Don’t Show the Son

The golden hairpin that the imperial concubine gave was still taken away by Lingyin.

Lin Xiu didn't know her sister before, and she was given the hairpin just to repay her kindness. As for how she would deal with it, that was her business.

Once again, she walked with Lingyin for half an hour before returning to Lin's house. Lin Xiu secretly decided to ask Dali to buy a carriage tomorrow. The time spent on the road every day is too long, and there are too many things to do in half an hour.

At noon the next day, after lunch, Lin Xiu and Sun Dali went out together.

Sun Dali took the money and went to the car dealership, while Lin Xiu came to the Yueyue Tower.

Now the level of strength in his body is not comparable to that of a few days ago. After making fifty barrels of ice, he can already blush and breathe, even making another fifty barrels is not difficult.

However, Lin Xiu also knows that rare things are more valuable. If he made more ice every day, he would not be able to sell at the current price. I don't know how much money I made.

There is no doubt that their profit is more than Lin Xiu's three hundred taels. This hot weather has been rare for decades, and the big restaurants in the capital are no longer open, and all the customers are concentrated here. Lin Xiu never saw the smile disappear from the shopkeeper's face.

After being busy for a while, Lin Xiu felt that she was stealing money when another three hundred taels came in.

Walking out of Zhaiyue Tower with the reward, Lin Xiu suddenly felt dark in front of her eyes.

It wasn't that it was dark, but that there were two strong figures standing in front of him. The two strong men were at least two meters tall, and their exposed muscles were bulging, giving people a full sense of oppression.

Faced with two strong men blocking the way, Lin Xiu didn't panic at all.

After all, although his strength is not as perverted as Sun Dali's, it is also beyond the limit of what ordinary people can achieve. If he is serious about this kind of big guy who looks scary, he will only punch him one by one.

One of the two strong men looked down at Lin Xiu and said, "My son is here to invite you."

Lin Xiu asked, "Who is your son?"

The strong man said: "You will know when you go."

Lin Xiu shrugged and said indifferently, "Lead the way."

In broad daylight, he has nothing to fear. If he finds out that he is going to the wrong place, he can just not go with them. Lin Xiu wants to leave, but these two big men can't stop him.

There is still no clue about the culprit who assassinated her last time. Lin Xiu is very curious about the origin of the person looking for him this time.

He thought that the two of them would take him somewhere, but he didn't expect that they took Lin Xiu to a restaurant on the same street after walking less than a hundred steps.

When entering the restaurant, Lin Xiu raised her head and looked. It was a restaurant called "Tianxianglou". In terms of decoration, it was no worse than Zhaiyuelou. It was obviously a high-standard restaurant.

The difference is that in today's Zhaiyue Building, the private rooms are full, and there is not even a table in the lobby, but in Tianxiang Building, there is not a single guest.

After entering here, the two were more polite to Lin Xiu. They brought him to a private room on the second floor, stretched out their hands and said, "My son is inside, please."

Lin Xiu pushed the door open and entered, and what she saw was a table full of wine and vegetables.

Every dish on this table is a delicacy. I am afraid that the price of any one dish can make Lin Xiu eat wontons for several years, and it is the kind that can be eaten every day.

Across the table sat a young man.

The weather outside was already hot, and the room was extremely hot and stuffy. The young man was sweating profusely just sitting there, his clothes were wet against his body, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead from time to time.

The moment Lin Xiu walked in, what followed was a burst of coolness.

The young man's hair stood on end, and he couldn't help shivering. He felt a refreshing feeling from the inside out.

He stood up abruptly, staring straight at Lin Xiu, and said, "Sure enough, you are the one who provided ice cubes for the Yueyue Building these days, right?"

Lin Xiu didn't deny it, and asked straight to the point: "Who are you and what do you want from me?"

With a smile on his face, the young man stretched out his hand to Lin Xiu, and said, "Sit down and tell me, I'm holding a banquet here today just to make friends with Xiongtai."

Lin Xiu didn't sit down, and asked directly: "What's the matter, just tell me."

"happy!"

The young man didn't beat around the bush, and said, "I want Xiongtai to provide ice for our Tianxiang Building. I will give you twice as much as the Yueyue Building gave you."

Lin Xiu had expected what happened today.

Every summer, selling ice is a lucrative industry. This year, due to special reasons, he is the only one who can provide ice sources in the entire capital. Because of his cooperative relationship with Moon Building, apart from the palace, Moon Building has monopolized the entire All the ice in the capital.

