"Young master, what were you trying to say just now?"
The middle-aged woman also looked at Jing Zhe and asked.
"..."
Jing Zhe's face turned bright red.
He just revealed his identity; that was the ultimate show-off moment.
But now...
Jing Zhe hesitated for a moment, but then mustered his courage and said, "To be honest, Madam, I am A-Kun!"
"..."
The scene was silent for a moment, then erupted into chaos.
"Are you Ah Kun?"
"Another imposter!"
"Hehe, see what I told you?"
Immediately afterwards, disdainful and mocking words rang out.
"I really am Ah Kun!"
Jing Zhe raised his voice, expressing his dissatisfaction.
How can this be proven?
"..."
Having lived for so many years, this was the first time he had encountered such a difficult problem as how to prove himself. Jing Zhe was speechless for a moment.
"Look, if you can't even prove it, what makes you think you are?"
"This person has been suspicious all along; I noticed it the moment I walked in!"
"How could someone as slender and tall as Young Master Kun be him?"
Jing Zhe was furious and roared, "Then I'll write a poem for your Drunken Dream Pavilion, that should prove it, right? Let the scholars in the city verify it!"
After saying that, he started racking his brains, trying to find a poem of high quality—at least not worse than the previous one, but with a fitting artistic conception—to prove himself.
"Young master, there's no need to trouble yourself."
Just as he was deep in thought, the middle-aged woman stepped forward and said, "Even if you could make it, we don't have enough money to buy it. I think it's unnecessary."
Between Jing Zhe and the glamorous woman, the middle-aged woman naturally preferred to trust the woman more, since she was one of her own.
Since they have described what Young Master Akun looks like, anyone who isn't blind can tell the huge difference between the boy in front of them and Young Master Akun. Asking him to write a poem is simply a waste of time.
Moreover, I heard that Young Master Kun is a guest of Young Master Lin, so now there's probably even less chance of getting to know him.
The middle-aged woman, in a bad mood, turned and went upstairs after speaking, waving her hand, "Yuexiang, close the door and see the guest out!"
"Yes, Madam!"
"..."
...
"What the hell kind of place is this?"
"I have a deep-seated malice towards pretentious people!"
"No wonder they couldn't beat Chunshui Tower!"
Jing Zhe left Zui Meng Lou grumbling and decided never to set foot in that wretched place again.
His original plan was to make ice and sell it to Chunshuilou, which would be a direct sales method, eliminating middlemen and saving him a lot of trouble.
After falling out with the madam, he decided to sell to Zuimenglou as a second-best option. It would also be a direct sale, and it would also annoy Chunshuilou, killing two birds with one stone.
However, after his defeat at Zuimenglou, he made up his mind to stop doing direct sales and switch to direct retail.
Once he sells his reputation, others will be begging him for help!
He was sullen the whole way, which scared Hanhan so much that he didn't dare to say a word.
Fatty and his team were very efficient. Jing Zhe thought that it would take at least a day to transport such a full house of saltpeter, but when he got home at noon, all the saltpeter had already been brought back.
Fatty and the others were resting on the doorstep when they saw Jing Zhe return, and immediately stood up.
"Young Master, it's all been transported!"
"Excellent, excellent!"
Jing Zhe nodded, "As expected, you guys are the professionals!"
Fatty smiled and asked curiously, "Where did the young chieftain go?"
"Oh, I went to Chunshui Tower."
"Chunshui Tower?"
Fatty and the others widened their eyes when they heard those three words.
"Oh, I went to Zui Meng Lou again!"
"Drunken Dream Pavilion..."
This time, Fatty Ball practically said it through gritted teeth.
We're carrying soil while you're going to brothels, and in broad daylight no less! You even went to two brothels! Is there no justice in this world?
The look in their eyes when they looked at the simpleton was filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.
Jing Zhe walked around the house, mentally calculating the work ahead and the amount of money needed.
He earned fifty taels from selling poems, but forty taels were spent on buying a house and saltpeter. He then bought mutton and wine, and now he has less than ten taels left.
The first pot of gold in retail is crucial!
Jing Zhe patted Fatty on the shoulder: "I thought you guys would have to work a whole day, but you finished in less than half a day. You must be exhausted! Since that's the case—"
Fatty and the others looked up at Jing Zhe, their hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys trembling: Was he going to take them to a brothel?
"Then you guys keep working this afternoon!"
"..."
Fatty promised that if Jing Zhe weren't the young chieftain, he would show him that his 200-pound butt wasn't something to be trifled with.
"What? You don't want to?"
Seeing that the group was in low spirits, Jing Zhe asked.
"..."
Still no response.
"Forget it, you can't handle it. Go back up the mountain this afternoon! I'll have Hanhan go and call some more people down!"
Fatty held his head high and didn't say a word, thinking to himself, "With this kind of work, I've wanted to go back to the mountain for a long time!"
"It's just a pity. I was planning to take you guys to a place that all men want to go tonight, but now someone else will have to go!"
Jing Zhe shook his head, looking regretful.
"No! Young Chieftain, you can do it! We can do it!"
"Yeah, this is nothing."
"The young chieftain tells us to do it! Anyone who doesn't will face our wrath!"
The group of people who had been listless just moments before were suddenly filled with enthusiasm.
"Okay, let's go eat first, then we can get back to work. After we're done tonight, we'll... hehehe..."
Hehehe…
The men wore innocent, goofy smiles.
"You can't tell my older sister when we go back up the mountain!"
"No, we know the rules, hehehe..."
Fat Ball assured him.
...
Jing Zhe's house was in a good location and had been uninhabited for many years. So when people suddenly appeared, it naturally did not escape the eyes of the surrounding neighbors.
After a simple lunch, Jing Zhe was stopped by the same shopkeeper as before when they passed by the watermelon stall.
"You bought this house?"
He gestured towards the opposite side with his chin and asked.
"yes."
"Great, that's a lot of money! What are you planning to do with it?"
The waiter casually inquired.
"Similar to what this place sells, they also sell some summer cooling items."
"A summer cooling treat?"
The shopkeeper's eyes widened. "My young master has bought up all the melons in the city. What can you possibly sell to beat the summer heat?"
Jing Zhe chuckled: "Do you sell mung bean soup?"
After hearing his explanation, the waiter's tension vanished, and he sneered twice, "Mung bean soup is something you can just make at home. Who would be stupid enough to come out and buy it? Besides, what's the point of making money on something that costs only one penny a bowl?"
"We don't sell mung bean soup for one penny, we only sell it for one hundred pennies!"
Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper assumed that Jing Zhe was deliberately mocking him, since he had just sold him a watermelon for 100 coins the day before.
"One hundred coins? Go sell them! If you can sell even one bowl, I'll take your surname!"
After saying that, the waiter stormed into the house.
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