Golden Olive

"Even this restaurant alone, empty shell though it may be, is no cheaper than a house in a prime location. The restaurant out front alone is probably worth more than two or three thousand taels."

"Keep all this for now. Later, find some reliable people to serve as staff, hire a few master chefs, and once everything is ready, you can reopen for business. Send thirty percent of the monthly profits to Ye Buhui for her to arrange."

"Reinvest all the other profits directly into the business. Handle these matters as you see fit. Report major investments to me; make your own decisions on minor matters."

Su Ziji stood there in a daze, deeply moved.

He had not even done much scheming, yet in just half a year, he had already earned twenty thousand taels of silver.

"Yes!" Lu Fengyun immediately accepted the order.

When he lifted his head, he looked at Su Ziji's current physiognomy and secretly thought, My lord's face has grown several degrees nobler compared to yesterday. A young duke or minister bears half his face in blue—could personally cutting off Lin Yuqing's head truly have such an effect?

Of course, this was naturally a good thing for an adviser. This discovery made his heart surge like the tide, filling him with even greater drive.

"Please rest assured, my lord. What is one mere restaurant? Within ten days, I will have it reopened, no worse than before."

With that, he took his leave.

Once everyone had left, Su Ziji also dismissed the maids. Only Su Ziji and Ye Buhui remained in the flower hall.

"They've finally gone." Su Ziji's expression relaxed. He turned to Ye Buhui and gave a somewhat weary smile.

Though they were husband and wife, their relationship was in truth more like a blend