"How much is the tea leaves?" Ye Muran had an unconcealable fatigue in his eyes.

The person who rewarded trembled: "There is still a shortage of 70,000 kilograms."

Depend on!

Night slapped the table next to him, and several pieces of the table were immediately broken.

He was about to get angry when the butler suddenly ran in with a panic look on his face: "Young Master, Mr. Ye is here."

Ye Mu Ran’s face was even more worried, but he had to ask someone to invite Mr. Ye in as soon as possible.

After a while, Ye Yuan, who was over 40 years old, had gray temples and a medium-sized figure, walked in with a smile.

He looked in a good mood and probably didn't force him to deliver the goods.

"Mr. Ye, if you have any questions, just send the housekeeper to invite me over. Why did you come here in person?" Ye Mi Ran tidied up his clothes a little and ordered someone to serve good tea to welcome Ye Yuan.

"How dare you bother the owner of Young Master Ye." Ye Yuan is also a person who is good at everything.

The two of them were polite, and Ye Mi Ran took the initiative to mention the tea: "The fire was quite serious yesterday, and Ye Man Wai's tea..."

Ye Yuan suddenly laughed loudly and interrupted the nightmare: "I came for this matter this time. The warehouse of Ye Mansion recently purchased a batch of low-priced and high-quality white rice by chance. Unexpectedly, these white rice have filled my warehouse. At present, I have to rush to deal with this batch of rice in order to free up the place to store the tea you purchased here. I wonder if that batch of tea can be stored in the warehouse of the owner of Ye Shao Mansion for an additional ten days?"

Yesterday, Ye Yuan told him that he was anxious to ask for this batch of tea, and his warehouse had been vacant and was waiting for him to deliver the goods.

But why did he say that the warehouse was full of rice and he was not in a hurry to ask for tea?

There is something wrong with this matter. Could it be that Ye Yuanwai wants to sell the favor of the world's number one dealer?

No matter what it is, as a businessman, he had no reason to refuse the olive branch sent by others.

"Yes. In ten days, I will make a delivery on time." Ye Mu Ran smiled and received the love.

"Then I'll thank the young master Wanye first." Ye Yuan and Ye Muran chatted for a while, then stood up to say goodbye.

Night fell and ran up and sent Ye Yuan out of the mansion.

Outside the house, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, insects are singing and birds are singing, and the night wind is gentle.

Night Ran thought of what Ye Yuan said just now, and couldn't help but speak out: "I'm sorry, it's summer, and the Yellow River floods. Although there is no shortage of food around the capital, I haven't heard of where the food is abundant. I don't know where the rice Brother Ye bought? I'll take care of me."

"Trade Secret." Ye Yuan smiled mysteriously.

But suddenly he thought of Xin Jiefeng’s private explanation, so he patted Ye Muran on the shoulder: “I didn’t expect that Young Master Ye’s Manor Master Ye had such a good relationship with that. From now on, Young Master Ye’s Manor Master Ye would have to take care of his brother more.”

"That? Princess, Prince Xia?" It turned out that Mr. Ye did not send someone else a favor, but a huge favor.

But, who is this person?

Could it be Xia Ziluo?

Night Ran was thinking secretly, and then he saw Mr. Ye wave his hand: "How could they be compared with my life-savior?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Yuan suddenly covered his mouth, pretended to be inadvertently saying something, and said goodbye in panic.

The life-saving benefactor? Who is it?

After nightfall Ran sent Ye Yuan away, he hurriedly asked Tianlang to invite the butler.

The butler is a native of the capital and is familiar with the lives of almost all well-known people in the capital.

Sure enough, the butler really knew this Ye Yuan.
Chapter completed!