This also allowed them to attract all the customers in the capital, which involved a huge profit chain. How could other restaurants, brothels and other shops that competed with them watch?

Obviously, someone was jealous.

Lin Xiu smiled slightly and said, "A bucket of ice is five taels."

He had a contract with Zhaiyuelou, and Zhaiyuelou agreed to a price of five taels of silver for a bucket of ice, on the premise that Lin Xiu could not make ice for shops that competed with them, unless the other party was willing to pay a higher price.

"Five taels, twice as much as ten taels?" The young man widened his eyes and blurted out, "Why don't you grab it!"

Lin Xiu looked at him and said, "It's the double price you said. You can go and ask. The price given to me by Zhaiyuelou is five taels a barrel."

The young man frowned. In previous years, the price of a bucket of ice was only one tael. He originally thought that two, two, three taels would be enough, but he didn't expect it to be so expensive. Earn, but who doesn't want to save costs?

What's more, he was only following orders.

Thinking of this, he smiled again, and said, "Ten taels of silver is a bit expensive, how about this, I'll give you two taels of silver for a bucket..."

Lin Xiu looked at the young man in front of him and asked seriously, "Do I look like I can't count?"

The young man said with a half-smile: "In the past, a bucket of ice was sold for at most one tael of silver, and two taels of silver for you is quite a lot. Brother, you may not know that Tianxianglou is the property of the Yongping Hou Mansion. I know you He is Uncle Ping'an's son, so he must know Marquis Yongping..."

Of course Linxiu, Marquis of Yongping, knew that one of the three first-class marquises in the current dynasty would be the first-class duke. Lin Xiu's future father-in-law, who gave birth to two such outstanding daughters, was only a first-class marquis. , and in terms of background and power, it is far from being able to compare with those families that have been in business for decades.

These dignitaries in the capital usually don’t do business directly, so they will be ridiculed by others, but almost all prominent families will secretly support some industries to satisfy their daily extravagant lives, so every king’s capital opens a colorful store , There are noble people behind it to support.

A shop with no background can't wait to make money, and it will be devoured by others without even the scum left.

This person even moved out Yongpinghou, obviously threatening him.

If the solicitation failed, it immediately changed to a threat.

What did you say that how much the Yueyue Tower pays, Tianxiang Tower is willing to pay double --- why do you pretend to be forced if you don't have money?

The other party has even investigated his own identity clearly. It seems that he really doesn't take a small third-class Uncle Ping'an seriously. Also, when he was a first-class prince in the dynasty, he was already a powerful person among the powerful. Among the powerful, Bi Yong Pinghou's status is still respected, only the ten princes and the royal family, in their eyes, the third-class uncle is no different from the common people.

But no matter how young the third-class uncle is, he is also a powerful person in the Great Xia. If Lin Xiu agrees to him today, the Uncle Ping'an's mansion will be disgraced.

At that time, what will his parents think of him, what will Lingyin think of him, what will Sun Dali think of him, and what will Dahuang think of him?

Even Lin Xiu herself would look down on herself.

The young man looked at Lin Xiu and continued, "You probably don't know that the master behind the Yueyue Building is the Consort's Mansion. What do you think is more important between the Concubine and the Marquis of Yongping?"

Although Daxia's son-in-law is noble, but has no real power, he is naturally far inferior to first-class princes. If Tianxianglou is really willing to pay double the price, Lin Xiu may not be unable to cooperate with them. After all, he will not make trouble with Yinzi .

But this person tried to use Yongping Hou to suppress him and force him to submit, but he made a wrong calculation.

If he bowed his head today, he would lose not only the face of the Lin family, but also the face of the Zhao family.

Lin Xiu's expression was calm, without showing any emotion, she said lightly: "It seems that there is no need to eat today's meal."

After speaking, he turned and left.

The two strong men wanted to stop him, but the young man waved his hand and said with a smile, "Let him go."

When Lin Xiu's figure disappeared, a mocking look appeared on his face, and he said, "He will come back and beg me. At that time, it will not be two taels, but two coins. No, there is no two coins..."

Soon, he stood up, went to the innermost private room on the second floor, knocked lightly on the door, pushed the door open, and said to a young man standing in front of the window: "Master, he refused .”

The man didn't look back, and asked lightly, "You know what to do, right?"

The young man said: "Since you don't eat the toast, you can only let him drink the fine wine..."

When the young man exited the room, the young man standing by the window turned around and walked to the table, and said in a low voice, "I hope you don't let me down like that trash Qin Cong..."