Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 11 Have you had enough trouble?
The Treasure Pavilion is divided into five floors. The first and second floors are sample exhibition stands for various bulk commodities, ranging from expensive porcelain, spices, silk, etc. to cheap grain, cloth, paper... There is a wide variety of goods.

Those who come to these two floors are basically the managers of the major trading companies in Daqian Kingdom, who are responsible for distributing the commodities of Zhao's Trading Company. After purchasing the commodities from the Zhao family, they transport them back to their respective business territories for distribution and make profits from them.

Thanks to the great deeds of the previous emperor, the Daqian Kingdom had a well-connected domestic canal, which not only provided convenient transportation but also promoted the development of commerce.

Zhao Qi'an doesn't need to take care of these businesses personally, the managers in the market will handle them in an orderly manner.

When the business is big, it is impossible to do everything by yourself. However, Zhao Qi'an is good at using people and does not worry about his subordinates having ulterior motives. There have been no major mistakes over the years, and the business is booming every day.

The third floor of the Treasure Pavilion is called "Rare Treasures Hall".

Magical weapons, rare treasures, panaceas...

In the countless treasure exhibition halls, most of them are treasures needed for martial artists to practice, and each of the treasures that can be displayed in the Treasure Hall is priceless.

On the seventh day of every month, the Museum of Rare Treasures would hold a grand auction. Every time, there would be a finale treasure that could be sold at a sky-high price, attracting most of the dignitaries in Kyoto.

After passing the Treasure House and going up, outsiders are no longer allowed to enter.

Accompanied by several stewards, Zhao Qi'an came to the fourth floor of the Treasure Pavilion, where he could hear the constant sound of "clicking" of beads.

On the fourth floor of the Treasure Pavilion, there are rows of small tables.

Behind each small table there was a staff member sitting cross-legged on a cushion, tapping on an abacus in front of the account book and writing something on paper from time to time.

There were several maids waiting beside a pillar with a secret compartment in it. Thin wires led out of the compartment and hung on a wooden frame filled with bells.

When a bell on the wooden frame rang, the maidservant beside the marquis would find the corresponding secret compartment according to the row of the bell, open it, take out the paper from it, and give the paper to the staff in the corresponding group according to the four levels of "Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang".

When Zhao Qi'an arrived, the staff on the fourth floor stood up and greeted him.

"My boss."

"Benefactor."

Zhao Qi'an nodded in response, and just as he was about to walk in, he was surrounded by several staff members holding papers covered with numbers.

"Boss, the grain price in Jingzhou has increased by 50%, and there may be another natural disaster. But now there is no report from Kyoto, I am afraid that the officials of Jingzhou are concealing it together, and it is very serious. Please make a decision, Boss."

"My Lord, Jizhou has reported that Marquis Weiwu has requested that you send a merchant fleet to transport 10,000 iron spears, 5,000 iron armors, 2,000 fine horses, and 50,000 dan of grain and grass..."

“My Lord…”

For a while, there was a lot of noise.

Zhao Qi'an waved his hand and waited until everyone quieted down before saying, "Everyone go back and draft a charter. I'll take a look at it when I get back."

"Yes."

The staff members saluted one after another, not daring to delay for a moment, and went back to work.

Only then was Zhao Qi'an able to safely leave the fourth floor and walk towards the fifth floor.

When they reached the stairs, several stewards stopped following him and stood at the bottom of the stairs, saluted, and watched Zhao Qian'an go up.

Going further up...it's not a place that these shop managers can go.

……

The fifth floor of the Treasure Pavilion is different from the other floors.

As soon as Zhao Qi'an stepped into the fifth floor of the Treasure Pavilion, the noisy noise from the fourth floor immediately disappeared.

Instead, the house is filled with the fragrance of books.

On the left side of the stairs were neatly arranged rows of bookshelves, roughly estimated to be more than twenty, each row of bookshelves was filled with books, among which there were countless rare and precious books, all of which were collected from all over the world by Zhao Qi'an using the power of Zhao's business, and the manpower, material resources and financial resources mobilized were unimaginable. And all of this was done for the owner of this floor.

Zhao Qi'an stood at the stairs and looked to the right.

A room was separated by several screens. A low couch, a long table, and a few chairs were all that filled the room.

An old man was sitting by an open window, writing a book at his desk in the sunlight that came in through the window.

When Zhao Qi'an came to him, the old man stopped writing, stretched out his hand to hold his sleeve, and placed the brush in his hand on the jade pen pillow. Then he looked up at Zhao Qi'an and smiled slightly, "It's not even the seventh day of the first lunar month yet, why is Mr. Zhao here today?"

Zhao Qi'an bowed to the old man and said, "President An."

"Hey, don't call me dean. Back then, the Zhao family was willing to secretly help the college tide over the difficulties. I volunteered to serve the Dong family for ten years and resigned as the dean a long time ago." Dean An twisted his beard and joked, "Now it's me who is begging for food under the Dong family."

Zhao Qi'an was about to speak when he suddenly frowned slightly and his nostrils twitched slightly.

He glanced at the wet ink page on the table with no doubt, his eyes revealed a realization, but his face remained calm: "If Dean An wants to ask for a meal, even the current emperor will welcome him with open arms. Now the position of the national teacher should be changed."

"Master, you are too kind..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Qian suddenly jumped up.

He took a step forward, stepped on the table, used the momentum to fly up, and made his right hand into a claw, grabbing towards Dean An's throat.

Dean An's expression changed immediately and he leaned back suddenly, trying to avoid the claw.

In a flash, the fierce claw stopped abruptly in mid-air, fell straight down without any inertia, and finally... gently slapped "President An" on the face.

"have you had enough?"

Zhao Qi'an said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, countless worms seemed to crawl on the face of "Dean An", and his bones made a "crackling" sound like popping beans. The whole person grew several inches taller, and the appearance on his face was changing rapidly.

After a while, the white-haired old man turned into a tall and graceful woman.

The woman was beautiful, with a voluptuous figure and a natural charm between her eyebrows. She gently stroked the cheek that Zhao Qi'an had just hit, frowned and said unhappily, "Foster father, how could you bear to hit me?"

"You even dare to play tricks on me, you deserve to be beaten."

When Zhao Qi'an saw her, a rare smile appeared on his face.

This woman was no one else but his third adopted daughter - Zhao Nishang.

【Name: Zhao Nishang】

【Bone age: 20】

[Life: Innate Divine Power Thousand Illusion Holy Body (gold), Innate Divine Power worm speaker (purple), Master of poison (purple), Medical Master (purple), Master of punishment (blue), Good at singing and dancing (blue), Sadist (gray)...]

【Loyalty: 95】

[Qualification: Class A]

【Cultivation: Fifth-grade Zhoutian realm】

A destiny of one gold and three purples!

A twenty-year-old fifth-grade expert!
It is a very explosive existence in the entire Daqian cultivation world.

(End of this chapter)