Chapter 1720

The servant gasped and swallowed his saliva before saying, "Sir, the cotton padded clothes of Zhang... House have been sold, and now they have been spread all over Chang'an."

"What?"

Zhao Xian's face changed slightly and slowly put down his tea cup.

He had heard of Zhang Feng making clothes with white stacks long ago.

At the beginning, I laughed at Zhang Feng. I didn't expect that he really did it. It's really a little unexpected.

After thinking for a while, he looked up at the servant and asked, "how about Zhang's cotton padded clothes?"

The servant quickly bowed his hands and said, "the cotton padded clothes in Zhang's house are selling very well. They will be out of stock soon. Moreover, they have been praised by countless people as what God gave to benefit the Tang Dynasty. Now many people are rushing to Zhang's house to rush to buy them."

Hearing this, Zhao Xian frowned deeper.

He clenched his right hand and began to walk in the lobby, thinking to himself.

As a businessman, it's his nature not to get up without profit. Zhang Feng's cotton padded clothes are now widely rumored. If there are rumors, it's undoubtedly profitable to start in time.

But

It's all rumors. It's a loss.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered the Academy. Zhang Feng would not do such a thing that would damage his reputation if he could build a Academy.

Moreover, in his capacity, if he really did this kind of thing, he could hardly have a foothold in Chang'an in the future.

Zhao Xian suddenly turned around, waved his big sleeve and said directly, "inform the accounting room, withdraw half of the money, and let the housekeeper take people to buy Zhang Feng's cotton padded clothes. The faster, the faster."

The servant nodded and ran out.

Zhao Xian took back his eyes and began to walk in the lobby with his hands on his back. He kept saying, "since you decide to buy, you have to buy more. This money is not enough. You have to go out and borrow some money to buy all the cotton padded clothes of Zhang Fu."

With that, Zhao Xian walked to the door.

At this time, the door of Zhang's house was crowded. At a glance, it seemed as if it could not see the edge.

Pushing empty cars and taking money, Qi Qi looked at the house.

"Why hasn't president Zhang's cotton padded clothes started selling?"

"Yes, I'm worried. I brought 300 Wen today and am going to sell some to my mother-in-law, aunt and children."

"I brought 500 Wen. I can change hands if I buy too much."

Just when everyone was full of expectation, the door of Zhang's house opened and a man came out. It was the housekeeper Du Wisteria.

Du Wisteria first arched his hand at the crowd, and then said with an ugly face, "I'm sorry, everyone. Today's cotton clothes have been sold out. Please come next time."

As soon as the voice fell, it attracted a burst of resentment from everyone.

"How did it sell so fast?"

"The money I prepared has no place to spend?"

"That's outrageous."

People make complaints about it. After a while, they saw that Zhang had no cotton padded clothes.

From time to time, there were all kinds of discussions in the huge crowd, whispered a thin man.

"Have you heard that someone 'brought' some cotton padded clothes from Zhang's house."

"Hold the grass, how do you know?"

"I have a relative who works in Zhang's house. He heard about it."

"What are you waiting for? Hurry to find your relative and buy some cotton padded clothes."

With that, the man was about to pull the tall and thin man away.

"No, why should I take you?"

"I can give you money."

With that, the man handed the money to the tall and thin man.

The man took over, nodded with satisfaction and took the man to speed up his steps.

The speaker didn't mean to, but he spread the news.

In an instant, the news reached the ears of rich families in Chang'an.

They are all gearing up to buy this batch of cotton padded clothes.

However, it's not so easy. The cotton padded clothes have been bought out by Niu Weili, Zhang Shan, Qian Tong and others. They have to sigh at Zhang's house. They just secretly expect that the next cotton padded clothes sales will come soon.

Gold falls in the West and jade rabbit rises in the East.

At this time, there was a curfew in Chang'an, and there were few people in the street. Only the watchman beat the bangs.

"Bang..."

"It's safe at midnight

When the watchman passed by, a group of soldiers in new combat clothes came to the street with steps.

They are soldiers patrolling Chang'an City and patrol irregularly every night.

It's just past midnight. It's time for them to patrol.

When they passed, a narrow house suddenly lit up. It was strange that three or five people could be seen.

In the house, there were five people sitting around the table. They were all tall and fierce. The head had a scar on his face, which made people very uncomfortable.

These people are spies sent by Turks to Datang. They are specially responsible for spying for information. They usually have no important information and rarely meet.

"Chief, I just heard that the dean of Bailu Academy in Datang invented a kind of clothes. After wearing them, they can't breathe and feel the cold in winter."

"What?"

As soon as the head's scar face changed his face, he slapped his palm on the table: "old five, have you ever inquired clearly that Datang really has such a good thing?"

The man called old five nodded to confirm.

Seeing this, scar's face showed a cruel smile: "how do people in the Tang Dynasty deserve to have this kind of divine thing? This kind of thing should be owned by our noble Turks."