Boss Li is named Li Qingquan, and he is the owner of Li's leather workshop. The workshop is located at the northern end of Luojiadian, and you will be there through the town. This is a courtyard house with more than a dozen brick and tile houses with red paint on the walls. It is timeless and new and particularly eye-catching.

From a distance, I could smell a strange smell mixed with fishy smell, stinky smell, sour smell, oily smell and alkaline smell, and Chen Wanrong's stomach rolled.

There is a large open space in the middle of the yard, with more than a dozen carriages parked. Several guys are loading bundles of leather onto the car, busy. The weather is very cold today, but there are still crystal beads of sweat hanging on their faces.

A tall and magnificent carriage came towards him, and Chen Wanrong was pulled aside. The one who pulled the carriage was a tall and strong white horse, very majestic. A coachman on the shaft was wearing a blue shirt, wearing a round felt hat, holding a whip in his right hand and pulling a rein in his left hand, allowing the white horse to move forward slowly.

The carriage was slowly moving, and a middle-aged man followed the carriage and spoke to the carriage by the window: "Mr. Zheng, please go!"

"Old Master Li, you're busy." A clear man's voice came from the car and the curtains were lowered.

The coachman waved his whip and made a crisp sound. The carriage suddenly accelerated and ran away.

Three leather-filled carriages followed him faster and walked onto the official road, galloped towards Chang'an, and soon disappeared from sight.

Chen Wanrong thought to himself that this style should be a monster, so he came to Li Qingquan to pick up the goods.

Until the carriage disappeared, the middle-aged man turned around and looked at Chen Wanrong, laughing before he could speak. His kind smile layer by layer. The degree of affection was that Maitreya would sigh: "Wanrong, you are here."

He is Li Qingquan, not short, about 1.7 meters tall, his silk clothes are brightly colored, the peony flowers are lifelike, and they are quite rich with a belly.

Seeing his smile, Chen Wanrong thought that with such a rich expression, not going to pyramid schemes would be a waste of talent, and said with a smile: "Old Master Li's business is booming, congratulations!"

Li Qingquan's business has always been good. No matter what, it can be seen from the carriage parked in the open space waiting for loading, this was what he said to him, and he patted Chen Wanrong intimately: "Wanrong, come on, let's put it here." He took Chen Wanrong to the eaves and helped Chen Wanrong support him.

Chen Wanrong put down the bucket, and Li Qingquan waved his hand into the room, and two guys came over: "Move in, use it immediately." The guy responded, one by one, and went into the workshop with the bucket in his arms.

I originally wanted to do my best to move in by myself, but I didn't expect that he was so enthusiastic, so Chen Wanrong had to respect Xie Bumin: "Thank you, Mr. Li."

Li Qingquan waved his hand generously: "A little thing is not worth thanking. Wanrong, come, it's cold outside, go to the house for a while to warm up your body." Walking in front of you, leading the way.

Chen Wanrong was old and strong. I don’t know how many times I had carved something worth about 100 pounds. His body was getting hot and he didn’t feel cold at all. However, it was hard to refuse Li Qingquan so kind. Xie said, following Li Qingquan.

Walk straight to the right, and when you reach the end, you will be there for another turn. Li Qingquan pushed open the door and said, "Wanrong, come in."

Chen Wanrong entered the house honestly and unceremoniously. A strong aroma of tea came to his face. Chen Wanrong couldn't help but twitch his nose a few times, and secretly praised it as a scent. This is the smell that only the best tea can have.

The room was very wide, with a red painted table that was particularly eye-catching, with three fine porcelain teapots on it, as well as a dozen fine porcelain tea cups and a few fine porcelain bowls. A few chairs and a chair were placed inside the table with a soft red embroidered mattress. A stove, the charcoal fire was burning vigorously, and a clay pot was placed on the tripod, and water was sitting inside made a gurgling sound, and hot air was constantly coming out.

Li Qingquan moved a chair: "Wanrong, sit down."

"Thank you, Mr. Li." Chen Wanrong said thankfully, sat down, opened his hands and roasted them against the charcoal fire. His body was not cold, his hands were a little cold, and he was warm and warmed up when he was on the fire.

Li Qingquan picked up the teapot outside and sifted a bowl of tea and handed it to Chen Wanrong: "Wanrong, drink a sip of tea to moisten the throat. After walking for the past half a day, his throat was dry."

