"These people are crazy?"

"Two million taels? Just throw a Cuju competition?"

"What's the picture?"

"Picture name."

Wang replied, "Now Uniqlo is a symbol of status in our circle."

"If you invest in Cuju, you can become a senior member of Uniqlo."

"I can get a collection of their latest designs, tailored styles every year."

“One is a perfect symbol of status.”

"People like us are unyielding, who would like to surrender to others in this regard?"

"What's more, their clothes are indeed unique."

"Whether in workmanship or style, they are far superior to the clothes produced by the ready-to-wear bureau and other tailor shops on the market."

"It's not the same order of magnitude at all. It can be said that you can only buy such beautiful clothes in Uniqlo."

"I……"

Geng Youwen kept shook his head, "It's unbelievable, it's unbelievable."

"and."

Mrs. Wang changed the subject, "My boss said that this time, he will invite Wangjing Cuju Hall and famous Cuju futures from all over the country to endorse the future."

"The so-called endorsement is to help the event stand, speak, and act as an image role model for the event."

"And they will also join forces with Tianming Fang to open a game, and everyone can guess the results of the competition."

"At the same time, Jucheng will be opened, and tens of thousands of seats will be built on the viewing platform, and ticket sales will be opened. As long as you purchase tickets, anyone can enter the venue to watch."

"Not only that, he will also find ways to generate corresponding value for some facilities in Jucheng."

"Think about it, what will happen then?"

"Then, as investors, we can get dividends from the event at that time."

"The boss promised to make a profit."

Mrs. Wang talked happily.

Geng Youwen was completely confused.

He shook his head blankly, "Host's master, boss~"

"He promised you to make money, and you will definitely make money?"

"This is half a million!"

"Old Geng, don't question it. This is not simple for the boss. He said he could make money, so I believe it."

"ah?"

Geng Youwen blinked his eyes and suddenly said with some grievance, "Why don't you believe what Old Geng said?"

"Get out."

When Sister Wang heard this, she suddenly glared at her eyes, reached out and grabbed Geng Youwen's ear, and said viciously: "If you are half as smart as him, I believe you."

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts so much."

Geng Youwen shouted in distorted face.

Mrs. Wang twisted it hard for a while before letting go, no longer talking about Cuju and Uniqlo with him, but said in a deep voice: "Since we have all talked about this today."

"Then I will just say a few more words."

"No, it should be said that he made a statement directly."

Wang stared at Geng Youwen and said word by word: "Didn't you say that Your Majesty is going to build a money house?"

"When that money bank was created, no matter what business it was, we went in and became his first customer."

"Do you understand?"

"ah?"

Geng Youwen continued to shake his head in confusion, "I don't understand."

"Ah, it's really a mess that can't be supported by the wall. How did I like you?"

"I'm too lazy to explain to you, so I do what I said. Just like that, I'm sleepy and went to bed."

Wang rolled his eyes and asked his servant to turn around and leave with his new clothes, and returned to the bedroom and fell asleep.

The next day.

Ministry of Rites.

Geng Youwen sat in the desk room reviewing the documents.

After a while, the supervisor sent by Chen Zhen, the former Feiyun Cavalry, now the commander of the Dingzhong Army, would come to supervise the approval matter in person.

He was still hesitating whether to do it according to Chen Xiao’s wishes or Chen Zhen and Wang’s wishes.

To be honest, Geng Youwen has never been so confused in his life.

He sat in the position of Shangshu for so long, and had never seen any storms, but the current situation really made him feel a little confused.

"What do you know about that stupid girl? She dares to point fingers at me."

“Long hair, short knowledge.”

"If you asked me to do this, I won't do it. Oh, it's just a play."

Geng Youwen's expression became arrogant.

After a moment.

A handsome middle-aged general with a well-proportioned figure and starry eyes came with him.

This person is Zhongping.

"Shangshu Geng, don't be fine."

As soon as he entered the room, Zhongping bowed and said hello.

Geng Youwen stood up with a smile and bowed, "General Zhong is bringing Shangfang sword to greet Geng?"

"Ha ha."

Zhongping laughed, "Shangshu's words are wrong. He has just followed the sage order and worked together."

"A mere document is nothing more than a matter of the words of Lord Shangshu."

"Zhongmou will take a break here for a while. After Lord Shangshu has drafted the document, Zhongmou will immediately forward it to the Ministry of War."

“Ah~”

After listening, Geng Youwen began to ponder.

"General Zhong doesn't know anything."

His face was full of embarrassment.

"I'm afraid there is no way to proceed for the moment."

“Why?”

Zhongping asked strangely.

“That’s right.”

Geng Youwen sighed, "The business has been heavy recently."

"Not only is there a grand ceremony for ancestor worship being prepared, but also new palm prints are being processed and processed, and there are a lot of other trivial matters."

"I really have no intention of taking care of myself and can't get a hand."

Geng Youwen sighed.

The smile on Zhongping's face slowly disappeared, "Is Shangshu Geng preparing to shirk responsibility with this general?"

"ah?"

Geng Youwen was suddenly shocked and grinned in embarrassment, "What did General Zhong say?"

"Where can we call shirk responsibility?"

"Geng just told the truth, there is really nothing we can do."

Geng Youwen looked sad, "General Zhong, do you judge the reason? Is this Majesty's ancestor worship ceremony important? Is it more important to compete in Cuju? Is it more important to make new palm prints in each department? Or is it more important to make this competition?"

"You have to understand Geng's difficulties."

"Stop shirking my responsibility and slap these sloppy."

Zhongping pulled out Shangfang's sword from his waist and put it on Geng Youwen's neck without saying a word. His eyes seemed so sharp that it could easily pierce his heart. He felt a sense of pressure falling from the sky, making him breathless.
To be continued...