"Yi Rou, do you remember three months ago when I said I had a way to get them to willingly continue looking after the shop for us?"
When An Yirou came over to hand over the work, An Zhengzheng asked her a question.
Looking at the account book in her sister's hand, An Yirou leaned closer to look: "I remember, what's wrong? Is it related to the account book?"
“No, not at all.” An Zhengzheng closed the ledger. “I’ll take you to see it.”
After all, An Yirou is going to inherit the Hundred Women's Pavilion in the future, so she needs to be trained.
The two sisters were about to go out when they met An Qinghuan in the hallway.
She was leaning against the swing reading a storybook.
"Where are you going? I want to go too."
"Shall we go to Dongfeng Ferry?"
"go."
An Zhengzheng's eyes swept over the book in her hand.
The book he was reading was a martial arts novel about seeking immortality and subduing demons. This book was also available in the library of the Siyue Sect, and it was a storybook for men to pass the time.
When An Qinghuan first arrived, she was reading romance novels about love between men and women.
Dongfeng Ferry.
Hu Jiu sat in front of the counter. He quite liked being here; at least he could eat his fill and wouldn't go hungry one day and full the next.
If it weren't for Miss An imprisoning them, this kind of work would usually be done by people in the Foundation Establishment stage. After all, there aren't many people like them who can't endure hardship and can't calm down to cultivate. Most people can cultivate to the Foundation Establishment stage in the sect.
Generally, those in the Foundation Establishment or Golden Core stages have no hope of returning to immortality.
Nearby, Zhao Liu and Long San had already fallen asleep while chatting.
Hu Jiu chewed on the spirit fruit and then looked at the secondhand books in the shop, wondering which female cultivator wanted to sell them.
"cough."
"Take a look at whatever you have, this shop... ah!"
As soon as Hu Jiu saw An Zhengzheng come in, he rushed over as if he had seen a ghost and shook the other two awake.
"Wake up, wake up! Crazy...she's here."
Zhao Liu and Long San were startled awake; their eyes were wide open.
“Master…” Long San got up, trembling, “We just rested for a bit and just fell asleep. Really, Dong’er just brought us food. She can vouch for that.”
"It's alright."
An Zhengzheng led them in and sat them down in the rest area of the shop.
Zhao Liu and the other two quickly followed. They didn't dare to sit, and were slightly hunched over while standing.
"You've all done a great job these past three months."
Zhao Liu nodded quickly: "Not at all, not at all."
Long San bowed repeatedly, saying, "It's my duty, it's my duty..."
Hu Jiu responded with two "uh-huhs".
The scene immediately fell silent. An Zhengzheng wasn't in a hurry; she simply glanced around casually.
Zhao Liu said nervously, "Miss, we really know we were wrong. How long are you going to keep us imprisoned like this?"
They really didn't want to stay in the shop anymore.
No rush.
An Zhengzheng spread out the ledger and then asked An Yirou to calculate the income of Dongfengdu this month.
"A total of nine thousand and eighty-two low-grade spirit stones."
An Yirou had already learned the magic of accounting; it was An Zhengzheng who gave her the book list. Now, she only needs to cast a spell and chant an incantation to know the quantity.
Zhao Liu and the others were stunned. So this is someone from a family of cultivators? They're so powerful.
An Zhengzheng asked, "What's our bottom line?"
“It’s eight thousand nine hundred yuan.” An Yirou frowned and deliberately lowered her voice, saying, “We oversold it by one hundred and eighty-two yuan.”
The prices of elixirs and talismans are in a standardized market, and most of the bargaining is done on the price of the ritual implements.
“Young lady, we’ve done our best. You asked us to sell at a higher price, but we couldn’t ruin your shop’s reputation. This is the best we could do.”
Zhao Liu said cautiously.
When they first came to look at the shop, Long San yelled at a customer inside, and suddenly a sword made of sword spirit appeared in the magic circle.
Long San was so frightened that his attitude softened.
They really didn't dare to provoke An Zhengzheng.
"Yes, thank you for your hard work." An Zhengzheng said kindly, "Dongfeng Ferry is under the jurisdiction of the second boss. Let's see what the second boss has to say."
The second boss was naturally An Yirou.
An Yirou stood up straight with a stern face, and spoke in a lower voice.
Her expression really does resemble An Zhengzheng's.
My sister said that when doing business, you shouldn't appear too naive or innocent; you should act like a second-in-command.
An Zhengzheng and An Qinghuan were secretly laughing their heads off at her expression. She had practiced all sorts of little expressions along the way, all for this moment.
“You sell the goods, and we take 20% of the profits.”
An Yirou coughed twice and expressionlessly took spirit stones from the counter to give them to them: "One hundred and forty-five low-grade spirit stones, round up and add one more."
"Take it, why wouldn't you take the money?"
Zhao Liu quickly took it; even a small fly is still meat, and the rest of them needed to eat after going out.
An Yirou handed them over again: "This is from the first two months, and they took 20% of it. It's 350 in total, and I'll round it down for you."
"There are still three months' wages left, including food and lodging. Since your cultivation levels are low, each of you will receive five hundred low-grade spirit stones per month."
"This...is all for us?" Long San was stunned, and Zhao Liu and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.
They accepted them one by one, reluctantly.
The weight in my hands was substantial.
Back when they were still in the sect, the disciples' monthly benefits consisted of only thirty low-grade spirit stones and some pills. To earn spirit stones, they could only rely on their own cultivation to make finished products and sell them.
It was very hard work. They weren't human cultivators seeking immortality, so they couldn't endure hardship at all. That's why they were expelled from the sect and ended up stealing chickens and dogs everywhere.
Now they just sit in the shop, sheltered from the wind and rain, and they even get food and lodging.
Hu Jiu found it strange: "You're really not lying to us?"
"If you don't want it, you can give it back to me."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Zhao Liu slapped Hu Jiu, "Don't talk nonsense."
He was somewhat respectful and fearful of An Yirou: "Please don't be angry, young lady."
"Um."
"So...can we brothers leave now?"
"Let's go." An Yirou waved her hand.
He turned around and went to talk to An Zhengzheng and the others.
Zhao Liu and the others thanked him repeatedly, exchanged glances, and prepared to leave.
But just before leaving, Hu Jiu suddenly grabbed Zhao Liu.
He whispered, "Listen."
"Let's go with this standard. The courtyard behind Dongfeng Ferry is empty, so we can raise some spirit animals there."
An Yirou said, "Normally, hiring someone who can manage a shop wouldn't cost more than two thousand low-grade spirit stones, and it doesn't include accommodation. Our conditions are considered pretty good."
They were discussing hiring someone to watch over Dongfeng Ferry.
"Why aren't you leaving yet?" Long Er looked at Zhao Liu and the others with a puzzled expression.
Then look in the direction they are looking.
"Don't tell me you're planning to stay here." Ryuji was really bored to death.
Hu Jiu scratched his head: "Zhao Liu, what do you think?"
Zhao Liu was very afraid of An Zhengzheng, but he still refused: "No, that female demon is too scary."
"But where can we go?" Hu Jiu asked. "We were whipped before, and we mortgaged the house to get medicine and pills. We've run out of money. What are we going to do?"
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