"Please enjoy your meal, gentlemen. There will be more dishes later." The waiter pretended not to hear the voice. He bowed and was about to leave with the tray.

The three constables grabbed their chopsticks and began to devour the food, but Xiong Dianshi grabbed the waiter's arm and said, "The wrong dish was served. We didn't order it."

Wang Bantou's chopsticks had already hit a lion's head. Hearing the sound, he withdrew his hand awkwardly, thinking that the Fourth Master was too straightforward. Couldn't he just finish eating first?

They can't let us spit it out, can they?

But then the waiter asked with a smile: "Are you officials from Kunshan?"

"That's right." Xiong Dianshi nodded. They had been staying in the store for some time and never avoided people when talking, so it was not surprising that their identities were known.

"That's right." The waiter smiled and said, "Don't worry, eat it, gentlemen. This is a gift from our boss."

"Is your boss a fellow villager from Kunshan?" Xiong Dianshi got to the bottom of it.

"No." The waiter shook his head.

"Is that a request from us?"

"I don't know either." The waiter shook his head again and said, "This is the order given by the boss just now. You should use it first and ask our boss directly when he comes back."

Xiong Dianshi wanted to say, "I won't eat if you don't understand." But when he turned around, he saw that the dishes on the table had been eaten up by his evil ghosts, leaving a mess.

He had no choice but to change his words: "Thank you very much in advance."

After the waiter left, he glared at the mean guys and said, "Don't you know how to give in to me now? It seems that the five-nut mooncakes are too unpalatable."

"Hey, Fourth Master, didn't you say there would be more dishes later?" Constable A was holding the plate, slurping up the soup, and eating with a disgusting look on his face.

Seeing this, Xiong Dianshi's appetite decreased greatly. He shook his head helplessly and muttered to himself, what on earth is this store owner up to?

~~

Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long before he saw the innkeeper leading in an old man with white hair, a ruddy face, wearing a brocade robe and a square scarf, dressed like a wealthy man.

As soon as they entered the inn, the old man asked loudly, "Where are our master Zhao Zhuangyuan's noble subordinates?"

"Excuse me, sir. I am your humble servant." Xiong Dianshi stood up and saluted with his fists clasped.

"Oh, this gentleman is really too polite. Why is he paying for a hotel room when he is already at home?"

The old man said, turning back to give the shopkeeper a look and saying, "How dare you take money from him?"

"I'll refund it right away, I'll refund it right away." The shopkeeper replied with an apologetic smile and cursed himself inwardly, "I'm just a bad-mouthed person."

"Excuse me, sir, what is your name?" Xiong Dianshi still didn't understand the situation.

"Hahaha, I was so happy that I forgot to introduce myself." The old man must have been drinking. He patted his forehead and laughed:

"My last name is Yu, and they all call me Yu Jiachang."

The person who came was Yu Jiachang, who was now a well-known figure in Nanjing City.

He is no longer the old man who used to eat porridge all day long in Manager Fang’s breakfast shop.

Of course, the other old man who lived on porridge had already become the governor of a province.

Compared to this, he still seems like an old man.

~~

"Uh..." Xiong Dianshi was quite surprised. Based on his ability to judge people, which he was proud of, he felt that this old man should be a gentleman with considerable influence in Jinling.

How could it be a small nail?

But the shopkeeper laughed and said, "Our Captain Yu is the most powerful captain in the world. All the dozen streets in the North City listen to him. And this Xiaocang Mountain is also under his control."

He went to give a holiday gift to Yu Jiachang today, and casually talked about Kunshan Dianshi, who was staying in his shop with a few officials.

Unexpectedly, Yu Jiachang simply stopped drinking and asked him to bring him to meet them.

The shop owner knew that they were poor and was afraid that Yu Jiachang would scold them for not treating their guests well.

Only then did he quickly ask the waiter to run back and prepare a decent table of food and wine for them, so that at least he could save face.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Yu Jiachang glared at the shopkeeper and cursed, "I'm just looking after the house for you, don't talk nonsense and kill me!"

"Oh, so you are from our Yanei." Xiong Dianshi understood.

"Yes, yes, that's right. I am Mr. Zhao's gatekeeper." Yu Jiachang didn't say anything and pulled Xiong Dianshi out.

"Come on, let's talk somewhere else."

Since he was a member of the county lord's family, it was not convenient for Xiong Dianshi to refuse.

Wang Bantou and his three subordinates who were eating without restraint hesitated for a moment, took a few bites of the food, and hurried to catch up.

~~

As soon as you leave the inn, there is a bustling street outside.

Shops are lined up on the wide and straight streets, and strings of lanterns of various shapes and colors are dotted in between, adding a lot of festive atmosphere to the Jinling Night Market.

