"'Old Monk,' it's getting late, and I should go home. If you need any help, you can come to Hongchen Pavilion on Shuiyun Street to find me."
It was almost evening. Lian Xing, who had spent most of the day at Jing Hua Yuan Snack Shop, said goodbye to Wu Chen and asked her personal servant Xiao Chun to carry a bunch of snacks and treats packed from the shop and got on the carriage back to Hong Chen Pavilion.
Perhaps it was because of the feeling of mutual admiration, although the two had only met by chance, Lian Xing had a very good impression of this love-struck monk, whom she had only met once.
Wuchen's unabashedly honest nature, full of laughter, anger, and swearing, was something Lianxing didn't possess. As a high-roller who had long been immersed in the world of pleasure, Lianxing had long since grown numb to the insincere flattery of his patrons, so numb that he had almost forgotten that he, too, was supposed to be a person with emotions.
Looking at the carriage that was gradually moving away, Wu Chen touched the twelve scars on his head and suddenly felt a little lost.
The world is so big, is there really no place for him, Wu Chen, to stay?
Although he had already decided to become the Third Prince of that awful marriage alliance, hadn't the Crown Princess of Laifeng Kingdom been established yet? Before that, let him enjoy this last moment of freedom.
He glanced back at the large shop sign, the five large cursive characters "Jing Hua Yuan Snacks" inscribed on it, giving Wu Chen an inexplicable sense of familiarity. It was strikingly similar to his cousin Su Mulige's handwriting, though slightly different from his memory: the characters on this sign seemed more majestic and imposing.
(Mu Lige: My silly little brother, of course. The young Mu Lige has grown up now, and his handwriting is naturally less childish and more steady.)
"Oh……"
"Could it be that ever since I met my cousin, I've started to feel like everything about him? This white dress is like that, and so is the shop sign."
Wu Chen smiled slightly.
"Flowers in the Mirror. Like flowers in a mirror, like the moon in the water. Everything comes and goes due to fate. Is that referring to me and my 'good sister'?"
Wu Chen stood at the door of Jing Hua Yuan Snack Shop, looking leisurely at the big shop sign above the door.
"Young Master, are you still here? I thought you had left with Young Master Lianxing." Zhang San, who came out to maintain order among the customers in line, greeted Wu Chen.
"Amitabha!"
"I do want to leave, but I don't know where to go for the moment." Wu Chen narrowed his eyes and sighed softly.
"By the way, Mr. Zhang, what are you doing?"
Wu Chen looked at Zhang San curiously as he maintained order in the customer queue while pasting red paper outside the shop door.
"It's like this, little master. Although our shop is doing a booming business, ever since the boss stopped taking care of things, we've been visited by some thugs and those with malicious intentions from time to time. I'm posting a recruitment notice!"
"Recruitment order?" Wu Chen looked puzzled when he heard this.
"Yes, I plan to hire two skilled guards to guard the shop, so that we don't have to worry about anyone causing trouble."
Trust the people you employ, and don't employ those you don't trust. Hua Qingcheng has delegated the management power to Zhang San. Now, he can make the decision directly on adding or removing staff in the store.
"Why bother?"
Wu Chen's lips curled slightly, and he stepped forward and tore off the recruitment notice Zhang San had posted. Money wasn't important; what mattered was that the food here was to his liking. He was worried about having nowhere to go anyway, so why not stay here and have some fun?
"Little Master, you?"
Zhang San was holding a brush dipped in paste. The paste even dripped onto his shoes, but he didn't notice it. He just looked at Wu Chen with a blank face.
"Zhang San, let me tell you this. I've just returned to secular life. My last name is Lao, and my given name is Zi. I'll take on the job of protecting these two guards!"
Wu Chen put his tongue against his cheek and touched the twelve scars on his shiny bald head, looking like a ruffian monk.
"Laozi? As two guards?"
Zhang San rubbed his chin and walked around Wu Chen twice, his face full of distrust.
"how?,"
"Don't believe it?"
Wu Chen first looked at Zhang San sinisterly, and then saw him walking towards the gate with his long legs.
Wu Chen simply placed his hand lightly on the chair at the door, and the chair creaked. As Zhang San and the other customers in line stared in amazement, the chair shattered into pieces.
“Great…Great…Great!”
Zhang San swallowed and exclaimed. His gaze towards Wu Chen also became blazing.
"How about it? Am I qualified to be your bodyguard?" Wu Chen curled his lips slightly, raised his eyebrows slightly towards Zhang San, and looked very ruffian.
"enough!"
"enough!"
Such a powerful person was more than enough to replace two people. He paid one price for a guard who could do the work of two people. It was really a good deal. So Zhang San immediately decided to use this monk who had just returned to secular life.
"But, old guard, you need to stay in the shop during the day, and live in the backyard to guard the shop at night. Two taels of silver a month, is that a problem?" Zhang San thought that with this guard guarding the shop in the future, he could go home earlier.
"Two taels of silver?"
Wu Chen, who had never had any concept of money, looked at Zhang San in a daze.
"It's quite a bit, old guard. Elsewhere, the maximum you'd get is one ounce of silver. I'm only giving you more because this job is quite dangerous. But with your skills, I think you should be able to earn this much easily."
Zhang San, who was talking to Wu Chen, looked at Wu Chen with a puzzled look, with a sincere expression. Although the boss gave him the power to employ people, he also had to consider the boss's interests in everything, and save as much as possible.
Although the monk in front of him, called "Laozi," was only a man, his martial arts skills were truly formidable. If someone with such impressive skills were to be hired to run a casino or something like that, he'd probably have to pay at least five taels of silver a month...
"Okay, let's do this!" Wu Chen said indifferently.
The amount of wages was not important to him; the most important thing was that he could eat delicious food every day. If he ran out of money, he would just put on monk's clothes and go out to "beg for alms."
Just based on the twelve master's symbolic scars on his bald head, wouldn't those who were "begging for alms" have to respectfully hold up silver and money with both hands to honor him?
Far away in Huaqiao Village, Hua Qingcheng had no idea that her shop assistant had recruited the "good brother" who was destined to be entangled with her into the shop as a security guard...
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