Forty-one thousand kilograms of raw silk, a total of 123,000 taels of silver were sold.

Among them, Xuelang participated in the distribution of 30,000 kilograms of silk that he later ate. 30,000 kilograms of silk were sold for 90,000 taels, and the net profit was 60,000 after leaving the cost. According to the agreement, Xuelang could get half of the profit, that is, 30,000 taels.

With the 20,000 taels of return, Xuelang actually made up enough 50,000 taels.

The three of them came to the Wanyuan headquarters in Hubu Lane and transferred a total of 50,000 taels of tickets to his name.

Holding the stack of large sums of tickets in hand, Xuelang felt a strong sense of unreality. In less than half a month, his 20,000 taels of silver had more than doubled!

He actually collected a total of 50,000 taels before the end of the month!

"This must be the Buddha's arrangement." Monks can easily find reasons. When they think about this, they feel at ease immediately.

"It's obviously the money that the young master made for you, but you monk thanked the Buddha." Tang Youde grinned.

"Why would I go to see Donor Zhao if it was not the Buddha's guidance?" Xue Lang blinked and clasped his hands together and said, "Donor Zhao has a deep wisdom and has a great fate with my Buddhism."

"Stop coming, I haven't married yet." Zhao Hao glanced at him. He was in a good mood today and didn't care about verbal battles. So he and Tang Youde returned to the counter to receive his share.

He and Tang Youde agreed to share the income equally, so both of them made a profit of 29,000 taels. With the returned principal of 5,000 taels, Zhao Hao received 34,000 taels transferred from Tang Youde;

He only took two thousand taels to redeem the farmland and daily expenses. The remaining 32,000 taels of money were ordered to deposit all the Chaofeng into the account.

Thinking that in a few days, it will be the day when Wei Jixian will be divided at the end of the month, and there will be more than 800 taels of cash on hand. Zhao Hao put away the tickets with satisfaction and narrowed his eyes happily.

‘The days of lack of money are finally gone forever, and I no longer have to make careful calculations…’

After the stolen goods were divided, Xuelang thanked Zhao Hao again, and then took the carriage and went back to Dabaoen Temple leisurely.

Tang Youde looked at Zhao Hao reluctantly, and smiled and said, "Young Master, Lao Tang will be with you in the future. If you have any good things, don't forget me, Lao Tang."

Tang Youde paid a total of 10,000 taels this time and earned another 29,000 taels, but he generously took on all the transaction fees, and finally the remaining 36,000 taels in his account... made his net worth quadruple!

Now, he can finally barely claim to be a wealthy businessman in Jinling.

What made him care more about than making money was that he could actually become Zhao Hao's original partner, witness and help him complete a mythical business operation.

This is a great man who can brag for the rest of his life! Mr. Zhao is even more a noble person he must flatter!

"Haha, Boss Tang is too dedicated. Let's take a break for two days first and count the money." Zhao Hao stretched and got on the carriageway: "I'm so tired, I'm back."

I don’t know where he is tired?

However, Tang Youde ignored the eyes of others, waved his hand to the carriage and said loudly: "Young master has a good rest, you must take care of your health..."

After noon, Xuelang returned to Dabaoen Temple.

He was going back to the monastery to change into a lower-key monk's robe and go to the Buddha's golden statue to report this great news.

But who knew that as soon as I entered the courtyard where I lived, I saw several warriors in strong clothes standing outside my monastery.

Xue Lang frowned slightly, and the little novice monk who was guarding the house hurried over and whispered: "Young Master Hua is here."

"Oh?" Xue Lang showed a relieved expression. While walking into the monastery, he smiled and said: "Who is such a big show? It turns out that it is the grandfather of Master Hua's son coming!"

In the monastery, a graceful noble man wearing a blue robe with dark patterns of hibiscus flowers and wearing a jade hairpin with mutton fat on his head was shaking an ivory folding fan and tilting his head to admire the picture of the jade girl playing the flute.

Hearing Xuelang's voice, he turned around and his handsome face was full of the frivolous young man's frivolity.

"Okay, Xuelang, you are not good at being a serious monk, but you have done a kidnapping." Mr. Hua pointed at Xuelang with a folding fan with a smile, and his tone of injustice was not very serious.

"Don't speak nonsense at the feet of this Buddha." Xue Lang clasped his hands together and asked with a smile: "Are you drinking Longjing or Zisan?"

"Drink purple bamboo shoots. Do you know if you have caused a big trouble?" Mr. Hua sat down on the side of the long case.

Xue Lang sat behind the long desk, and while skillfully boiling water and making tea, he asked with a smile: "Is it Wu Yang's business?"

"What else can I do?" Mr. Hua glared at him with anger and said, "My father-in-law returned to Taicang from the capital. He was very happy that his nephew, who had high hopes, actually ran to Nanjing and became a teacher of a 14 or 15-year-old boy. His father-in-law almost turned his back. Where did you let him, the leader of the literary world, put his face?"

"I can't blame this for the poor monk." Xue Lang heard the sound of water in the steamer for seven or eight minutes, and waved his hand and asked the little shark monk to take away the small charcoal basin under the steamer. "He came to me by himself, but he didn't say he was going to become a disciple."

"If you don't write a letter, can he be hooked to Nanjing?" Mr. Hua said indignantly.

"Have you read that letter? How about it? Zhao Shuzhu's poems are the best in the world, right?" Xue Lang looked at Mr. Hua while brewing tea, hoping to get his recognition.

"What letter? Brother Sixth is not leaving at all, where can I go to see it?" Mr. Hua took the teacup in anger, gently swiped the foam with the lid of the cup, sniffed it deeply, and praised: "Good tea!"

"No wonder." Xue Lang smiled suddenly and said, "Then do you want to take a look?"

"I don't want to see it now!" Mr. Hua took a sip of tea and said, "My father-in-law ordered me to tie my sixth brother back. I'm here to do this, and I don't want to know anything else."

"You donor Hua, you, have become more and more vulgar since you got married." Xue Lang said depressedly: "It's not what Master Hua ordered. Your father-in-law said it just so much, why take it so seriously?"

"You, you know I..." Young Master Hua's face turned red, as if he had something to say, but he was really embarrassed to say it. Finally, he said embarrassedly: "If my father ordered it, I would ignore it."

"Okay, the place will tell you." Xue Lang was so entangled by him that he had no choice but to pick up his pen and write an address, hand it to Mr. Hua and said, "This is Mr. Zhao's home. You must be polite if you go there, as he will not be able to meet him."

"I'll go find my sixth brother and ignore him!" Mr. Hua sneered, took the address and looked more and more funny: "Can there be a powerful person living in Caijia Lane? My sixth brother doesn't dislike it."

"Hehe, you'll know when you go." A bad smile flashed across Xue Lang's mouth.

In that room, Zhao Hao also returned to Caijia Lane. After receiving silver as usual, he sent off a group of strong men. Only then did he, accompanied by Gao Wu, enter his alley.

Two large sedan chairs were parked in the alley, and the umbrella man in a red suit was squatting under the wall to escape the summer heat.

‘Who is the old brother’s grandson in the same year?’ Zhao Hao pressed the surprise in his heart, passed the sedan chair servants, and returned to his yard.

But I saw two unexpected guests coming together again.

"It's you two?" Zhao Hao was shocked.

It turned out to be the Imperial College Supervisor Zhou Jijiu and the Suzhou business gang leader Liu Yuanwai.

After the engagement failed that day, Zhao Hao hadn't seen them for several months. I'm afraid that the weasel would not be happy to wish the chicken a happy New Year!
Chapter completed!