can't make money by holding the cotton, will he still hold on to it?" Song Mingli said.

The two of them agreed and couldn't help but smile at each other.

Song Yunqi on the side didn't understand what was going on. He looked at Qi Liang and then at his sister.

When he first heard the news from his eldest brother, he was filled with indignation.

How come this news became good news when it reached my sister and Qi Liang?

"What solution have you come up with? Can you get Li Zhirong to give up the cotton?" Song Yunqi asked.

Qi Liang smiled slightly, "Give in? Not only do we have to make him give it up, but we also have to make him pay money and give it up at a discount."

"In this way, the cost of our cotton clothing can be lowered."

Song Yunqi's eyes widened... Li Zhirong was not stupid, why should he lose money and give up the cotton he had obtained?

"Manager Qi never brags, so just wait and see, second brother." Song Mingli said with a smile.

Looking at the calm and composed look on my sister's face, it not only shows her confidence in Qi Liang, but also that she is confident about this matter?

Song Mingli discussed some details with Qi Liang.

The two talked for less than half an hour before Qi Liang got up and left the teahouse.

Song Mingli and Song Yunqi were still sitting in the private room, planning to leave later.

Unexpectedly, enemies meet on a narrow road. As soon as Qi Liang went out, he met Li Zhirong who came with people to discuss business.

"Oh, isn't this Qi Da, the shopkeeper of Caiyunxuan?" Li Zhirong said proudly, "I heard that you also want to compete for the batch of cotton from the Ministry of Revenue?"

"This cotton is a rare commodity. We didn't have it in Beili in previous years! Unfortunately, it's all in my hands now."

Song Yunqi in the private room snorted, "Minister Wang was operating behind the scenes, executing first and reporting later. If I had known, I would not have handed the cotton over to the court!"

"It is the Emperor's will to hand over the cotton to the court. Why would you upset the Emperor for a little cotton?" Song Mingli advised. "Don't worry. We are not taking this batch of cotton to make money, but to do good deeds. Even God will help us."

As soon as Song Mingli finished speaking, he heard Qi Liang's voice coming from outside.

"That's great! I originally thought that this job would fall to Caiyunxuan, but I didn't expect that the shopkeeper Li is so righteous!"

"The imperial court wants to use this batch of cotton to subsidize the people, not to make money. If Manager Li takes this job, he will definitely gain a good reputation!"

Li Zhirong didn't expect Qi Liang to laugh so happily and even say some compliments.

He was stunned. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Qi Liang smiled and lowered his voice, but the so-called low voice was made so that the people who were discussing business with Li Zhirong behind him could hear it.

"Don't you know? Cotton is hard and clumping. It's not as soft as fur, silk, or down for winter clothes or quilts, and it's not as warm as these things."

"This cotton is for the common people. Rich people use better furs, silk, and down."

These days, it is hard for ordinary people to make money. They want to make every penny count.

But if rich people spend their money for enjoyment or appearance, they will spend it like water.

Qi Liang smiled and said, “Just because something is new doesn’t mean it’s necessarily good. It could also be that the court wants to take it from the people and use it for the people.”

"So, Manager Li is very righteous!"

Qi Liang bowed politely and strode away happily.

Li Zhirong was left standing there in a daze, feeling somewhat doubtful for a moment.

"Boss Li, let's discuss our business another day."

"I'll take another look and think about it when I get back."

Several shopkeepers behind him originally wanted to talk to him about cotton clothes and quilts.

But after listening to Qi Liang's words, they suddenly had other ideas.

They had never seen cotton before.

I knew it was a new thing obtained from the imperial court. Manager Li bought it from the imperial court through his connections.

After hearing Li Zhirong praise this thing, I learned that it only exists in heaven and is rarely seen in the world.

It is as white as clouds, as soft as feathers, warm and cheap. If you can get first-hand source of it, you will find a gold mine.

But now it seems that this is not the case at all.

It is new, but not as good as it is hyped up to be, and certainly not something that can make money.

In order to subsidize and appease the people, hasn’t the imperial court often taken action against these wealthy businessmen?

Li Zhirong was stabbed, and he wants to drag them down with him, right?

They'll have to wait and see.

Several people immediately bowed and said goodbye.

"Hey, don't leave! Don't listen to his nonsense! What does he know?"

"I'll take you to see the goods! Let's go now!"

The more anxious Li Zhirong was, the faster the big shopkeepers ran, as if they were afraid of being dragged down by him to be their scapegoats.

Li Zhirong frowned... Could it be that King Cheng wanted to make a contribution and wanted him, the cousin of the concubine, to bleed?

"Since they have no vision, I will do it myself!" Li Zhirong thought angrily.

It's just a matter of taking up more working capital and concentrating all the manpower, material and financial resources on cotton!

After Li Zhirong returned, he asked the tailors in his shops who had free time to stop other work and work on making cotton clothes.

"Sir, winter is about to come, but the weather is still so hot. Can we sell all the cotton clothes we made?" The branch manager under Li Zhirong asked worriedly.