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  A month has passed since Zhang was taken away by Song Jingang.

  Song old man formally became the boss of Zhang's pastry shop, every day he would arrive at the accounting room on time in the last few minutes before closing, to take out the daily operating profit.

  The original accountant was also dismissed by him and he took over as the accountant himself, in charge of finances.

  This way, he can also make a profit from the oil and water.

  He originally wanted to fire Xing Er and Huan Er as well, but later found that the store couldn't do without them, so he kept them on, only cutting their wages to less than half of what they were before.

  The staff gradually began to complain, and the quality of the dim sum products in Dim Sum House plummeted as they became more and more perfunctory in their work. Customer complaints increased, and sales continued to decline.

  The staff gradually began to complain and slack off, the quality of the dim sum products plummeted, customer complaints increased, and sales dwindled.

  Mr. Song scolded these people for not working hard every day, fired several skilled workers trained by Zhang's family with great effort, and casually recruited a few cheaper laborers to come in, resulting in the quality of the pastry shop's pastries getting worse and worse.

  Zhen Ming had not been to the store for a long time, and every day he ate and lived in the You Tun Wei General's Arsenal, as if he had forgotten that Zhang was taken away.

  He told Huan'er and Xing'er not to bother with Old Man Song, lest he go home and trouble Zhang Shi. Only then did Xing'er restrain herself from having a confrontation with Old Man Song.

  Two women wanted to quit, but Zhenming's bitter words made them endure a little longer, saying that this was the Zhang family's store and they would have to rely on it for survival when the Zhang family returned. Only then did Xing'er and Huan'er dispel their intention of quitting.

  That day when delivering food, Huan'er found Zhen Mingxu fiddling with a thin metal wire in a smelting room of the Armory Division.

  The clothes on his body were still the ones he wore a few days ago, and they were so dirty that they almost had an oily sheen.

  Huan'er placed the basket filled with steaming hot food next to him, and a pungent smell of stinky tofu mixed with salted vegetables wafted from his body. She leaned in close to her nose, took a sniff, and confirmed that it was indeed coming from him. She couldn't help but wrinkle her brow and cover her nose.

  "Zhen Gege, how many days haven't you taken a bath?"

  Zhen Ming's bitter expression changed as he raised his head and forced a smile: "Forgot... what's wrong?"

  Huan'er only then saw clearly his current appearance, with a full beard, eyes filled with bloodshot, hair disheveled, and on top of that, there were not a few copper filings stuck.

  "It smells to death! Can't you smell it yourself?" Huan'er covered her nose and retreated three or four meters away, scolding.

  Zhen Ming sighed and lowered his head to sniff at his armpits, "No way, there's no smell at all. Is your nose sick?"

  "Your nose is the one with the problem!"

  Zhen Ming smiled wryly and said: "Is it really that smelly? You say I'll go find your sister Zhang, can she be knocked unconscious and carried back?"

  Huan'er stared blankly at him for a while, then suddenly squatted down on the ground and burst into loud sobs.

  Zhen Ming was bitter and had a puzzled expression on his face. He counted on his fingers, and suddenly said: "The day has arrived, emotions are unstable."

  Huan'er stood up suddenly and turned to leave, with Zhenming shouting after him: "Remember to eat more milk candy, your mood will be much better."

  "Stinky rascal! Don't you ever dare speak to me again!" Huan'er shouted loudly and turned around to run away.

  ……

  Zhen Ming Ku looked at Huan Er's departing figure, a bitter smile on his face, and put down the bundle of yellow copper wire he had just tied up.

  There were already several bundles of such brass threads placed beside him.

  He stood up, patted off the dust on his body, took out the meal sent by Huan Er and ate with relish.

  After finishing dinner, he turned around and went out the door, to a bathhouse, took a bath, changed into clean clothes, hired a horse-drawn carriage, and told the driver: "Long Sun Clothing Store."

  The horse carriage stopped at the entrance of Zhangsun's clothing store. Zhen Ming got off the carriage and entered the store.

  There were several noblewomen selecting clothes and jewelry in the store, while Mr. Gao, the shopkeeper, was calculating accounts at the counter. He looked up to see Zhen Mingshu and smiled as he came out to greet him.

