"Oh, Mr. Yan has something to say directly. If I can promise, I will never refuse." Wang Yue laughed.
Yan Longyuan laughed and said, "I need a lot of soy sauce and spiced spices."
Wang Yue saw Yan Longyuan, and he wanted to be the whole Liao seller? This is not a small amount, even more than that of the Great Song Dynasty. Wang Jiacun’s productivity is somewhat insufficient, but Wang Yue doesn’t want to develop any more. After all, Wang Jiacun is rich enough. If it really reaches the level of being as rich as an enemy, the court of the Great Song Dynasty is afraid that Shen Wansan is a portrayal of Wang Jiacun.
Wang Yue thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Yan, I produce a lot of soy sauce and spiced spices in Wang Jiacun. I can give you 10 thousand altars each month, and I don’t care how much you sell them and earn."
Ten thousand altars each? Yan Longyuan was very satisfied in his heart. He thought it would be good for him to take 5 thousand altars, but he didn’t expect it to be twice as much as he expected.
However, Yan Longyuan’s face is still a little wry and seems to be very dissatisfied. "Wang Cunchang, do you think you can give me a little more of the whole Liao Dynasty? This is not enough."
Although soy sauce and spiced seasoning can also be bought in Daliao, few nobles can enjoy it, but the roots of the poor can’t be bought
Ten thousand altars look like a lot, but they are scattered all over the Liao Dynasty, and no waves can be splashed.
Wang Yue shook his head and said, "This is the most I can do, and there will be no more."
Yan Longyuan said, "In that case, all right, but then let’s sign a contract. I’ll pay half the deposit first and then the other half when the goods arrive in a month."
Wang Yue nodded "Good"
After signing the contract, Yan Longyuan left with people.
……
A Bi said, "Wang Yue’s brother Yan Longyuan has a problem. He doesn’t look like a businessman, but rather like a high-ranking official. I feel the momentum of a person."
Wang Yue laughed. "I’m afraid this Yanlongyuan is not as simple as a businessman. His martial arts are not as simple as mine. I think the name Yanlongyuan is not his real name. A Bi ordered people to note this Yanlongyuan. I want to report it to me for the first time. If he threatens Wang Jiacun, I will kill him."
There is a cold light in Wang Yue’s eyes. No one can threaten Wang Jiacun and his family.
A Bi nodded. "Well, Brother Wang Yue can rest assured that I will let the noodle people do it."
……
Yan Longyuan returned to Suzhou City and the middle-aged man asked, "Sir, Wang Yue is just a teenager. Do you respect him like that?" And you haven’t asked him about the formula. "
Yan Longyuan looked dignified and said, "I didn’t expect Wang Yue’s martial arts to be even worse than what he said. He was stronger than Fuer. The old man wanted to suppress Wang Yue directly by force and then slowly questioned the formula of soy sauce and spiced seasoning, but when I saw Wang Yue, I found that I was not sure."
The middle-aged man was shocked. "What master can compare this Wang Yue martial arts with you? How is it possible that this Wang Yue is just a teenager? How can he have such strong martial arts? Even if you practice from the womb, you can’t have such an achievement. "
Yan Longyuan said, "You didn’t reach the master’s realm, and you didn’t feel the threat and strength of his body. This boxing was really amazing, and there was no fluctuation of the true qi. If I hadn’t made a breakthrough recently, I wouldn’t really see that Wang Yue was pregnant with peerless martial arts and had reached the master’s realm. It seems that if I want to get the formula, I have to find another way."
Yan Longyuan’s heart andao will get the formula, and then Wang Yue and others will be killed. The whole day of soy sauce and spiced seasoning trading will be in their own hands, and it will not be a problem to recruit when there is great wealth.
But these are the deepest secrets in his heart, even the most loyal middle-aged man, he didn’t tell them.
……
There is an abyss twenty miles outside the Wild Goose Gate.
A beautiful woman sat on the edge of a cliff and looked at Shan Lan in the distance.
This woman is Zhu, who has recovered from her injury.
"Joe, I know you will come here. I will wait for you if you don’t come one day. If you don’t come one year, I will wait for you for one year until you arrive."
Arjun’s heart andao
Now when Zhu wants to calm down, Qiao Feng’s burly figure will emerge in his mind. Zhu knows that he loves Qiao Feng.