Chapter: 110

Ah Qiang hesitated: "This... I'm afraid it's not appropriate. The young master said that only he and Miss Hua Chao can retrieve the account book."

Xun Zhiyin frowned: "What? You can't even look at the official? Are you listening to the son or Shang Yin?"

"It must be listening to Shang Yin!"

Ah Qiang sighed: "My lord! Don't embarrass me, this bookstore is indeed a master's word, but after all, Miss Hua Chao is also here..."

"Okay! I don't blame you either."

Xun Zhiyin dispelled this idea, he could use Shang Yin to suppress his buddies, but he dared not be rude to Hua Chao, and hearing him say that Ying Wuji had the final say in the bookstore, he felt more at ease.

Moreover, he said that he would listen to Shang Yin's words, and even more so, his guess was not wrong,

But he still looked at Aqiang: "You have been working here for a long time, tell me how much you have earned!"

Ah Qiang looked around, pulled Xun Zhiyin into the corner, stretched out a finger, and said in a low voice, "To tell you the truth, at least three hundred taels a day!"

Three hundred taels, one day!

Wouldn't it cost nine thousand taels a month?

This, this, this!

With a monthly income of nearly 10,000 taels, which industry in Qianguo can reach this level?

"Good! Good! Good!"

Xun Zhiyin was overjoyed.

Ah Qiang said more and more: "Not only! Last time I heard the son say by chance that the production line has not been released yet. When we become famous in the future, all countries will come to us to wholesale books. It is not impossible to double the volume by then. !"

ten times!

Isn't that one hundred thousand taels a month?

Xun Zhiyin became short of breath.

"only……"

Ah Qiang hesitated.

Xun Zhiyin frowned and urged, "Just what?"

"I said, don't be angry, my lord!"

"Say it!"

A Qiang sighed softly: "It's just a pity, young master. I often see him drowning his sorrows with wine, saying that it's a pity that he is full of talents, but he can only stay here as a lowly businessman. The credit is all due to Master Xun. He is dissatisfied. I want to grab Shangyin, but I have no way to go to heaven and nowhere to go."

Xun Zhiyin only felt as if something was pulling the corner of his mouth, making it go up crazily.

But he felt that he couldn't act like a villain, after all, he was not a villain.

Then he put on an indifferent look: "My son is of noble birth, how can he engage in mere lowly merchants, and it will be laughed at when he is passed back to the Qian Kingdom. The son is here, he is the god of Zhenhai in Qianli, and the mere business is still handled by me. Take it for the young master!"

Xun Zhiyin looked fearless, walked around the bookstore with his hands behind his back, sympathized with the staff, and left humming a little tune. The more talented Ying Wuji is, the more credit he has for suppressing him.

The situation here, he has passed back to the Qian Kingdom through the secret method.