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Chapter 128 White Wolf with Empty Gloves

Shen Shuyi had always known that the Qingyuan Marquisate was rich, but he never expected... to be so rich!

Could it be that in the previous life, it was precisely this money that brought disaster to the Marquis' Mansion?

After all, if you have money but no power, you are just a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered!

As she spoke, Madam Zhao took out a palm-sized box and stuffed it into Shen Shuyi's hand: "The other things are all external things. Silver is the most important thing. Keep this. It's 10,000 taels. If it's not enough, talk to grandma later."

Shen Shuyi looked at the box in his hand, speechless for a moment.

She came to the Qingyuan Marquis Mansion with the intention of borrowing money, and also with the hope of helping the Qingyuan Marquis Mansion revive its reputation, but she did not expect that Old Madam Zhao would directly give her such a huge sum of money.

Madam Zhao said gently, "Please don't refuse. You are still young and don't know the importance of money. Although the Marquis's Mansion is no longer in business, we are still living a good life. What do we rely on? Money."

When talking about the Marquis' Mansion, the light in Old Madam Zhao's eyes dimmed a little.

Back then, when their old man was young, he was brave and good at fighting, and was highly regarded by the late emperor. Her family was also prominent, and there were countless families in the capital who were trying their best to make friends with them.

Unfortunately, just like the old saying goes, no flower stays in bloom forever, no man stays happy forever, and now the Marquis’ Mansion has fallen into such a state that everyone avoids it.

"Grandma, everything will be fine. I just don't know if my uncle is still determined to pursue a career in politics?" Shen Shuyi asked tentatively in a gentle voice.

After all, if a person's spirit is broken, no matter how much help others give, it will be useless.

Speaking of her son, Mrs. Zhao's eyes brightened a little more: "Of course, your uncle was also prominent in the past, and he knows what it feels like to be powerful. Unfortunately, he is unlucky. He has only held a nominal position over the years. Even if he works hard and treats others kindly, it is difficult for him to climb up."

After hearing this, Shen Shuyi felt relieved and immediately comforted her: "Grandma, don't worry too much. Uncle is still young. It's normal for people to have ups and downs in life. Who knows when Uncle's luck will come."

Old Madam Zhao smiled and learned. Although she hadn't seen Shen Shuyi for many years, she especially liked listening to him talk.

"You're right. Who can say for sure what will happen in the future?"

"I don't know if father, elder uncle and younger uncle have finished drinking. Shuyi wants to meet elder uncle and younger uncle alone." Shen Shuyi spoke again.

"Your eldest uncle and your grandfather should still be drinking with your father. If you want to see your younger uncle, I'll have someone take you there right away." Old Madam Zhao was happy to see Shen Shuyi getting close to her family, so she didn't stop him.

*

A quarter of an hour later, in the corridor on the center of the lake in Qingyuan Marquis Mansion.

When Shen Shuyi arrived, Zhao Dehai was already waiting there. The young man was leaning against the railing, feeding the fish.

Hearing the footsteps, he turned to look at Shen Shuyi and smiled gently, "Sister Yi."

"Uncle." Shen Shuyi bowed and greeted him, looking at the man in front of him carefully.

Different from his elder uncle who was cheerful and outgoing, Zhao Dehai looked much gentler and more delicate. He did not have the arrogance and domineering attitude of a son of an official. Instead, he looked like a young master from a wealthy family, shrewd yet a little cold.

That’s right, indifference.

Even though the person in front of her was herself, Shen Shuyi could still sense an unapproachable defensiveness and indifference in his beautiful eyes.

"My mother told me that you wanted to see me." Zhao Dehai waved away the servants, and Shen Shuyi also asked the two maids to stay far away.

"I know that my uncle is very wealthy and has been doing a lot of business over the years, so I want to discuss a cooperation with him." Shen Shuyi went straight to the point.

Zhao Dehai raised his eyebrows, obviously a little surprised by Shen Shuyi's intention: "You say."

"I want to use my uncle's help to stockpile carbon."

Jiang Li had checked for her and found out that Zhao Dehai had many businesses under him and a lot of capital, not to mention the shops. If he was willing to help, this would be a way to stockpile the most carbon in the shortest time.

Zhao Dehai didn't ask her the reason right away, but asked, "How much?"

Shen Shuyi looked directly into his eyes and said slowly, "A minimum of one million jin. The more the better. It doesn't matter if it's the finest gold carbon, silver carbon, or ordinary black carbon."

According to the price of carbon in previous years, one pound of carbon was about two cents. If she remembered correctly, this year was a cold winter and many people froze to death.

And because the weather was too cold, the price of coal soared, more than doubling, almost reaching five cents per pound.

This price may not seem expensive at first glance, but you have to know that each member of the royal family consumes about 100 kilograms of it every day.

For example, emperors, empresses, and queen mothers, the amount required is up to 200 kilograms.

Although the amount used by ordinary people is far from this, they still need at least ten pounds a day to keep warm.

With this calculation, it is not difficult to understand why so many people freeze to death or go hungry in one cold winter.

Zhao Dehai said in a gentle voice: "Sister Yi, do you think this year will be a cold winter? How much do you want me to sell by then?"

Shen Shuyi didn't look at Zhao Dehai. She walked to the railing and looked at the fish jumping happily in the pond. Her almond eyes were calm and she said, "Two cents."

Shen Shuyi could not forget the corpses of the people scattered all over the ground that winter, nor could he forget the soldiers covered with frostbite but still guarding the border, nor could he forget the wealthy families who wore gorgeous clothes and burned mountains of charcoal every day.

People's lives are difficult, and now that she has been reborn, she always hopes to do something.

Zhao Dehai said nothing, his eyes fixed on the girl's slender and tall back. He suddenly felt that he could not see through his niece who had not been seen for many years.

Shen Shuyi said softly: "It's still early now. If my uncle buys in large quantities, the cost can probably be controlled at around one cent, so it's not like there's no profit."

Zhao Dehai said slowly: "But this is too risky, and there are many more profitable businesses than this. On the contrary, if I can't sell this batch of carbon, I will suffer a huge loss if I keep it in my hands."

Shen Shuyi turned to look at him, her almond eyes cold and clear: "Indeed, what Shuyi said really seems like he is trying to get something for nothing, it sounds quite shameless."

He pays the costs, does the work, and takes the risks.

Regardless of the final profit, it just sounds like she is doing something wrong.

"What can you bring me?" Zhao Dehai asked slowly.

There are always risks in any business, and sometimes it depends on whether the gains are worth it.

Shen Shuyi did not answer his question, but just said: "Although the Qingyuan Marquis' Mansion has fallen into decline, my uncle should also know that the success of your business is more or less due to the reputation of the Marquis' Mansion."

Although Zhao Dehai's vision and means are impeccable, as the saying goes, the people do not fight with the officials. Although the status of the Marquis' Mansion has long had no deterrent effect in the officialdom, it is still enough for ordinary people and merchants.