Liang Yuanxia picked up the cigar and lit it, then sucked the clouds and fog and raised her head: "Do you want to do this tobacco business?"

"Well, my son wants to try his own abilities." Liang Pengfei nodded affirmatively. If you have the opportunity to be outstanding, you have to seize it. Besides, in the 21st century later, except for a few elderly people who could not change their habits, they still used that kind of old tobacco pipe. From national leaders to beggars and civilians, they all talked about cigarettes. In the whole of China, 300 million smokers were afraid that they were a small number.

By now, China's population has reached nearly 300 million. Liang Pengfei's requirements are not high. As long as one percent or even one thousandth of them can change his mind and abandon dry tobacco smoking cigarettes, his own tobacco factory will definitely be a money printing machine.

"Don't you see that money is earned from the cigarette, and it will never return it again when it flows to my pocket." Liang Pengfei proudly composed a wrong poem in his heart.

Seeing his son's earnest expression, Ye quietly pushed Liang Daren. "Master, it's rare that his son has his own opinions, look..."

Liang Yuanxia narrowed her eyes. "How much silver is needed?"

Liang Pengfei scratched his head, thought for a while, shook his head and said seriously: "This son hasn't thought about it yet, and his son just had this idea. As for whether to do this business, he has to wait until his son visits various tobacco shops in Guangzhou City, do some necessary market research, and have a further understanding of all channels in the tobacco industry, and then discuss with you." This is half true. Even if Liang Pengfei uses his toes to think about the problem, he knows that cigarettes can definitely make a lot of money, but he knows the problem, which does not mean that Liang Daguanren and Ye are clear about it.

"Market Survey?" Liang Daren rolled his eyes for a long time, nodded with some insight and smiled: "Okay, Dad will agree with you. When did you do your market research, come to find Dad."

After Liang Yuanxia and Ye left their son's yard, they kept laughing, as if they were very proud. Ye couldn't hear it and pulled the sleeves of Master Liang: "Master, what are you crazy about? It makes people feel uncomfortable when you smile."

"Don't you think our son has changed?" Liang Yuanxia turned around and looked at Liang Pengfei's courtyard gate, pulled Ye and walked a few steps. Seeing that there was no one around, the servants seemed to know that the master and his wife had something to say, but they fell far behind and did not follow. Only then did the official Liang blink and laugh at Ye and said in a low voice.

"Change?!" Ye Shi was slightly stunned and glared at Master Liang with a angrily: "No matter how much you change, it will be my son."

"Nonsense!" Liang Daguanren rolled his eyes suddenly, "What are you saying? What is nonsense?" Ye's temper has always been straightforward, with his eyebrows raised, and Ye was angry and angry.

"I mean, our son has become a bright future." Liang Daren opened his mouth for a long time, and finally found a more realistic adjective to divert Ye's attention.

Ye’s temper doesn’t mean she is brainless. “Do you mean your son knows how to share the burden with the family?”

"Well, this is one thing, and more importantly, he not only knows how to share the responsibility for me, his father, but also knows how to think twice before doing everything. I was relieved just now, but look at our son, but he did not rashly ask me for money. This shows that he really wants to do things, and he must do it first?" Liang Daren scratched his scalp, and the fresh words his son said were really a bit confused.

"Market research?" Ye quickly reminded.

"Yes, it's market research. He said he wanted to take a look first, do market research, and then ask me, the father-in-law for money based on the information he collected, instead of opening his mouth randomly. This shows that our son has really grown up. He is a little stronger than me, the father-in-law back then." Liang Daren gestured the small part on the head of his little fingernail, and saw Ye's eyes squinted, and said in a slight slanted manner: "I heard from the master that when you were seventeen years old..."

"Madam, please speak softly." Master Liang was so anxious that he almost bowed his hands and begged for mercy. "Okay, I won't talk about the whole thing. I know I want to save face in front of my son. Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know the importance of it. Look at you." Ye couldn't help but cover his mouth and smiled. The charm on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes was not inferior to that of his young young girl. Liang Yuanxia held Ye's hand and felt warm. "It's almost twenty years, and the lady hasn't changed at all."

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"How much does this tobacco cost per pound?"

"Thirty-five cents per pound, and a little better one will cost fifty cents per pound. If you want the best tobacco leaves in our shop, you will cost half a pound of silver. In Guangzhou, there is absolutely no more suitable tobacco leaves in the city of Guangzhou." The shop's friend greeted Liang Pengfei and his party enthusiastically.

