The servant gasped and swallowed his saliva before saying, "Master, Zhang … Mansion's cotton-padded clothes are on sale. The news has spread all over Chang 'an."
"What?"
Zhao Xian's expression changed slightly and he slowly put down the teacup in his hand.
He had long heard that Zhang Feng made clothes with white folds.
He had laughed at Zhang Feng before, but he didn't expect him to do it. It was really unexpected.
After thinking for a while, he looked up at the servant and asked, "How are the cotton-padded clothes?"
The servant hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "Zhang Mansion's cotton-padded clothes are selling very well. They will be out of stock soon. And countless people are flattering them, saying that they are a gift from God to benefit the Tang Dynasty. Now many people are rushing to Zhang Mansion to buy them."
Hearing this, Zhao Xian frowned more deeply.
He clenched his right fist and began to pace in the hall, thinking to himself.
As a businessman, it was his nature to not do anything without profit. Zhang Feng's cotton-padded clothes were now a hot topic. If it was really as good as the rumors said, he would undoubtedly make a profit by taking action in time.
But …
Everything was just a rumor. That would be a loss.
Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered the Academy. Zhang Feng could build an Academy, so he wouldn't do such a thing that would damage his reputation.
Moreover, with his identity, if he really did such a thing, he wouldn't be able to establish himself in Chang 'an.
Zhao Xian suddenly turned around and waved his sleeves, saying directly, "Inform the accountant to withdraw half of the money. Ask the butler to take people to buy Zhang Feng's cotton-padded clothes as soon as possible."
The servant nodded and ran out quickly.
Zhao Xian withdrew his gaze and began to pace in the hall with his hands behind his back. He kept muttering, "Since I have decided to buy, I have to buy more. This money is not enough. I have to go out and borrow some money to buy all the cotton-padded clothes in Zhang Mansion."
After that, Zhao Xian stepped out of the door.
At this time, the gate of Zhang Mansion was crowded with people. It seemed that there was no end in sight.
Those pushing empty carts and those with money all looked at Zhang Mansion.
"Why hasn't President Zhang's cotton-padded clothes started to be sold?"
"That's right, I'm dying of anxiety. I brought three hundred copper coins with me today. I'm going to sell a few pieces of clothing for my wife and children."
"I brought 500 coins. If you buy too much, you can resell it."
Just as everyone was filled with anticipation, the door to Zhang Mansion opened and a person walked out. It was the housekeeper, Du Ziteng.
Du Ziteng first cupped her hands towards the crowd, then said with a troubled expression, "Everyone, I'm sorry, but today's cotton-padded clothes are sold out. Please come back next time."
As soon as his voice fell, it attracted a wave of resentment from the crowd.
"How did they sell so quickly?"
"There's no place to spend the money I prepared?"
"How preposterous!"
Everyone complained in dissatisfaction. After a while, seeing that there were still no cotton-padded clothes from Zhang Mansion, they left resentfully one after another.
From time to time, all kinds of discussions could be heard from the huge crowd. A tall and thin man whispered.
"Have you heard? Someone 'conveniently' brought a few cotton-padded clothes from the Zhang Mansion. "
"F * ck, how did you know?"
"I have a relative who works in Zhang Mansion. He heard about it."
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and find your relative and buy some cotton-padded clothes to wear."
After saying that, the man was about to pull the tall and thin man away.
"No way, why should I take you there?"
"I'll pay, right?"
After saying that, the man handed a string of coins to the tall and thin man.
The tall and thin man took it, nodded with satisfaction, and quickened his pace with the man.
The speaker didn't mean it, but the news spread.
In an instant, the news spread to the ears of the rich families in Chang 'an.
They were all rubbing their fists and preparing to purchase this batch of exposed cotton-padded clothes.
But how could it be so easy? The cotton-padded clothes had been bought out by Niu Weili, Zhang Shan, Qian Tong, and others. Everyone could only sigh at Zhang Mansion, but secretly hoped that the next cotton-padded clothes sale would come sooner.
The Golden Crow fell in the West, and the Jade Rabbit rose in the East.
At this time, Chang 'an was already under curfew. There was almost no one on the street, only the night watchman beating the clapper.
"Bang …"
"It's midnight, safe and sound."
As the night watchman passed by, a group of soldiers in new combat uniforms strode onto the street.
They were the patrolling soldiers of Chang 'an City, patrolling at irregular times every night.
It was just past midnight, so it was time for them to patrol.
As they walked past, a small house suddenly lit up, and three or five figures could be seen in it.
Inside the house, five people were sitting around a table. All of them were burly and had fierce eyes. The leader had a knife scar on his face, which made people feel very uncomfortable.
These people were spies sent by the Turks to the Tang Dynasty. They were responsible for spying and intelligence, and they rarely met if there was no important information.
"Chief, I just heard that the Dean of White Deer College in the Tang Dynasty invented a kind of clothes. After wearing it, it's airtight and you won't feel the cold of winter."
"What?"
The face of the leader, Scarface, changed and he slapped the table, "Old Five, have you found out that the Tang Dynasty really has such a good thing?"
The man called Old Five nodded, indicating that he was sure.
Seeing this, Scarface's mouth showed a cruel smile, "How can the people of the Tang Dynasty deserve such a divine thing? This kind of thing should be owned by us noble Turks."
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