I was really a little thirsty, Chen Wanrong took a sip and the tea tasted very ordinary. He looked at the teapot on the table strangely. There was a strong tea fragrance in the room, which should be a top-notch tea. The tea tasted so often that it was tight. Will there be unknown stories here?

Li Qingquan sat on the chair, leaned back, half lying half lying, and stroked his belly with his right hand: "Wanrong, if you don't come again, I will go to your house to urge me."

"Mr. Li, you also know that it is the busy farming season and planting is about to be put into the plantings. The villagers are preparing farm tools, and my father has taken a lot of work. This is what Mr. Li wants, so my father has done it for you first." Chen Wanrong was careless and started socializing with him.

"That's right!" Li Qingquan's smile remained unchanged, and the tone changed: "Wanrong, this bucket of money cannot be given to you as originally. I will give you eighty cents, two buckets of one hundred and sixty cents, I will pay you now."

After hearing this, Chen Wanrong was very surprised. If Chen Wanrong had glasses, he would have fallen out of the lenses on the floor. Li Qingquan smiled so kindly and had a friendly attitude. Anyone who saw him would treat him as a good person. Chen Wanrong never expected that he was a smiling tiger. He first seduced the little white rabbit with a carrot, and then held a big stick and waited for him here.

The original price of the barrel was 100 cents per barrel, and two were only 40 cents. His prosperous business was so expensive for such a small amount of money. If Chen Wanrong hadn't heard it with his own ears, it would be hard to believe it.

Chen Wanrong has experienced many experiences in the price, and he is not busy: "Mr. Li, you are not kind. They are all from the villagers. Are you losing money to me? Two buckets, forty cents, are you not afraid of making jokes about this little money?"

Li Qingquan's smile was still the same, first with a long list of laughter, then a big truth: "Wanrong, we are villagers, that's right. But brothers also have to settle the score clearly. It is said that 'making a fortune is like picking soil'. It's difficult to support a family. Forty cents are also money. You have to save money every penny. You can't just want it because you have less. This is business, it's business, do you understand?"

If he wrote this great truth as a family precept, it would be quite convincing to teach his descendants and be used to bargain with me, it would be a bit inappropriate. Chen Wanrong was very surprised.

Chen Wanrong thought to himself that since you are a business, I have nothing to worry about, so he asked for the price: "Mr. Li, I haven't told you that this barrel has increased its price. Now it costs 120 cents per barrel. Two barrels, you have to pay 240 cents."

"What did you say? One hundred and twenty cents per person?" Li Qingquan was surprised and looked at Chen Wanrong carefully.

It's still the typical clothes of a poor family, with patched linen clothes. But it's more unfamiliar, with shiny and fresh faces, which are completely different from Chen Wanrong before. Especially those eyes are much brighter than before, shrewd, and have a sense of confidence all over their body.

Li Qingquan tried hard to search for his memory, thinking that if Chen Wanrong encountered this situation in the past, he would have looked helpless and said good things, begging himself not to lower the price for the sake of providing Chen Zairong with his studies. If it really doesn't work, his figure would be lower, and he would bow and bow, and he would be almost kneeling down.

He dared to fight against Li Qingquan and bargained against each other, but never happened. Li Qingquan was a little more curious in surprise and had to look at him with admiration. He picked up the teapot in the middle and sifted a bowl of tea and handed it to Yin Wanrong: "Wanrong, try this tea."

"I still have it." Chen Wanrong slapped the bowl in his hand.

"Try it." Li Qingquan stretched the bowl forward again.

Chen Wanrong thought, put the bowl in his hand on the table, took it and took a sip. This is what tea is called, it tastes delicious and makes it comfortable to drink, but it is still a long way from the fragrant tea smell in the house, which is much better than the tea just now.

Chen Wanrong remembered those socialites in modern society, carrying several kinds of cigarettes on them, sending the most common cigarettes when they meet small people, sending slightly more expensive cigarettes when they meet people with some status, and sending the best cigarettes when they meet leaders or noble people. This is Li Qingquan, this is such a person.

"Tea, tea, good tea!" Chen Wanrong laughed in a silence and recited this famous satirical couplet.

Li Qingquan clearly heard the irony in his words, but there was no change on his face. He still smiled like that. He half-squinted his eyes and shook his head and said, "Tea, tea, good tea! It's quite interesting! Wanrong, how long have you learned to get the right couple?"
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