"Have you figured it out yet? Have you figured it out yet?"

Amidst the anxious urging of Huan Yi and others, the total figures for today's gains were finally released.

Looking at the astronomical figure, Zhang Erhe couldn't help but swallow hard. "Grand Commandant, today's revenue in the city... has reached a staggering nine million three hundred thousand coins!"

"The main sources are auctions, casinos, theaters, and the Dream of the Red Chamber..."

The wicked man wasn't surprised at all by this income ranking. Casinos, brothels, and theaters were men's sanctuaries!

Needless to say, casinos are like gambling with everything you have; no one can walk out of there laughing.

The Red Mansion and the theater were even more outrageous. With his slight design, these face-conscious officials, nobles and wealthy merchants would definitely not be able to resist spending thousands of gold coins just to win a smile from a beauty.

Especially... the desire to compare!

"I've got it figured out, I've got it figured out perfectly!" The wicked husband chuckled softly, extremely satisfied with the various methods he had copied.

"More than nine million coins, the actual value of which is equivalent to one or two years of our Qin state's taxes, right?" Huan Yi's voice trembled slightly, and the hand holding the wine cup shook uncontrollably.

As someone who witnessed it firsthand, the excitement he felt was beyond words!

"This is just the beginning. There will be a period of calm afterward. Once the reputation has spread far and wide, that's when we'll really start making money."

The wicked man smiled, got up and left, leaving everyone with a majestic silhouette.

The next morning.

The wicked man suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of anger and irritation in them, wishing he could take a knife and chop down all those who had disturbed his sleep.

He sat up in bed, took a few deep breaths, and managed to suppress the murderous intent in his heart.

"Erhe, Zhang Erhe, damn it, call someone to help me change my clothes!"

Zhang Erhe, who had arrived early to wait outside the room, smiled bitterly upon hearing this, knowing that his wicked husband was sulking because his sweet dreams had been disturbed. He thought to himself that he must not provoke the Grand Commandant today.

Zhang Erhe dismissed the maids, worried that they might be afraid of his angry husband and thus fail to serve him properly, which would only make him angrier.

Therefore, he personally carried a washbasin and a cloth, quickly pushed open the door and entered, respectfully responded, and then carefully helped the wicked husband get dressed.

The wicked husband's anger seemed to dissipate slowly as the robes gradually covered him. He took a deep breath, straightened his collar, and regained his usual dignity.

"Why is it so noisy in the city so early in the morning?" The wicked husband's voice still revealed a hint of suppressed anger.

Zhang Erhe said in a low voice, "It's all because of those barbarians. They were trading in the city before dawn, disturbing the Grand Commandant's sleep. They truly deserve to die!"

"oh?"

"Let's go for a stroll in the city, hahaha, let's see if our VIP is satisfied!"

The wicked husband became interested, and his anger dissipated considerably in an instant. The rapid change in his expression left Zhang Erhe somewhat dazed.

"Come on, what are you standing there for?"

Seeing Zhang Erhe standing there dumbfounded, the wicked husband raised his hand and slapped Zhang Erhe on the back of the head.

Despite the pain, Zhang Erhe couldn't help but complain, "Grand Commandant, your face changes too quickly. One second you looked like you were going to kill someone, and now you're not angry anymore?"

The wicked man glanced at him sideways and said, "We're in business, so we need to have the right attitude. The customer is always right. As long as the money is right, I'll stay up all night for you."

"Let's go!"

Having said that, the wicked man turned and left.

Zhang Erhe followed closely behind, and the two walked out of the room. Sunlight streamed through the corridor windows and fell on them, adding a touch of warmth to the morning.

The wicked man's steps were steady and powerful, each step exuding confidence and pride, as if the entire city was under his control.

They walked through the bustling streets, the wicked man's eyes sweeping over every corner, observing the changes in the city.

The vendors greeted passersby warmly, while the passersby selected their favorite items from the various stalls.

The city was bustling and prosperous, already resembling the scene the wicked man had originally planned, which filled him with a sense of pride.

"Grand Commandant, you see, this is all thanks to you," Zhang Erhe said in a low voice, his eyes full of admiration.

The wicked man smiled slightly, offering no reply, but a hint of satisfaction flickered in his eyes. He knew this was only the beginning.

He wanted to make this city the most prosperous metropolis in Qin and even the entire world, and he would be the creator of all of this.

As they continued on their journey, the wicked man's thoughts drifted into the distance.

He began to think about how to further consolidate and develop the city's economy and how to sustain its prosperity. It would be a long and complex process, but he was prepared to meet any challenge.

The two walked and stopped intermittently when suddenly a commotion reached their ears in the distance, attracting the attention of the wicked husband.

"Erhe, go and see what those barbarians are doing there."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Erhe immediately rushed over, pushed through the crowd, and came to the front to find out what was going on.

Two young men from another ethnic group were arguing, their faces red and necks thick, pushing and shoving each other, clearly engulfed in a heated dispute.

Just as Zhang Erhe was about to step forward to stop the two and ask them why, he saw the wicked man striding over, his imposing figure immediately silencing the surrounding crowd.

The wicked man glanced at the two foreign men and asked in a calm voice, "What happened? Why are you making such a fuss?"

Upon seeing that it was the wicked husband himself, the two men immediately stopped arguing. One of them stepped forward and explained, "Sir, I have traveled a long way from afar, hoping to make a fair trade here. But this man is trying to force me to buy the goods just because I touched them."

Upon hearing this, the wicked man frowned slightly and looked at the other person with hostility. Forced buying and selling is strictly prohibited, and this person dared to break the law on the very first day.

So he said in a deep voice, "The essence of trade lies in integrity. I, the Grand Commandant, have long ago said that buying and selling is a matter of mutual consent. How can you expect someone to pay just because you touched them?"

The man showed no fear, staring directly at the wicked husband, "I have followed your rules, but are my rules no longer rules?"

"This item was meticulously crafted by our artisans. He can look at it, he can ask questions, so why does he insist on touching it? If his sweaty hands damage the patterns, who will be responsible for my loss?!"

The wicked man raised an eyebrow, surprised that this man would have the audacity to act so boldly in front of him. Could it really be some untouchable treasure?

His eyes fell on the items displayed on the stall, and his face instantly darkened. "Do you think I, the Grand Commandant, can't hold a sword, or is your head too hard to be cut off?"

To everyone's surprise, the foreign youth remained defiant, saying, "The world is vast and full of wonders, and customs vary greatly from place to place. How can you, Grand Commandant, so disregard our country's possessions?"

Good lad, you really haven't died before!