Cheng Yaojin said unconvincedly: "Nephew, I can't understand. Why do you have to share the money you can earn by yourself?"

Li Mu asked without answering the question, saying, "Uncle, then tell me why should I tell you the idea of ​​the horse farm?"

“…”

Seeing that Cheng Yaojin couldn't answer, Li Mu sighed and said, "Uncle, the most important thing in doing business is not to make money, but to master the 'right to speak'. As long as you have the right to speak, when you want to make money, the money will naturally come. If you are the only one doing an industry, then everyone who wants to enter this industry is your enemy. Even His Majesty, he cannot put all the money into his own treasury, right? If we want Marseille to become a long-term business, we should not think about the benefits in front of us, but to look at the long-term. It is like baking a cake, and we must first make the cake bigger..."

Cheng Yaojin understood a little and said, "Then we eat the biggest piece!"

Li Mu corrected: "No, we want to make the people who divide the cake. If you want to eat bigger, you will be bigger. If you want to eat smaller, you will be smaller. Do you understand?"

Cheng Yaojin still had a slight understanding, and Li Mu no longer explained. It doesn’t matter whether he could understand it or not, just do it according to his arrangement. As for the person who distributes the cake, it can only be himself.

Li Mu asked Cheng Qian to bring paper and pen and ordered: "After this Marseille end, we must release the news and reveal the pure profits of these two Marseille times. There is also something about His Majesty being a member. We must also vaguely reveal it, but don't disclose it too much, so that it is best to make it difficult to figure it out. The focus is on the Cheng family intends to cooperate with others. As for how to divide the accounts, don't mention a word first, let them guess."

Li Mu said while recording Cheng Qian. He took a look and recorded the record. He said, "Okay, let's just do these things for now. If we do it, let's think about the next step." He turned around and thought of something suddenly. He turned around and said, "The leaflets for Marseille are almost printed. I will send someone to my house to pick them up tomorrow."

Cheng Yaojin pulled his neck and shouted: "Boy, if you come or not on the day of the game, I will reserve a seat for you. If I don't come, I will give the ticket to someone!"

Li Mu didn't look back, raised his hand and waved it, saying, "Don't leave me a ticket, I don't have time!"

Cheng Qian asked curiously: "Master, the Marquis said he doesn't have time...what does he do every day, so busy?"

Cheng Yaojin probably guessed something, it should be for the opening of the Heavenly World of the Supreme Emperor. When he spoke, he suddenly stopped, stared at Cheng Qian, and said, "Is it you supposed to ask? There's so much nonsense!"

Cheng Qian quickly said, "I know my mistakes, but I am too talkative."

Cheng Yaojin looked at the paper in Cheng Qian's hand and said, "Do you remember everything you want to do?"

"I remember it all."

Cheng Yaojin took a deep breath and said, "It's still not possible. The fat water will not flow to outsiders' fields. Isn't it just Luoyang? Don't look for others. Send someone to tell your younger brother and sister, and then say that the wife misses her and asks her to stay at home for another two days."

"You guys, let's make arrangements."

...

"Come on, Sier, don't be polite. Our Marquis' Mansion has enough food and drink. The Marquis never stingy. He gives you three meals a day and eats meat every noon. Look at the patches on your clothes, you rarely eat meat? Come on, uncle also gives you this..."

Zhao Youcai said, and handed over a few pieces of meat from the bowl to Li Tai.

When it was lunch, Zhao Youcai also ate with other servants in the mansion on weekdays. But today he had more Li Tai, so he told the chef, asked for an extra pair of dishes, served lunch, and took it to the doorman to share with Li Tai.

Li Tai held a big bowl with a face similar to his, and looked at the "gnocchi" and mutton in the bowl, and his feelings were very complicated. Prince, when did he eat such vulgar food? But in the face of Zhao Youcai's enthusiasm, he really couldn't say the word "not wanting to eat". Moreover, he did not forget that he played a poor student at this time. Just imagine, as a poor student, how could he not want to eat when he saw mutton?

But, do you really want to eat it?

Li Tai took a deep breath, leaned close to the bowl and smelled it. The heat smothered his eyes, and his small eyes squeezed, and tears flashed.

"Oh, why are you crying? You're eating it! This is the condition of our Marquis' Mansion. There's still something left in the kitchen. I stewed a whole sheep today. The big guy is not here, so everyone can't eat it. If you don't have enough food, the uncle will serve you later."

Li Tai thought to himself, uncle, you have such a good eye. How can you tell that I was moved and crying? I was clearly influenced by the smell of this mutton!

Zhao Youcai's urging kept ringing in his ears, and Li Tai had to pick up the chopsticks, open his mouth, and try to take a bite.

