Chen Xian, accompanied by the women of the Chen family, soon arrived at the food street.
Before long, a large crowd had gathered at the food street.
The surrounding vendors started talking about it.
"Hey, have you guys heard?"
I heard someone recently in the square near the wall that pork is bad for people's health because it's considered a cold food.
Yeah, yeah, I heard about it a few days ago, but I didn't take it seriously, since nobody pays attention to one or two people anyway.
I'll just ask you if that braised pork dish smells good, and that's it.
Even some meat vendors in our town are now seeing their pork prices drop from 24 wen per jin to only 20 wen per jin.
It's only been a few days.
That's terrifying.
At this moment, some astute merchants began to look at the Chen family, their gazes carrying a profound meaning.
Someone mustered up the courage to ask.
"Mr. Chen, did you already know that eating too much of this is bad for your health, which is why your family has recently started selling chicken?"
Chen Xian replied seriously, "Anything in excess is bad for your health; everything in moderation is harmful."
They all smiled and looked at him without saying a word.
The vendors' eyes held a faint gleam of admiration.
If you didn't know the dangers of pork, would you switch to selling chicken?
I don't believe it was really because Zuixianglou forced them.
Tao Ran Ju used the same tactics to pressure the Chen family back then; look at how they resolved it.
The past events are still vivid in my mind.
Two flowers bloom, each representing a different branch.
...
When Wei Yihong first heard that pork was cold in nature and that eating too much of it was bad, he scoffed and didn't take it to heart.
Then I panicked.
Something's not right.
Why are there so many messages everywhere saying that eating pork is bad?
The waiters who were originally working as waiters all stood outside the restaurant and began to solicit customers.
"Hey buddy, come try our braised pork at Zui Xiang Ju! It's really delicious, and it's on sale today, only 20 coins a serving instead of 24."
The diner looked disgusted and waved his hand.
The guy tried to explain, but the other person ignored him and turned away.
Wei Yihong stood at a distance, opening his mouth as if to say something, but then didn't know what to say and just stood there quietly.
Wei Guang also returned. He was originally calm, but when he saw Wei Yihong's gloomy face, he realized that Wei Yihong's expression was dark.
He quickly looked distressed.
“I asked the bosses in town who buy local pigs recently, and they all said they don’t plan to buy any more recently.”
"Can't we even sell it to them for twenty coins?"
"They said they wouldn't dare accept 15 or 18 coins even if offered 18 coins now."
The price of pork has dropped so much that they're unsure if even if they buy it for 15 coins, it will fall to 10 coins per pound.
"Shameless! Insatiably greedy!"
In my mind, a figure vaguely appeared. Could this matter be controlled by Baiweilou?
"I only found out yesterday when I was inquiring about the news that the young master of Baiweilou and Manager Qian had secretly stockpiled a batch of pork, planning to sell it to some merchants when the price was high."
But now, unexpectedly, there's a problem with the pork, and the meat they have is stuck with them.
I estimate everyone will lose several hundred taels of silver.
Wei Yihong suddenly realized, "If that's the case, then it definitely wasn't Manager Jiang of Baiweilou who did it. He wouldn't be so stupid as to throw his own money into the water and ruin himself, would he?"
That would be stupid.
Could it be him?
Then he shook his head again.
"If we can't sell them, we'll keep them and raise them ourselves. I don't believe that the price of pork won't rebound in a day, two days, or three days. Does that mean that all the people in Daxing Town don't eat pork?"
Is that really possible?
Wei Guang opened his mouth to try to persuade him, but then he thought, given his position, what right did he have to offer advice?
Wei Yihong: "I asked you to find someone to post the message about eating pork in the small square. Did you do it?"
"Yes, yes, I asked someone to write it, but the messages were like a glass of water mixed into a lake. Nobody cared whether the pork was poisonous or not. It seems that everyone was fanatical and no longer cared whether the pork was cold in nature."
What they cared about was merchants desperately making money; somewhat...strangely, they harbored resentment towards merchants!
Wei Yihong was stunned. How could this be?
Does nobody care about the truth anymore?
"Yes, everyone joined in the revelry, cursing the merchants. Not only the butcher shops, but also the grain shops and cloth shops were cursed by these bored people."
It was like venting…
Wei Yihong frowned. "Let me think about it!"
...
Chen Xian went to Baiweilou.
Manager Jiang, upon hearing that Chen Xian was coming, quickly come over to greet him.
"Mr. Chen, I've recently encountered a lot of unpleasant things."
My silly son also conspired with someone to make a fortune through reselling, and he even told me he wanted to make a lot of money! He wanted to prove himself.
Alas, what a misfortune for our family!
Chen Xian listened to his rambling.
"Young Master is truly a remarkable person. There's no need to take it to heart. Although it's quite noisy over there in the small square, things will eventually turn around when they reach their extreme."
Manager Jiang was unsure of Chen Xian's intentions.
"Those bored people have gone mad. They're attacking merchants, saying they're accumulating wealth and making money without any regard for the lives of ordinary people. They've gone from cursing meat stalls to grain stores. It's absolutely terrifying."
Chen Xian: "People are quickly attracted to new things. These things have always existed, but they have been accumulated and fermented through the pork incident."
For example, the fishing incident back then.
He was in high school at the time. When he took a sip of Ice Dew, he was criticized by some angry young people in the school. It was a brand of the "Free Breathing Nation".
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