funbook-pk Chapter 240: There are thousands of men, if that doesn’t work, let’s change them!
Chapter 240: There are thousands of men, if that doesn’t work, let’s change them!
He nodded immediately and said, "I understand! The Sixth Prince must now keep a low profile. Fighting is not fighting, not fighting is fighting. If you don't fight for the sake of not fighting, no one in the world will fight with you!"
Fu Zhiyi's eyes brightened, and he repeated in his mind several times, "To fight is not to fight, not to fight is to fight, if you don't fight, then no one in the world will fight with you." He took a few deep breaths and calmed the excitement in his heart.
He drank another cup of tea and calmed down.
Then he shook Lu Zhenzhen's hand and said sternly, "Zhenzhen, from now on, don't say these words in front of anyone except me! Do you understand?"
Lu Zhenzhen nodded. She was not stupid. How could she say such nonsense?
If it weren't for the fact that Fu Zhiyi is her husband, and they are one, and if one gets into trouble, the other can't escape, she wouldn't even say it in front of Fu Zhiyi, okay?
Seeing that Fu Zhiyi was still worried, he patted Fu Zhiyi's palm comfortingly: "Don't worry, I know the severity of the situation!"
After thinking for a while, he reminded Fu Zhiyi: "But you have to be careful. You are not alone now. You have a family and a wife. It is better to have a way out and a backup plan! Otherwise, if something unexpected happens to you, I tell you, I will not be a widow to you! I will find a pretty boy then-"
The rest of the words were blocked back into her mouth by Fu Zhiyi's lips and tongue.
Fu Zhiyi's angry kiss was unbearable.
It was not until Lu Zhenzhen was kissed so hard that she almost passed out that Fu Zhiyi suppressed his anger and murderous intent after hearing Lu Zhenzhen's words about looking for a pretty boy.
The two hugged each other and gasped for breath.
Fu Zhiyi restrained himself and kissed Lu Zhenzhen's swollen lips again, then whispered in her ear in a low, hoarse voice, "Don't even think about it! If that day ever comes, I will, I will—"
Lu Zhenzhen didn't forget to retort at this time: "Of course not if you're not dead. If you were dead, what would you do?"
Fu Zhiyi became even angrier.
Lu Zhenzhen stood on tiptoe and gently kissed Fu Zhiyi on the lips, saying vaguely, "So, you have to live well, and we can grow old together!"
……
The two of them were intimate for a long time. Knowing that Lu Zhenzhen was hungry, and seeing that Fu Zhiyi was still like a wolf that had tasted the sweetness and was biting her earlobe tightly, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.
She pushed Fu Zhiyi away and said, "Stop chewing! If you keep chewing, the skin will break! Hurry up and ask someone to bring me some food. I'm hungry! I can only help you think of a solution after I'm full! If you keep making trouble, I'll be really angry. Let's go home!"
Fu Zhiyi gave her another kiss, still unsatisfied, because he couldn't bear to let Lu Zhenzhen go hungry.
He let the person go and waited for Lu Zhenzhen to pack her clothes before opening the door and indicating that it was time for lunch.
There were only two of them, so the shopkeeper sent over seven or eight of Wangyue Tower's specialties, as well as a small pot of osmanthus wine.
The two of them sat by the window. Outside the window was the small garden of Wangyue Tower, and a little further away was the lake that separated the East and West Towers.
Looking from the second floor at this moment, it is quite interesting.
While enjoying the scenery and eating, we also drank two cups of ice-cold osmanthus wine.
After having a good meal and a good drink, Lu Zhenzhen no longer put on airs.
She first walked around the private room and pointed out a few places that she felt were lacking in privacy.
Then he sat down, drank some tea and started talking about his suggestions.
Fu Zhiyi had someone prepare paper and pen long ago. He sat aside, picked up the pen, and wrote while waiting for Lu Zhenzhen to talk.
One suggestion is to simply open a teahouse where people can play mahjong, and provide tea, snacks, and even meals.
Just like modern chess and card rooms and mahjong parlors, you can either agree directly on how much money a table, including tea, snacks and meals, will cost per day.
Or it’s a commission, if you win a hand, you get a certain amount of money.
Then he also suggested adding more projects in the East Building, such as beauty and manicure.
Relaxation, massage, foot bath and manicure for female guests.
Or he could open a separate beauty salon. The Sixth Prince should be able to get a lot of precious beauty recipes from the palace.
It is directly prepared. When female customers come, facial masks, hand masks, etc. are made for them according to their physique or skin type, and massage is performed to clear the meridians for the female customers.
When talking about these things, Lu Zhenzhen talked incessantly.
It is enough to just pick up an idea from modern times.
The more Fu Zhiyi listened, the more excited he became.
Just by listening to the suggestions Lu Zhenzhen made, he knew how huge the profits were.
What's more, the female guests who come to a place like this are definitely not ordinary people.
The guests who made the appointment were of the same class. They were served comfortably and revealed information in a relaxed state that was difficult to find out under normal circumstances.
There is also that teahouse where they play mahjong.
That's also a great idea for gathering information and generating income.
If he hadn't been taking notes with a pen, he would have wanted to hug Lu Zhenzhen and kiss her a few more times.
Lu Zhenzhen only had these two or three suggestions, but she was already talking until her mouth was dry.
After saying that, he quickly drank a cup of tea to relieve his thirst.
Finally, don't forget to say: "I gave you the advice, but what are you going to give me in return? You can't let me work for nothing, right?"
The brothers are still settling accounts!
What's more, he is a nobleman like the Sixth Prince?
He is rich and powerful, he can't get it for free, right?
After saying that, she looked at Fu Zhiyi warily. These were all her ideas. If Fu Zhiyi dared to say that he would give it to the Sixth Prince for free, even if he was her man, she would have to scratch him to death!
You know, there are thousands of men, and if they don't work out for you, you can always find another one! But money is different! If it's mine, it must be mine!
Fu Zhiyi almost laughed out of anger when he saw Lu Zhenzhen like this.
He tapped Lu Zhenzhen's nose with a pen and said unhappily, "Am I just that ungrateful, ungrateful person in your eyes? Speaking of intimacy, you're my wife, and we're one! Speaking of affection, you're the most important to me! Speaking of interests, who can push gold and silver away? Am I stupid?"
Lu Zhenzhen smiled embarrassedly.
It’s okay if it’s not!
"Then how much can the Sixth Prince give? For these three suggestions, whether he opens a teahouse or adds new projects in the East Building, I would not be too greedy to ask for half of the profits related to the income, right?" Lu Zhenzhen blinked her big eyes at Fu Zhiyi.
Fu Zhiyi thought for a moment and said, "The Sixth Prince is quite generous to those who are useful to him. If he really takes your suggestion and opens a teahouse or something, we can invest a little more money in it. Then, my wife and I can split 20% of the profits. It shouldn't be a problem."
Lu Zhenzhen guessed in her heart that Fu Zhiyi and the Sixth Prince probably couldn't imagine for the time being how much profit they would make in the future if all these could really be accomplished.
You have to know that in this world, women’s money is always the easiest to make.
Especially the money of upper-class women.
And the teahouse business may seem insignificant, but it will be a long-term income and will eventually be quite a large one.
But it’s better this way. While they don’t know how much money they can make, I can grab some shares. Then I’ll have a lot of money in the future and never have to worry about my life.