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Jin Weiwei pulled Little Rich Son to find a seat and smiled.

"Do you want to recover all the lost losses?"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at him with disbelief in their eyes.

Little Rich Son also turned to look at Jin Weiwei, and seeing her evil grin, he felt like a fox had come out of its hole.

"If you really have a way, then I can give you the second seat in the company."

Boss Wang rolled his eyes. "You really know how to boast."

Jin Weiwei ignored him and looked at Cheng Yu: "Do you want to, Young Master Cheng?"

"Stop trying to be suspenseful. You must have some sort of plan. Otherwise, you wouldn't be laughing so happily."

Cheng Yu said helplessly, as he looked over, his expression became cold.

"If you want to take all the losses back, I have a way. However, there is a risk involved. Would you like to hear it?"

She knew that if she were to speak of this matter directly, everyone would only reject her offer. At that time, it would definitely not end well.

"Because of the plague, everyone is stuck at the Lishui County and can't leave. If you don't think of a way, everyone will die here, and at that time, forget about a ship's worth of goods, even the treasures behind will be taken away by the Shangguan family."

Hearing that, the Boss Wang snorted: "What exactly do you want to say?"

When they looked at the rest of the people, they saw that they were getting impatient.

"Earlier, when the county magistrate found me and wanted everyone to come up with a solution, I came up with one."

Jin Weiwei paused for a moment, seeing that everyone was listening carefully, he said: "This method is to isolate the victims of the plague from the healthy people, sprinkle the lime, smoke the wormwood, and then study the medicinal herbs used to treat the plague."

"But the government has used up all its silver, and the court still doesn't know how long it will take. So I thought, why don't we all come out together and solve this problem? "

Right after he finished speaking, Boss Wang rushed to Jin Weiwei with his walking stick. If not for Little Rich Son's sharp eyes, Jin Weiwei believed that he would vomit on the ground.

"You really do want to!" Who earned the hard-earned money? If it wasn't money, would everyone be a fool? Take out money to buy your reputation! Jin Weiwei, you are too disgusting! "

Hearing this, Jin Weiwei almost did not return! F * ck you! Next time, could he finish listening to what she had to say before scolding again?

"I haven't even finished speaking, why is Boss Wang so agitated for, just a few times, do you think I would take someone else's money to buy my reputation?"

Jin Weiwei endured it, but he was still unable to hold it in.

He then looked at the crowd and said: "This time it's not about the collection, but the officials wanting to borrow money from us, we need the IOU. At that time, the ships of the merchant guilds, your goods, we will have the officials borrow money from you, and after all, being trapped in this Lishui County and not caring about anything else, you will all die.

Jin Weiwei sat on his seat and grinded his teeth as he smiled. He pretended not to see the enmity in the eyes of the people around him. Yes, she was blind!

Little Rich Son stretched out his hand to hold Jin Weiwei's hand, and supported him soundlessly. He should be thanking Weiwei, if it was an ordinary person, they would definitely not think too much, and once his father was done with it, the people from Lishui County should also be dead.

Cheng Yu raised his head to look at Little Rich Son, and thought of the last time he saw the jade thumb ring. Looking at the extraordinary temperament that Little Rich Son had now, it was likely that his identity was not simple, no wonder Jin Weiwei was so confident.

"Madame Jin, since you said that staying here at Lishui County will kill us, how do we know if the imperial government has given up Lishui County? "What if we pay money and build a place to isolate ourselves, then we can cure the plague?"

Cheng Yu's question was also what everyone was worried about. If they could pay for their own lives, why not, but who had the confidence to cure the plague?

"Yeah, who knows if we will die after paying the price? Madame Jin, this is a plague, not a flood! "

Her words were filled with ridicule and bitterness. She did not like Jin Weiwei ever since he entered the merchant guild, and regardless of her appearance, manner of speech or actions, she would flaunt her haughtiness and disdain.

Jin Weiwei looked towards the man, and realised that the woman's eyes were intentionally or unintentionally looking at Little Rich Son who was beside her, her eyes, could even be compared to the woman's.

Oh, what courage.

"What if I say I have a way to cure the plague?"

When these words were spoken, the entire hall was shocked. The silk-silk merchant's mouth crooked as he mocked: "Madame Jin, for your own reputation, you really don't need to pay any price!"

Hearing that, Jin Weiwei's cold eyes swept over her, his brows raised.

"You think I'm joking?"

Boss Zhuang was frightened by her gaze and shut his mouth.

"If you don't believe me, you can just ignore me. You can pretend that you didn't hear me. Anyways, everyone is going to die, right?"

With that, he ignored the angered gazes of the crowd and pulled Little Rich Son's hand, leaving the merchant guild.

"Weiwei?"

Hearing Little Rich Son's doubt, Jin Weiwei turned his head and laughed, "If this goes on, it will only make people think that I'm noisy, and won't believe me in the end."

Actually, Jin Weiwei felt a little guilty, she had the antidote to cure the plague, but she didn't know the prescription.

The people in the company would definitely give her money, but whether or not she could get her prescription out was already up to the question.

"Have we been sleeping in space recently for the sake of safety?"

After getting on the carriage, Jin Weiwei lifted the curtain and saw the depression on the outside, he softly said to Little Rich Son who was beside him.

"Alright."

The one who responded was Little Rich Son with a trace of doting voice.

When he returned to his residence, his nose was filled with the pungent smell of lime and wormwood. Jin Weiwei uncomfortably wrinkled his nose.

After finding the Pearl Jadeite duo, he discovered that they already had quite a few masks placed around them.

Jin Weiwei picked one up and passed it to Little Rich Son. Under his doubtful gaze, he put on a mask.

"What is this for?"

"To prevent bacterial infection."

Due to the mask, Jin Weiwei's voice was a little muffled, but one could still hear him clearly.

"Hmm? Bacteria? "

"It's to prevent the plague. Although it can't be completely blocked, it can still reduce the probability."

Seeing that Little Rich Son was still in a daze, Jin Weiwei immediately put it on.

It was probably because he had just put it on that it was stuffy, causing Little Rich Son to uncomfortably pull it a few times, but in the end, he was unable to take it off.

"..."

At night, Jin Weiwei carried Wen Mo into the space.

Little Rich Son frowned, his face filled with suspicions: "What are you thinking?"

"Don't be noisy, I'm thinking of a cure for malaria."

Jin Weiwei bit his pen and replied impatiently.

Hearing that, Little Rich Son did not speak anymore, and looked at the agate that had been hostile towards him for a long time, before carrying the bedding and going to make the bed.

"Howl!"

Agate followed Little Rich Son to his side and complained.

Little Rich Son looked at it strangely, then raised its neck. Why did he feel that this little thing was scolding him?

"Howl!" "Howl!"

The Agate which had been grabbed by the back of Fate's neck was desperately trying to pull towards Jin Weiwei's direction.