"Eat it big! Don't be restrained. If you get so fat, you must be a favorite person on weekdays. You can eat whatever you eat at home, and eat here?" Zhao Youcai made a move for him, and drank half a bowl of it, signaling Li Tai not to be polite, and also to eat as he did. Li Tai was almost crying. He was in elementary school and emphasized that he would not speak, sleep, and chew slowly. Being so fat is not because he likes to eat, and what can he do to absorb it? In addition, he hardly exercises, so he gains weight.

Letting him eat like Zhao Youcai is even more uncomfortable than killing him. But at this time he has been forced to this point. Unless he wants to give up his identity as a "poor student", he can only eat.

For the four algorithms, I've tried it!

Li Tai felt so heartbroken that he started eating with a bowl of sniffles. It was strange that he smelled a bit of mutton just now. After eating such sniffles, he really didn't feel obvious. And I wonder if I was hungry, this gnocchi soup tasted very delicious. I swallowed it in a few bites and felt like I couldn't stop.

Seeing that he was having fun, Zhao Youcai laughed. At this time, a knocking sounded at the door. Zhao Youcai did not dare to be negligent, so he wiped his mouth and stood up to open the door. Li Tai also looked out. He thought it was Li Mu who was back and he wanted to become a disciple.

The door opened, but it was not Li Mu. Li Tai saw the person clearly and hurriedly squatted down with the bowl in his arms.

"Li Chunfeng, the autumn officer of the Imperial Heaven Supervision, is here to pay a visit to Zhulu Hou. Please inform me."

"It turned out to be Li Qiuguan, who has long been famous. The Marquis is not in the mansion now. If Qiuguan has any urgent matters, he can wait in the lobby."

"It turns out that I'm not in the mansion..." Li Chunfeng thought for a while and said, "Okay, then I'll bother you. Please ask the concierge to lead the way."

"Please, Li Qiu," Zhao Youcai asked Li Chunfeng to come in, closed the door, and led him to the lobby. Li Tai walked away as he listened to the footsteps, then stood up, his ankles were numb and he could barely stand firmly against the wall.

At this time, a large bowl of dumpling soup had been eaten by him. Li Tai put down the bowl and moved his ankles, thinking that it was so dangerous. He should have thought of it long ago. Li Chunfeng would definitely come to ask for advice if he solved the big things about Baiji. Fortunately, he was not discovered, otherwise the prince would pretend to be a poor family. If it was spread, it would have lost all the royal face.

I can't stay today, so I'd better come again tomorrow! Li Tai made up his mind and wanted to slip away. But as soon as he walked to the door, he remembered that Zhao Youcai was so kind to him, and he felt that if he left like this, he seemed a little ashamed of him. After hesitating for a moment, Li Tai took out a purse from his arms, took out two gold leaves, and put it on the table. Although he was a fat man, he was not a fool with no knowledge. He still knew that he had to bring money when he went out. But he had no money, and it was too heavy to bring silver and copper coins, so he brought all gold leaves, with only ten pieces in total, each weighing about one cent, which was equivalent to the value of the usual money.

I ate a bowl of dumpling soup and received a reward of two jin of money.

After the arrangement was made, Li Tai packed his purse, stepped back to the door of the door, and tightly tidied his legs and ran to the gate.

Just as he was about to open the door bolt and go out, suddenly the neighing sound of horses came from the door. Li Tai was shocked. Before he could react, he heard someone shouting in a urn: "Old man Zhao, the door is open, the Marquis is back!"

Zhulu Hou is back!

Li Tai was delighted and quickly pulled out the door bolt and opened it.

"Are you Zhulu Hou?" Li Tai said excitedly at Li Chongyi who was like a hill. At the beginning, the voice of the words was quite excited, but after seeing them clearly, the words behind them became a little weak. This was the first time Li Tai saw such a strong person, and he was already fat enough. But in front of Li Chongyi, he immediately looked much slimmer. Especially Li Chongyi was still looking down at him immediately, and a sense of oppression arose, which made him nervous involuntarily.

Li Mu had just got off the horse and heard Li Tai's voice. He walked over to look at him. Seeing that he was dressed in precious clothes, he was patched. He was young and fat, and felt something was wrong.

Later generations believed that the Tang people regarded fat as beauty, and the portraits of later generations were all very rich, so they thought that the Tang people were all very fat. But in fact, fat as beauty was because there were few fat people and things were rare as precious. The portraits were because the people who could pass on the portraits were either rich or noble, and they had the chance to get fat. Most people, let alone fat, were not skinny and had a good life.

It is obviously unusual to be fat like Li Tai. It can be seen from the silk on his body that this kid is very rich. But he also applied a patch like a bell, which shows one thing: either the fat man’s head is stubborn, or he is an otaku who doesn’t usually come out to walk around. Looking at Li Tai’s image, Li Mu prefers the latter.

Li Mu pressed the suspicion in his heart and asked, "I am Li Mu, the Marquis of Zhulu. Who are you? How could you be in my mansion? Old Zhao?"
Chapter completed!