Almost all the people shopping today are women, so the goods displayed by the vendors are also catering to the needs of girls.

In addition to the snacks and sweets that girls like, there are also all kinds of embroidered shoes with bright colors and exquisite patterns, as well as jewelry, jade, perfume and other items that are good value for money, which are very popular among girls.

Yu Jiachang stood on the street, took a deep breath of the sweet air, and asked Xiong Dianshi: "Sir, do you know the name of this road?"

"It seems to be called Zhuangyuan Street," Xiong Dianshi pointed at the brand new memorial archway at the street corner and suddenly understood and asked, "Is that built for our county?"

"That's right." Yu Jiachang nodded proudly and said, "Mr. Zhao is the first number one scholar in Nanjing in the 200 years since its founding."

As he said this, he pointed to the small Cangshan Mountain which was only an outline in the darkness and said, "In the beginning, our master was in seclusion there. I used to drive a cart every day to deliver vegetables and meat to him and the young master."

"I see." Xiong Dianshi hurriedly straightened his clothes and bowed solemnly to Xiaocangshan, then turned to Yu Jiachang and bowed, saying, "On behalf of the people of Kunshan, I would like to thank you, old man."

"Hey, why are you thanking me?" Yu Jiachang was stunned.

"The people of Kunshan rely on you for their lives. Since you have done a good deed to me, you have done a good deed to Kunshan," said Xiong Dianshi in a serious tone.

Yu Jiazhang was overjoyed when he heard this, but he didn't dare to take credit for it. He said, "We all work for the young master, so don't say that."

"I just heard from the shopkeeper that this street..." Xiong Dianshi's occupational disease of getting to the bottom of things came back again. "Are they all young masters?"

"This road was opened by the young master. Who do you think this street belongs to?" Yu Jiachang proudly led Xiong Dianshi through Zhuangyuan Street and came to Furong Lake.

He pointed to the lake surface under the bright moon, where countless pleasure boats reflected the red, and said to Xiong Dianshi: "This lake was also opened by our young master. The restaurants and shops by the lake, as well as this entire mountain, are all our young master's property."

"Oh my God..." Xiong Dianshi knew that the eldest master's family was very rich, but this was the first time he felt the Zhao family's wealth so directly.

Nature was greatly impacted.

"Last year, this place was just a barren mountain with no one living here." Yu Jiachang said this countless times, but he always sighed with emotion: "The young master was only fourteen years old at that time."

"It can only be said that he is a genius gifted by heaven." Xiong Dianshi suddenly understood why he always felt that the eldest master and the people around him seemed to revolve around the young master.

It turns out that it is not an illusion, but a fact.

"By the way, since you knew to come to Xiaocangshan, why didn't you come to find me or Manager Fang?" Yu Jiachang asked curiously.

"I didn't know that Xiaocang Mountain was the young master's property, otherwise how could we be in such a difficult situation?" Xiong Dianshi said with a wry smile. It turned out that he had been begging with a golden bowl in his hand.

"Oh, that's right." Yu Jiazhang was not surprised. "Our young master is a forgetful person."

"It's true." Xiong Dianshi was almost in tears. The young master was so rich, but he didn't give them any travel expenses.

Obviously, he was not stingy with the three pieces of jujube, but he just forgot about it.

"You are just on duty, how could it turn out like this?" Yu Jiachang was becoming more and more puzzled.

"Alas, old man, you don't know..." Xiong Dianshi told Yu Jiachang the whole cause and effect.

"The Xu family bullies us by taking advantage of their power, and there's nothing we can do about it. We can't report back to our superiors, and the result is like this..."

"Your Excellency is worrying too much. Although the young master is a noble man, he never lies. If he says he can get the person, he will definitely get him." After hearing this, Yu Jiachang laughed and said:

"Just put your heart at ease. Let's have a good time tonight. Tomorrow I'll take you to get the person back!"

As he spoke, he took him into a six-story restaurant that was brightly lit.

Four groups of huge red lanterns were hung on the eaves of the restaurant.

There are three bold characters "Very Fresh" on it, which are very eye-catching in the dark night.

"Wow, it's so delicious!" The reputation of Wei Jixian had already spread throughout the south of the Yangtze River. Wang Bantou and several constables had all heard of it.

"Is this also the property of our young master?" Xiong Dianshi changed the address unconsciously.

"Of course." Yu Jiachang smiled and nodded, "Today I will show you what the best delicacy in the world is!"

"Haha, that's great!" Xiong Dianshi showed a rare smile on his face. It's true that good food is never too late.

The three constables behind Wang Bantou were regretting their decision to the very end.

They ate too much just now and their stomachs hurt. How could they eat any more?

ps. The third update.