"Okay, give me half a pound of this high-quality tobacco leaf..." Liang Pengfei rubbed the tobacco leaf carefully and hooked his fingers at the enthusiastic guy. Soon, half a pound of tobacco leaf was made into a bag and handed it over. Liang Tiezhu reached out to take it, and Bai Shusheng next to him took out the silver from his pocket and threw it on the counter.

"By the way, there are those cigars in your store. I heard that the kind of cigarettes are quite comfortable to smoke," Liang Pengfei asked.

The guy was stunned and turned to look at the shopkeeper who was checking the account book. The shopkeeper quickly put down what was in his hand, came up and smiled and said, "Young master, the cigar you mentioned has been purchased. Unfortunately, it is too expensive. A cigar will cost nine cents of silver in our small shop to make money."

"This shopkeeper, don't say so much nonsense, just say if there is any." Bai Shusheng touched his sparse rat whiskers and rolled his eyes, looking like an authentic dog-headed military advisor.

The shopkeeper smiled embarrassedly and shook his head: "There is no spot stock. The customer should know that these cigars are different from tobacco leaves. They are shipped from the Western Yi. The quantity is too small and the price is too expensive. They are all ordered first."

"Then why don't you do it yourself?" Liang Pengfei asked indifferently.

The shopkeeper looked at Liang Pengfei with his eyes looking at Erbaiwu. Fortunately, it was mainly Liang Pengfei's clothes and the two servants behind him that the shopkeeper did not laugh out loud in public: "This young master, not everyone can make cigars. If it is really easy to make, can he still need to purchase goods from the Western Yi?"

Hearing this, Liang Pengfei's face was filled with a strange smile and he said goodbye and walked out of the tobacco shop. "Young master is really a good temper. If someone looks at me with that look, go and smoke him in the morning." Bai Shusheng's temperament was like a real man, which was exchanged for Monk Chen's contemptuous gaze. Liang Pengfei ignored the two of them and continued to walk with his back with enthusiasm, thinking about the issue of cigarettes.

Although Liang Pengfei had seen local rebels' homemade cigars when he was doing business in South America, the cigars were made in cumbersome and could not be made in three to five months. Therefore, Liang Pengfei decided to focus on cigarettes.

After walking not far away, I heard the whispers and sobbing sounds not far away. When I looked up, there were many people around the roadside. Liang Pengfei, who was curious in his heart, also came to watch the fun. It would be fine if he didn't watch it. When I saw it, I couldn't help but be stunned. The bloody scene of selling one's body to bury his parents, which was often performed in TV series, was actually performed in front of Liang Pengfei.

However, this scene made Liang Pengfei feel sad because this was a real scene. Liang Pengfei could see the hand of the corpse covered by the straw mat, which was white and blue. The 15-6-year-old girl kneeling next to the straw mat was extremely haggard and looked at the hands of a middle-aged man holding a snack to watch the fun, swallowing her saliva with difficulty.

"It's been two days. If you put it like this, let alone these two children, you'll have to be afraid of even the corpse..." An uncle who was standing not far away from Liang Pengfei shook his head, looking like he couldn't bear to witness it.

"I'm 20 taels yesterday, but today I've reduced to 10 taels. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

"What do you mean? This little girl sells herself to bury her father. Can't she only offer Qinghuange? Others can't? What the hell is this world?" Liang Pengfei smiled coldly, and the corners of his eyes shone coldly. "What is Qinghuange?"

"The property of the Cai family, the chief businessman of the 13th Guangzhou Company, has already opened up. The people want to buy this person. The common people can't afford to offend the wealthy Cai family." Bai Shusheng raised his eyes and pointed at a seemingly bored strong man standing not far away. "I asked just now, that boy is the turtle slave sent by Qinghuange to visit the scene."

"Others are afraid, I'm afraid of being a slut. Doctor, give me the money." Liang Pengfei felt the blue veins on his forehead leaping, and blood was rushing towards him.

Liang Pengfei pulled out a silver note of 100 taels from the Bai Shusheng's hand, walked to the siblings, reached out and touched the little head of the boy with dark eyes, and showed the gentlest smile he thought: "What's the name of a little guy?"

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Chapter completed!