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Her eyebrows drooped slightly, as if she was dissatisfied with him giving her as a reward to his men so casually, but in this deep mansion, she knew her identity and status very well and dared not disobey in the slightest.

Qian Yingjun stood up, waved his sleeves, walked out of the room alone, leaving behind a lonely and arrogant figure.

At the same time, at the Sanbao Dyeing Workshop, the morning light was just breaking and the morning dew was slightly cool. Ran He and his wife had already dressed neatly and hurried to the dyeing workshop with their servants.

Today is an important day for cloth shops from all over the country to come and pick up the pre-ordered cloth. Time is tight and there is no time to delay.

Suddenly, the carriage came to a sudden stop. There was a commotion outside the window. Nian Xia lifted a corner of the carriage curtain lightly. The scene in front of her made her exclaim softly: "Are we there yet? It seems we are."

The road ahead was blocked by rows of overcrowded carriages, like a long dragon, winding endlessly.

"Madam, there is a huge traffic jam ahead. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to pass."

She said softly, a hint of worry showing in her expression.

Upon hearing this, Ran He leaned forward slightly to look outside, and saw a line of carriages that stretched as far as the eye could see. The dyeing workshop was still several miles away, and it was just dawn, but the crowd was already so dense that he couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart.

This scene was more lively and more difficult than expected.

"Master, Madam, all the carriages are blocked. I'm afraid we can't get through."

Mo Zhu stood aside, his face full of helplessness. This sudden situation was obviously not good news.

If the carriage cannot enter smoothly, then the vehicles returning with full loads will also be unable to move. If the problem is not resolved as soon as possible, trouble may arise.

Just as Ran He was about to speak, her husband Wu Xu spoke in a steady and powerful voice: "Yan Wu, Yan Liu, the rest of you go find the managers of the fleets, line up in the order of the number plates, park your vehicles on the left, and leave a passage on the right. No one is allowed to occupy the road without permission. Do you understand?"

"Order!"

The two guards responded and quickly carried out the order.

It would take some time to sort out the chaotic convoy, so Ran He and his wife decided to walk to the dyeing workshop first.

As soon as I arrived at the door, Manager Wang came up to me with an anxious look on his face, and his words were somewhat comforting: "Master, Madam, you two are finally here. Many cloth shop owners have been waiting here for a long time."

As I walked into the house, I saw, as expected, more than a dozen heads of cloth shops sitting together, each with their own thoughts.

When they saw Wu Xu and his wife enter, everyone stood up to greet them, compliment them, or chat with them, and the atmosphere instantly became lively.

After a brief greeting, the couple did not linger for long, knowing that the number of merchants waiting outside the door would probably increase. The sooner they could complete their business, the sooner everyone could feel at ease.

"Today, we will strictly follow the order of the number plates when picking up the goods, and the quantity will be adjusted appropriately based on the needs reported by everyone last time and our inventory situation."

As soon as Wu Xu finished speaking, everyone nodded in agreement, but they all had their own calculations in their minds. There has always been a lot of room for private transactions, and it would be best if they could take advantage of this opportunity to gain more benefits.

Most of the businessmen present had considered this idea, but Yan Er, who was in charge of the distribution, seemed to have been prepared and turned away all those who tried to go through the back door.

"Number 15!"

A call broke the brief silence, and a steward heard his number and quickly stood out from the crowd.

"Yes, yes, here it is!"

He responded and walked quickly forward.

Yan Er took the number plate and examined it carefully before confirming, "Are you the manager of Zhang's Cloth Shop?"

"Yes, yes, that's me."

The steward nodded hurriedly in response.

Yan Er casually said, "I remember your boss originally said he would come in person, why did he change it to you?"

The manager's face changed slightly, but he immediately put on a professional smile and said, "Oh, the boss had something important to deal with and couldn't spare the time, so he sent me here to do the job."

Yan Er just said "hmm" lightly and didn't ask any more questions, which made the manager secretly relieved.

However, when Yan Er wrote the word "approved" on the paper and cleverly circled it, the manager felt uneasy again.

"Take this to the warehouse and find someone. They will give you a corresponding share of the goods."

Yan Er instructed.

The steward took the special note, thanked him repeatedly, and secretly stuffed a bag of silver into Yan Er's hand, trying to use it as a small "thank you".

Yan Er accepted it expressionlessly, in a completely businesslike manner.

As the manager handed the note to the warehouse manager Yan Wu, a series of complicated processes gradually unfolded until the truck was loaded and slowly drove away. Only then did the manager breathe a sigh of relief, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

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On the other side, inside the Qian Mansion, Qian Yunqing accompanied Qian Yingjun and was carefully inspecting the three batches of expensive fabrics that had just been purchased, which cost a total of 120,000 taels of silver.

"Master, are these goods going to be distributed now?"

Qian Yunqing asked cautiously.

"Not urgent."

Qian Yingjun said firmly, "Let some people try on this batch of fabrics first to see which ones work best and which ones don't."

He had his own calculations in mind; this considerable expense would eventually have to be earned back from the Sanbao Dyeing Workshop.

Once the other party collapses, the precious secret recipe for dyeing cloth will fall into the hands of their Qian family. At that time, the Qian family's business will not only be limited to this place, but is expected to expand to the capital, and even establish relations with the royal family.

After receiving the order, Qian Yunqing went out and bought back a few slaves without saying a word. He had them try on the fabrics day and night and undergo regular inspections.

Although these slaves were trembling with fear at first, fearing that they would be punished if they were not careful, as time went on, they found that not only did they have enough food and drink, but their living conditions were also gradually improving.

Although they lost their freedom in the hut and were wrapped in cloth every day, their lives were surprisingly comfortable and they gradually got used to this kind of life.

A few days later, Qian Yunqing came to the stable and asked the guard about the situation: "What's going on? Is there anything unusual?"

"Everything is normal, there is nothing wrong."

The guard told the truth.

Qian Yunqing frowned when he heard this: "Open the door and let me see it myself."

For three consecutive days, no one showed signs of poisoning. Are these three batches of fabrics safe?

There is a strong demand for this cloth in the market nowadays, but unfortunately most of it has been sent to the capital and the remote northwest, and there is very little left locally. Apart from the three batches in their hands, there is only a small amount of goods occasionally flowing out of the Sanbao Dyeing Workshop.

He thought to himself that as long as he could determine which batch had problems, he would act quickly. When the situation escalated, someone would naturally point the finger at Sanbao Dyeing Factory.

As for those fabrics that have been proven to be non-toxic, reselling them to other fabric shops at high prices is undoubtedly a great business opportunity.

But time seemed to be deliberately slowing down, and the result they had been eagerly expecting had yet to appear, causing ripples of uneasiness in their hearts. Everyone was cautious, not daring to take any action without authorization, for fear of alerting the enemy.