"The young master said, you’re a busy person, so he didn’t want to bother you. I’ll just wait here," the servant said.
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia was furious. "Wait for what? Is Mu Shaoling crazy, and are you crazy too? How am I supposed to know how much money Artistry Pavilion made yesterday?"
"The young master said that even if you don’t know, he has already calculated everything for you. The deposits for the new goods sold in the county town yesterday, as well as the final payments after delivery, and the income from the two shops in the town, total one thousand taels of silver. After deducting various expenses and costs, it’s three hundred and twenty taels, with a remaining seven hundred and eighty taels. Since our young master only holds a 10% stake in the business, and only gets a share of the profits, the future operating expenses of the shop have nothing to do with him. So, all you need to do now is give my young master seventy-eight taels of silver."
The servant’s voice was cold, but the accounts were crystal clear.
Yang Chuxia felt an urge to vomit blood. Was Mu Shaoling sick in the head?
Could he be more petty than this? Just because she said a few words about him? What was he trying to do, show off his amazing skills? Did he want to tell her that he was so awesome that he knew the shop’s profit even if he wasn’t involved in its operation?
"Miss Yang, can you hurry up? My young master is waiting for the silver to buy medicinal herbs for Young Master Linhao in town," the servant urged.
With the corner of her mouth twitching, Yang Chuxia asked quietly, "Is your young master broke?"
"Oh, no, not at all. The young master even sent someone to deliver a pound of cubilose to Madam Yang this morning, asking her to cook it for him."
So what was the point of this? Was Mu Shaoling doing it on purpose? Just because of what she said last night?
Yang Chuxia glanced at the servant who wouldn’t leave until she paid, then silently took out a hundred-tael silver note from her purse.
The servant took it and immediately handed her a pouch containing twenty-two taels of silver, "Twenty-two taels, not one less. You can count."
With a dismissive wave, Yang Chuxia said, "Go on, get out of here."
Did she even need to count? It was obviously prepared in advance.
"Thank you, Miss Yang!" The servant took the silver, thanked her, and left confidently.
As she stared at the silver in her hand, Yang Chuxia couldn’t help but look heavenward. She was lucky that she had managed to negotiate Mu Shaoling’s stake down from 20% to 10% when they made their deal, otherwise she would have had to hand over more than a hundred taels this morning.
Due to Mu Shaoling’s antics, she was in a bad mood all morning.
At breakfast, she glared relentlessly at Mu Shaoling, as if she could bore a hole into him with her stare.
Noticing her gaze, Mu Shaoling snorted coldly. "What are you staring at? Haven’t you seen me before? Let me tell you, I don’t like the way you look at me. Don’t stare at me when you have nothing else to do, and also, keep your distance when you’re eating. Otherwise, if you annoy me, I’ll not hold back. And don’t even think about conspiring with that Capital City Li Family. I bet they won’t even make it through the year."
With that, he put down his chopsticks and walked away.
Yang Chuxia glanced silently at Ye Zi’an and grumbled. "Brother An, was he terribly offended yesterday?"
"Don’t worry about him, Xiaxia. That’s just how petty men are," Ye Zi’an reassured her. "Eat your breakfast. The villagers will be coming to buy bean seeds soon."
"Alright, let’s eat quickly. Brother An is the best. Petty men like him are so fragile," Yang Chuxia agreed.
The two spoke without lowering their voices. As Mu Shaoling walked out the door, he could hear their conversation and choked back the old blood that threatened to spurt from his mouth.