Li Yun's smile remained unchanged, and suddenly reached out to the servant to block it, and said leisurely: "There is no tea, let's not talk about polite words. As the saying goes, business, those who open a store cannot chase customers out. This father-in-law, we are here to buy goods, not to play. Although we young people have been going on for a long time, we don't have so much spare time to waste our time."

There is something in these words. Li Yun is hinting to the other party, "Don't think you are from the Cui family of Qinghe, I don't care whether you are relying on your seniority or not. You just looked down on us two young people, so don't blame me for slapping you in the face."

What a character, the old shopkeeper, I heard the counterattack in Li Yun's words in the blink of an eye.

This old man was able to take charge of the Cui family's commercial store in Qinghe, so he was naturally a person with a sleek and smooth manner. Just as Li Yun finished speaking, the old man nodded slightly, smiled and nodded in praise: "The young man's words are sharp, haha, it's so good. Xiao Cheng'er can make good friends like you, the little old man is really happy for the Cheng family."

Suddenly he turned his head and scolded the servant again, saying, "Why are you still standing there? Make tea, serve good tea..."

This time, "selling tea" has become "selling good tea".

This is the respect earned.

...

The smile on Li Yun's face remained unchanged. Suddenly, he reached out to the servant again and said, "Good tea is spared. You have to have leisure time when tasting tea. The matter has not been completed now, even if the dragon liver and phoenix marrow are eaten, it will not taste right."

The old shopkeeper's eyes slightly, he looked at Li Yun up and down for a long time again, and suddenly smiled and said, "It seems that the business is really coming. The two guests are for fun."

Li Yun's face turned right and his expression became solemn. He slowly raised his palm and popped up a finger and said, "The first item is a rope, temporarily ordered two hundred plates. The specifications must be as thick as a small tail finger. The materials should not be made of hemp, but they must be made of thread."

The old shopkeeper narrowed his eyes slightly and tentatively said, "It's actually necessary to have a rope. Two hundred plates are not a small number. I don't know what kind of goods you want to tie up, but buying hemp ropes is also very durable."

This really really treats Li Yun as a buyer, and begins to give suggestions to buyers. In ancient times, the industry was underdeveloped and it was extremely difficult to produce ropes, so hemp ropes are usually used for ropes because the price of ropes is relatively expensive.

There is not much difference between one and two plates, but if you buy a total of two hundred plates at once, the price difference between them is too high. The old shopkeeper is sincerely giving advice.

But Li Yun shook his head and explained: "To be honest, we need to organize hand-made fishing. Fishing requires a fishing net, and a rope must be used to serve as a rope for the fishing net..."

The old shopkeeper thoughtfully and pondered: "After you say this, I understand that although the hemp rope is also durable, it cannot bear to soak it in dampness. Otherwise, it will rot in less than a few days. It is really unbearable to use it as a rope for fishing nets."

Li Yun bowed his hand and said with a compliment, "It is said that the old man is a treasure, and he has a thorough understanding of the world and has all his experience. Although you have never been a fisherman, you can even know the principles of fishery. As soon as I said it, you understood."

The old shopkeeper reached out to take the paper and pen, first wrote the five words "Two Hundred Ropes" on it, and then blew the ink marks slightly with his mouth. Then he looked up and looked at Li Yun again and asked, "What else do you want?"

Li Yun glanced at it and saw that the font on the paper was very strong. He couldn't help but compliment again and said sincerely: "I'm afraid my father-in-law has to work hard for decades."

The old shopkeeper laughed and waved his hands repeatedly, "It's not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning. There are many scholars in the clan, and there are also great sages. I'm just enough to be a shopkeeper."

This was originally a self-righteous word, but there was a fool Cheng Chumo standing next to him. The guy nodded when he heard this and said directly: "This is right. There are too many talented people in the Cui family in Qinghe. You don't think you are good at writing, so you can only be a shopkeeper."

The old shopkeeper's face was longer than a donkey.

Cheng Chumo was not aware of offending people, and hummed and said, "My mother is so good at writing, so are my two uncles, so they are the direct descendants, and you are just a side branch... I just figured out why you looked familiar with you. It turned out that you came to my house to pay homage to my mother last year. I remember my mother asked me to call you uncle, but later told me that you were an uncle who was completely unmatched."

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Some idiots are good at chatting to death.

The old shopkeeper's face was flushed and his chest was obviously undulating.

...

Li Yun was also embarrassed. It took him a long time to hold back his heart that wanted to beat Cheng Chumo. When he saw the old shopkeeper's face turned blue, he didn't care about flattering others anymore. He said directly: "Silk thread, silk thread for knitting fishing nets. This father-in-law, in addition to ropes, we also need to buy silk threads. Specifically, we need to weave at least a thousand fishing nets, so the total amount of silk thread needed has to be calculated..."

"I can't count!" The old shopkeeper turned his head stubbornly, obviously still sulking.

Cheng Chumo was unhappy and stared at the side and shouted, "You can't be considered a shopkeeper? Are you afraid of losing the Qinghe Cui family? Everyone said I was ignorant, but I didn't expect you were ignorant. They all said that my nephew followed my uncle, and it turned out that the root of it lies with you."

The old shopkeeper finally became furious and said with a erotic look: "No matter how I say it is, it is your uncle. Is there anyone who treats your uncle like this?"

Cheng Chumo turned his eyes and said indifferently: "You are not a kiss."

"The side department is also qualified to kill you!"

The old man was so angry that he jumped up and was about to beat Cheng Chumo.

Cheng Chumo was not going to take this trick of him, and he suddenly said, "Oh, you still want to do it? OK, don't blame me for bullying you. Let's make an appointment for a time and place to fight alone at the gate of Chang'an City..."

The old shopkeeper was so angry that he trembled and glared at him: "I am almost sixty years old this year. Are you going to fight me one by one?"

Cheng Chumo hummed and said disdainfully: "What can this be? I learned from my father. There is an old man Kong Yingda in the court. He is almost eighty years old this year. My father is still looking for trouble every day, clamoring to find that old man to fight one-on-one. You are less than 60 years old, and you are far worse than Kong Yingda."

"Birds of a feather, birds of a feather!"

The old shopkeeper was so angry that his forehead was smoking, and he pointed at Cheng Chumo and shivered all over.

Cheng Chumo flipped his eyes and sneered at him.

Li Yun smiled helplessly, but could only come forward to comfort him. He advised him with kind words for a long time, and slowly straightened out the old man's temper.

Finally, after much persuasion, the old shopkeeper barely helped to calculate the number.

The ropes and threads are temporarily intact.

Next, let’s talk about a thousand small iron pots.

In ancient times, the iron industry was not dazed. Iron pots were much more expensive than ropes and wires. They involved a total of a thousand iron pots. Even if they were placed in small families, it was a big sum.

Li Yun was very suspicious. As long as he said the word "deserve of credit", the old shopkeeper would be able to be blown up. Today it seems that he was destined to be smashed and robbed.

It’s all because of the damn Cheng Chumo who always talks to the sky to death.

This guy has to be scooped when he goes back.
Chapter completed!