Yun Shou ate and took things.

After having a lavish meal, he also asked the restaurant for a hundred taels of silver.

The accounts were all recorded under the Qinghe Gang's name.

One hundred taels of silver, which weighs ten catties, can only fill a bottle of mineral water in terms of its density.

"The purchasing power of a hundred taels of silver is close to that of fifty thousand yuan in my previous life. One tael is equivalent to about five hundred yuan in purchasing power." Yun Shou weighed the small bag at his waist, the clinking of the loose silver pieces was particularly pleasant to hear.

However, several pairs of eyes were also cast upon them from the street.

Yun Shou was walking along the road when he turned into a small alley.

A young man rushed in right after him.

There was a soft "uh" and then the sound stopped.

"We can't let that kid take it all!" Another street thug rushed in.

"Hmph, even if you take it, you'll have to spit out most of it!" A middle-aged man with long, flowing hair brandished a dagger as he walked into the alley.

"..." The fourth person stopped at the entrance of the alley.

Something's not right. Is it too quiet inside?

Were the three of them peacefully dividing the spoils?

The fourth man was a little scared. He pressed his body against the wall and peered into the alley.

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Suddenly, a hand reached out, grabbed his hair, and pulled him inside.

A brief "No!" finally rang out from the alley, but the "Yes" was only uttered halfway before it abruptly stopped.

The fifth and sixth people: "..."

They let out a strange cry, took several steps back, and ran away.

After a while.

Yun Shou probe: |?ω?｀)

"Is there no one else? I remember there were more than just these people following behind."

"...Looks like there's really no one left." He walked out of the alley in disappointment, behind him four men lying sprawled on top of each other, their eyes rolled back and foaming at the mouth.

“The local thieves are too cowardly. They didn’t dare to follow after only losing four. You deserve to be petty thieves for life.”

Yun Shou shook the small bag, the sound even more pleasant than before.

"Money begets money is indeed a wise saying. In just a short while, my hundred taels have produced more than a dozen smaller ones, and I still have more than a hundred copper coins."

In the afternoon, Yun Shou unexpectedly saw an acquaintance.

He chuckled and walked over, putting his arm around the other person's shoulder.

"Oh my, isn't this our Manager Zhang?"

Manager Zhang, who was originally in charge of collecting fish in Qinghe Village: "..."

His cunning businessman's smile was more like a grimace as he opened his mouth and uttered three words: "Gang, Gang Leader."

Yun Shou punched him in the face: "You have no manners! How dare you call me gang leader?!"

The gang members accompanying them, transporting the fish: ? ? ?

If I don't call you gang leader, then what should I call you?

Shopkeeper Zhang's nose was bleeding, a third of his molars were loose, a third had already fallen out, and the remaining third had been swallowed.

But he still had to smile. Who would have thought that the little brat who had been obediently handing over his catch just a few days ago would become a high-ranking martial arts master in the blink of an eye, taking away Xu Ruohai's bird's nest position...

"Then how should I address you?"

Yun Shou punched him in the right eye socket again: "You should call me Chief."

Shopkeeper Zhang, with a bruise under his eyes, bowed and scraped: "Master, is there something important you need me for?"

"It's nothing. I was just so busy beating up Mu Jian and Xu Ruohai yesterday that I forgot to beat you up, so I just made up for it." Yun Shou waved his hand: "You can go now."

"Yes, Master."

"Wait a minute." Yun Shou called out to him again, and with a thud, punched Manager Zhang in the left eye.

Shopkeeper Zhang was on the verge of tears, his eyes swollen shut: "Master, what have I done wrong again?"

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"Ah, mainly it's asymmetrical, it's uncomfortable to look at." Yun Shou coughed lightly, "Besides, you're a merchant who comes to the city to sell goods. If people see that one of your eyes is swollen, they'll think that someone dared to beat up our Qinghe Gang's transport ambassador, and that would be a disgrace to me."

“Now it’s different. You can say that your puffy eyes are genetic.”

Shopkeeper Zhang: "..."

He gave a thumbs up: "As expected of the gang leader, your thinking is truly far-sighted. I'm impressed!"

Yun Shou nodded in satisfaction: No wonder he became the manager, he's a talented person, he knows how to get along with people.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing." He called out to Manager Zhang and his group as they walked away, "Return to me all the ten coins you've been swindling from me every day for the past two years!"

The gang members who were transporting the fish noticed that Manager Zhang, who had seemed perfectly fine until just moments before, had suddenly become much more hunched over, as if he had aged twenty years.

"There's one more thing. You have to make up for the daily expenses for candied hawthorns for Ji Kangnian and his wife, Wang Changnian and his son, and Song Xiaohu!"

Manager Zhang was even more hunched over, his gait like that of a wooden tree, as if he had aged forty years.

"One last thing, I have a batch of bills at 'Xiaoya Restaurant,' you need to make up for them for me, don't use the company account, fill them out yourself!"

Manager Zhang... seemed to have been buried. The gang members hurriedly lifted him up, but it was as if they were supporting a lifeless corpse.

"Yes... Master..." Manager Zhang replied hoarsely, as if a corpse were speaking.

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Yun Shou left satisfied.

……evening

"My lord, you could try attending the night market tonight."

The largest intelligence organization in the Three Kingdoms period: Jin Feng Lou.

The branch manager, known as "Thirteenth Master," offered advice.

"A completely new, universal, master-level martial art that won't be pursued by existing sects is extremely rare."

Yun Shou, wearing a mask and platform shoes, spoke in a buzzing voice like a wasp in disguise: "The martial arts manual is just a copy. As long as you have a copy, there will be no shortage of supplies."

“That’s right, sir.” Thirteenth Master nodded: “But you only have one hundred and twelve taels plus forty-six copper coins, and you still want to buy a master-level martial arts manual?”

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