"Sir, this is the situation, what do you think..."
In the Huixian Residence, Punishing Shopkeeper recounted the entire morning’s events, how Mo Yan refused to trade the Secret Technique and Mo Yongshou sought them out on his own initiative. He anxiously watched the patriarch who had been making him anxiously excited these past few days.
"Hmm, interesting!" Resting the Jade Bone Fan on his smooth and handso chin, Yan Junyu’s narrow eyes glistened with a fox-like cunning. "However, one thousand Liang is not enough. Tomorrow, bring ten thousand taels and repeat today’s words, and have him leave so evidence."
"Ten thousand taels—" Punishing Shopkeeper was shocked, failing to understand why the patriarch would do this: "Sir, this Mo Yongshou clearly wants to make a fortune without lifting a finger, using this as a trap to set up his cousin. We haven’t even caught a glimpse of that Secret Technique, and I’m afraid ten thousand tael silver will just be wasted. It’s not worth it!"
In his opinion, no matter how good the Vegetable Secret thod was, it was only useful for growing vegetables. Compared to the other assets of the sir, it was as superfluous as a chicken’s rib. Rather than expending so much energy and silver coin on a Secret Technique, it would be better to open another Huixian Residence!
Yan Junyu did not explain but elegantly turned around, smiling amiably at Punishing Shopkeeper, the sharpness in his eyes fleeting.
Punishing Shopkeeper shuddered, all too familiar with that look—it was a sign of scheming. He hurriedly lowered his head, daring not to harbor any further doubts.
Yan Junyu’s smile grew wider, clearly satisfied with his understanding: "Do as I say, and if you do well, you won’t have to be banished to Mangzhou for the New Year. If not... your eighty-year-old mother won’t be allowed to stay in Jing City either!"
Punishing Shopkeeper silently shed tears of bitterness for himself. His face was that of extre misery, like that of a young woman who was forced into prostitution by a harsh madam.
After bullying his subordinate, Yan Junyu was in a good mood. He ordered several dishes and instructed Punishing Shopkeeper to tell the kitchen to prepare them.
Punishing Shopkeeper took note, realizing that four out of the six dishes were vegetarian and couldn’t help but speculate in his mind. The patriarch never enjoyed a al without at, and loathed vegetarian dishes. Could it be that Mo Family’s vegetables had suited his taste, which was why he wanted them so earnestly?
Yan Junyu, unaware of his subordinate’s wild thoughts, leisurely opened his Jade Bone Fan and fanned himself, his jet-black hair dancing in the wind, adding a touch of ethereal laziness to his deanor.
If Mo Yan were here, she would definitely scornfully mock: Show off!
Punishing Shopkeeper twitched the corner of his eye while looking at the fan. Despite being a refined and noble gentleman with the deanor of the World Family elite, his preferences were indeed questionable.
On the fan was painted two vibrant peonies, with equally flamboyant butterflies flitting over the blooming flowers. This might be suitable for a lady, but on a man, it presented a beauty that was hard to look at directly!
...
The next day, by Si Shi, all the vegetables were sold out. Mo Yan and Lin ng were ready to take the carriage back after packing up.
Mo Yongshou and Mo Yonglu did not rush to get on the carriage as they usually did: "Yan girl, we brothers have so matters to attend to and won’t be joining you."
Upon hearing Mo Yongshou’s words, Mo Yan felt it was strange because both n used to eagerly follow Lin ng and the others just to save a few coins on carriage fare.
eting Mo Yan’s puzzled gaze, Mo Yonglu involuntarily retreated a couple of steps, his heart fluttering with uncertainty.
Mo Yongshou’s heart tightened, worried that she might detect sothing, and hastily pulled Mo Yonglu away without looking back.
"Little boss, I feel like there’s sothing off about those two!"
Xiong’s frowned as she looked at the hastily departing figures of the two n.
"Yesterday was the sa, he left without tidying up his things, and just now he looked guilty again. Could it be that he’s caused so kind of trouble?"
Mrs. Zhou speculated in agreent.
Mo Yan thought over the actions of her two brothers today, and quickly recalled how Mo Yongshou had been distracted in what he did. She had previously thought it was due to the unpleasantness from yesterday’s incident, but now it seed it might not be so simple.
However, she couldn’t confirm what the matter was, and since the person in question had run off without a trace, all she could do was say, "Let’s not worry about them for now, let’s just wait and see for a couple more days."
"Hmm!"
Everyone nodded in agreent, secretly deciding to keep a closer eye on these two brothers for the next few days. The group temporarily set aside the matter and returned ho, chatting and laughing along the way.
...
In the tea house, Mo Yongshou stared blankly at the stack of silver notes presented before him, his hands trembling as he took them, and when he saw the hundred-tael silver notes on top, he felt as if his head had been hit by a mountain of silver, dizzy and disoriented.
He counted carefully three tis, and there were actually a hundred notes in total!
Mo Yongshou could hardly believe it, feeling as if he were in a dream, with only three glistening words in his mind: I’m rich!
"Third brother, have you counted it clearly? How much silver is there, exactly?"
Mo Yonglu, who was illiterate and had never seen a silver note before, also knew that there would be a lot of silver this ti, and he couldn’t help but bump Mo Yongshou.
Mo Yongshou ca back to his senses but didn’t answer his question, instead, looking at the self-assured shopkeeper sitting across the tea table, sowhat puzzled, "I wonder why Punishing Shopkeeper would give so much?"
You ask , whom should I ask?
The Punishing Shopkeeper roared inwardly, struggling to bear the pain, trying his best not to look at the thick stack of silver notes, "If this old man can successfully obtain the secret technique, it certainly would be worth this much!"
The implication was clear—if he couldn’t get it, the young man had better watch out!
Unfortunately, Mo Yongshou was completely blinded and muddled by the ten thousand tael silver, not pausing to think any further!
He accepted the Punishing Shopkeeper’s explanation and contentedly tucked the ten thousand taels of banknotes into his chest pocket, which bulged prominently. He pressed down on it again and again until it felt natural.
Seeing this, the Punishing Shopkeeper said nothing but pulled out a contract from his sleeve and said, "The old man has already given the silver, but since the secret thod has not yet been obtained, you must sign this contract, otherwise the old man cannot rest assured!"
Mo Yongshou was sowhat displeased, but he knew he had no choice but to sign, so he took the contract and glanced at it, only to see it written that he promised to sell the Vegetable Secret thod to the Huixian Residence for ten thousand liang of silver and other such terms.
This was a sche he and the Punishing Shopkeeper had hatched together, so he believed that the Punishing Shopkeeper wouldn’t betray him. Thus, he added his own na and pressed his bright red fingerprint onto the docunt!
With the deal successfully concluded, Mo Yongshou, now carrying ten thousand taels of banknotes, and Mo Yonglu left the tea house triumphantly.
The Punishing Shopkeeper looked at the contract in his hand and laughed sarcastically: He just did not know who ended up being sched against this ti!
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