  "Long time no see, old man."

  Gao Shi Lian exclaimed in surprise: "What a rare guest! As soon as I went out today, I heard the magpie calling on the branch, guessing that there would be a noble guest arriving, but I didn't expect it to be you, Master Zhen. Please come in quickly!"

  "Hey old man, no need to be so polite, just call me poor soul, is Belle here?"

  "In the in the."

  Gao Shi Lian nodded repeatedly and led him into the guest hall, where he ordered a servant to bring over a cup of fine tea and also had someone go call Zhang Sun Bei Er.

  As soon as he sat down, Gao Shi Lian couldn't help but praise: "I heard Bei Er say that the Salt Gang was invincible, but unexpectedly they also had no way with you. Alone and unaccompanied, you charged into Luoyang City, which was heavily guarded, this heroic spirit is probably hard to match even for many hot-blooded men. Now, in such a short period of time, you've established a famous pastry shop that's renowned throughout Luoyang. I knew you were no ordinary person! Fortunately, you didn't open a clothing store, otherwise the Long Sun Clothing Store would probably have to close down."

  "Old Master Gao thinks highly of you now." Zhen Ming said with a humble and modest smile.

  Gao Shi Lian's eyes grew brighter, as if he had spotted a delicious prey, and after saying a few more words of praise, he suddenly asked out of nowhere: "What do you think of our family's Bei Er?"

  Zhen Ming thought for a moment and said: "Miss Bei is elegant in nature and beautiful in appearance, with both talent and looks being unparalleled, she is naturally the number one beauty under heaven."

  "What if I were to marry her off to you?"

  Just as the old man said this, a shrill and urgent cry came from the doorway: "Uncle!"

  Chang Sun Baili rushed in from outside the door, pulled up Gao Shilian, and pushed him towards the entrance.

  "This kid, I still have something to say to your poor brother, how can you be so disobedient!"

  "You don't understand, he's here to see me! What are you getting excited about!" Chang Sun Bei Er was so anxious that her pretty face turned slightly red, and she almost covered her uncle's mouth with her hand.

  "I'll just say one more thing to your poor brother and then I'm leaving."

  "Not allowed!"

  "Just one sentence..."

  When Zhangsun Bei'er pushed Gao Lao out the door, Gao Lao still didn't give up and winked at Zhen Ming with great effort: "We'll discuss this further another day..."

  Hūn

  The door closed, and Zhangsun Bei'er leaned against the door with a huff, her pretty face flushed red. She turned around and threatened Zhen Mingshu, who had a smile on his face: "You're not allowed to meet my uncle alone again! Did you hear me?!"

  Zhen Ming smiled wryly and said, "Old man Gao's enthusiasm is hard to refuse, and I don't want to reject him directly. I'll explain it clearly to him another day. Miss Bei doesn't need to worry, I think Old Man Gao is also anxious to marry off his daughter, so he's desperately seeking a doctor, that's why he even considers someone like me."

  Chang Sun Bei'er looked at him and said, "I didn't mean it that way, don't be so sensitive."

  "Baili doesn't need to explain, I understand."

  Chang Sun Baili finally let out a sigh of relief and asked: "What did you come looking for me?"

  "This time I came, actually, is to ask Miss Bai for a favor."

  ……

  A horse carriage stopped at the gate of Song's mansion in the west of Luoyang City.

  A pretty maid servant supported Long Sun Bei Er as she got down from the carriage and walked to the entrance of the Song residence, where she knocked on the door ring.

  The door opened, and a servant came out. Seeing the slender and elegant Changsun Baek-ah, he couldn't help but stare for a moment. His originally somewhat impatient face turned respectful, asking, "Miss, who are you looking for?"

  "Is your wife at home?"

  "Are you looking for the first wife or the second wife?"

  "Mr. Zhang."

  "Oh, you're referring to the second mistress? What's the matter? Mr. Song said that without his permission, the second mistress cannot see guests casually."

  Chang Sun Baili was taken aback and asked: "Is your master at home?"

  "He's not in, he just went out, but our madam is at home."

  "Tell your mistress that Zhang Sun from Zhang Sun's Clothing Store has come to see her."

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  Will I tell you this is a sweet article with a bitter start? Obviously not.