Wanjin Lady

Chapter 282 Clever Man
Shopkeeper Li seemed to be thinking about something.

What happened today is indeed worth pondering.

The idea of ​​establishing a wine merchants' guild has actually been raised several times, but people's hearts are scattered and they cannot be united.

Manager Wen also doesn’t have the ability to set up this wine merchant guild?
But...is it really like that?

At least... they are already soliciting sponsorship in the name of the Wine Merchants Association!
Others are famous but not real, while she is real but not famous!

When Manager Li figured this out, his heart skipped a beat.

After Wen Wan and Madam Yuan had parted ways, she spotted a familiar carriage parked in a corner not far away. Zhu Wang turned around and was furious. "How dare Yuan Wulang come here?!"

Wen Wan got on the carriage and lowered the curtain before asking, "I asked you to send two people to follow Yuan Qi. What's the situation now?"

A few days ago, Wen Wan suddenly called Lao Zhu over and said that she would send two people to follow Yuan Qi at all times.

He also said that it must be done by a stupid person, and it would be best if Yuan Qi’s people would find out that they were being followed.

Zhu Wang didn't understand, but he knew Wen Wan was trying to stir up trouble, so he perked up. "According to my niece's instructions, I followed him for two days before he was caught by Yuan Qi's men. My servant said he was a wine merchant, trying to track down the recipe for Rui Guo Juice. Yuan Qi's men beat him up and then let him go. I sent someone else to continue the pursuit."

Zhu Wang glanced at her expression and asked, "But why are we doing this?"

Wen Wan smiled softly, "Yuan Qi hurt my father so badly, and he still wants to get away with it? I want him to leave this piece of flesh and blood behind!"

Zhu Wang: But you still haven’t answered my question of what I do!
Sitting in the carriage at the corner was Accountant Zhou.

Accountant Zhou let the coachman go home only after seeing Wen Wan and Madam Yuan parted ways.

He then reported all the information he had gathered at the teahouse to Yuan Qi, and finally said, "Fifth Master, from the look on Old Madam's face, she seems extremely pleased with Wen Wan. She even took the lead in attending the sugar and wine fair she organized. The situation is not looking good for us."

Yuan Qi frowned in thought, his face darkening, "What... is she going to do?"

Accountant Zhou also looked dazed.

Logically speaking, Wen Wan should be worried about handing over the recipe for Ruiguo Juice at this moment, so why has she been seen running around trying to win over the wine merchants in the city these days?
Yuan Qi frowned and speculated: "Could it be that she doesn't want to hand over the recipe for Ruiguo Juice?"

Accountant Zhou shook his head. "That day she swore a solemn oath... If she doesn't hand over the prescription on time... Wen Wei will be struck by lightning tomorrow and left with no place to bury her!"

"But what if she doesn't believe in God? What if she hopes Wen Weiming dies so she can completely take over the winery?"

Accountant Zhou smiled bitterly, "Fifth Master, don't panic. If Wen Wan wanted her father to die, why would she come to Bozhou to save him?"

"No." Yuan Qi pondered over it, feeling that something was amiss with this chess game. "Isn't she holding a wine and sugar fair on the Qiqiao Festival? Uncle Zhou should send some people to keep an eye on the Wen Family Winery stall. Is it Bifang wine or Ruiguo syrup that's being sold? If she's selling Ruiguo syrup, then she didn't intend to give us the recipe!"

Accountant Zhou reacted immediately.

“Without chips in hand, you can’t sit at the gambling table.” Yuan Qi smiled coldly. “Since she refuses to keep her promise, I have no choice but to push her.” Accountant Zhou reminded him, “Now that Wen Wan is getting close to that old lady Yuan, Fifth Master, you have to be more discreet in your dealings.”

"This woman is indeed insidious. She's also quite clever." Yuan Qi sighed imperceptibly. "I didn't want to be her enemy, but that damned Widow Wang... she lost her life due to incompetence, and ended up getting me into trouble. I've been followed around the past few days. I think it's because of Wen Wan's incident last time, and her refusal to hand over the recipe to Shopkeeper Lei, that's made some people suspicious."

Accountant Zhou also sighed, "It's really... fate."

Isn't this just fate?

If Widow Wang had not committed suicide after the affair was exposed, the government would not have put the death penalty on Wen Weiming.

It was clearly just a matter of stealing a recipe, but it resulted in a death, which not only implicated Wen Weiming, but also the entire Third House. Yuan Qi had no choice but to use the same trick to at least force the Wen family to reveal the recipe.

Now, there is no room for peace between the third branch of the Yuan family and Wen Wan.

Yuan Qi got a headache when he thought about this. He rubbed his temple and said, "It's fate. Once the prescription is brought to me, I will follow Yun Zhang to the capital. Perhaps when I return from the capital, the relationship between the two families will be eased."

On the day before the Qiqiao Festival, the entire Pingnan Street was already filled with a festive atmosphere. Lanterns were hung all over the long street, craftsmen were walking back and forth, and there were lantern vendors. The bustle was already faintly visible.

The seven places to attend the Food and Drinks Fair were almost snapped up that evening.

The guys at the cocktail party came early to set up the venue. According to Wen Wan's request, the venue of this sugar and wine fair was decorated according to the characteristics of its own wines. Apart from the entrance fee of 100 taels and the promotion of 10% off all drinks, there were no unified requirements.

The most eye-catching among them is Shopkeeper Lei.

As soon as Shopkeeper Lei appeared at his booth, someone immediately teased him, "Hey, didn't you say you definitely wouldn't come? Why does Shopkeeper Lei have a booth too?"

"Yes, Brother Lei... who was it that day in the teahouse who earnestly advised everyone not to cooperate with Shopkeeper Wen, saying that Shopkeeper Wen was untrustworthy and that everyone should never cooperate with him?"

Shopkeeper Lei was embarrassed and waved his sleeves, "If Shopkeeper Wen hadn't humbled herself and begged for mercy, and repeatedly invited me to come, do you think I would be willing to come? As the saying goes, don't hit someone who smiles at you. Shopkeeper Wen is just a little girl. Since she is so humble, why should I be so aggressive?"

"Hey! Brother Lei, you're right to think so." Someone close to Shopkeeper Lei smiled and pulled him to a secluded place, pouring out all the news of the past few days like a bamboo tube pouring beans. "Brother Lei, don't tell me! This girl surnamed Wen is quite capable! You didn't go that day, but on the day we were soliciting sponsorship, she persuaded Feng Ji Dim Sum Shop to subsidize our event out of their own pockets with just a few words. Later, other shops also responded. In order to get the most conspicuous signboard position, Feng Ji unexpectedly added another hundred boxes of dim sum yesterday!"

The man grinned with delight. "Wow, so far, I've only paid for two servants and a few jars of wine, and hired a scholar to paint our boss's portrait! All in all, it's cost less than twenty taels of silver! I heard there's going to be a fireworks display tomorrow, just wait and see... I wonder how lively it will be!"

"Don't say that... don't say that... this girl is someone who can do great things!"

Shopkeeper Lei narrowed his eyes and smiled, with a noncommittal look on his face: "It's no use saying this! The truth will be revealed tomorrow!"

Wenwan's booth was closest to the Lantern Festival, and she was following Master Tu to weave lanterns.

Although Mr. Tu is tall and strong, and his ten fingers are thick and big, his hands are very flexible.

From tying the tassels and red ropes to hanging the pole and affixing the red stickers, the bamboo strips were like obedient children in his hands, allowing him to manipulate them at will. The whole process was so smooth that Wen Wan was amazed.

Wen Wan said: My brain can do it, but my hands can’t.