Chapter 38 Spend a Splurge

Style: Historical Author: Dreaming about mountains and riversWords: 2028Update Time: 24/01/12 05:15:33
Seeing Shen Qingci pick up the ruler again, the hero Qin Feng didn't want to suffer the immediate loss and just ran away with oil on his soles.

"Damn it! A woman's words can't be trusted. The more beautiful a woman is, the less trustworthy she is!"

Qin Feng clasped his hands behind his back, his face full of resentment, feeling that his simple and simple heart had received a critical blow of ten thousand points. He just wants to take care of his sisters, what's wrong with that? I always feel targeted by everyone.

Seeing Qin Feng's face full of regret, Shufeng poked Xiao Xiangxiang and whispered: "Actually... the young master has indeed reached the age to talk about marriage. If you don't care about others, he will make a lifelong decision at the age of thirteen or fourteen. Even if you can’t marry a wife, you can just take a concubine first.”

Hearing the word 'concubinage', Xiao Xiangxiang couldn't help but think of what happened this morning, and her face turned red instantly: "Huh?! Oh, that's right... too."

Qin Xiaofu followed Qin Feng. Ever since Qin Feng punched the Cheng Mansion and kicked the Li Mansion and became famous in Kyoto, Qin Xiaofu had been smitten. If Qin Feng didn't like men, he would have wanted to go into the house to sleep with him at night. .

"Master, where are you going?"

Qin Feng was annoyed and said angrily: "I'm very unhappy now, so I can only spend money to relieve my worries."

Hearing this, Qin Xiaofu's eyes suddenly lit up. As the young master's loyal and loyal son-in-law, the benefits are inevitable. Not only did he earn a hundred taels of reward in Qingya Pavilion just now, "Young master, you want to spend money? That's a good relationship. It’s just that there are no brothels on this street, so money is not spent wisely. It’s better to go to the street. I heard that two newcomers have come to Yihong Tower. In your words, they are both sexy and missing.”

Qin Feng kept walking and raised his fingers at Qin Xiaofu. When he came over, he hit his forehead with a bang.

I can't cure those girls, so I can't cure you?

Qin Xiaofu covered his forehead and smiled calmly: "With this knock from the young master, I suddenly feel that my ears and eyes are all connected."

Shufeng and Xiaoxiangxiang couldn't help but roll their eyes when they looked at Qin Xiaofu's flattering face.

Qin Feng clasped his hands behind his back and walked like a veteran cadre. While patrolling the streets, he taught earnestly: "Can you spend money the same as I spend money? Someone spends money, and even gold and silver can be lost, but I spend money." The more you spend money, the more you get. As the saying goes, money begets money."

Qin Xiaofu didn't know anything about business, and he couldn't figure out Qin Feng's whims. He only knew that what the young master said was correct.

As a businessman, Qin Feng naturally has to be honest. If he wants to destroy Zuixian Tower, he must destroy it.

When the chain catering industry is launched, it will monopolize the entire top catering industry in Kyoto and only make money from those high-ranking officials. This will be a pretty good side job.

Of course, besides making money, there are deeper considerations.

A mere Zuixian Tower is nothing, what matters is the second prince behind it.

Although the second prince is currently flirting with Tobe, everything is possible before the bride enters the bridal chamber.

Once Zuixian Tower collapsed, it was difficult for the second prince not to pay attention to Qin Feng. Although the second prince will hold a grudge against Qin Feng in the short term, as the old saying goes, there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests. As long as you can get in touch with the second prince, your merits will be immeasurable. As for the ending, Qin Feng doesn't care much.

Anyway, even today's saints point to Qin Feng to help him make money. No matter how valuable the second prince is, isn't he more valuable than a saint?

How bold a person is, how productive the land is.

The more you are intimidated, the more you will be reprimanded. This is an ancient and unchanging truth.

At this moment, Qin Feng slowly stopped and his eyes fell on a restaurant not far away.

There is a plaque reading "Wuhu Restaurant" hanging high on the door. It has three floors, which is very impressive.

It's a pity that it's so close to Zuixian Tower and it's almost crowded. It's crowded and the shopkeeper is sitting at the door playing with flies.

"This is it."

Qin Feng looked at this restaurant that was on the verge of bankruptcy. He liked it no matter how much he saw it. He immediately walked into the lobby and squinted at the absent-minded shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, can we talk about a business?"

As a well-known dandy in Kyoto, the shopkeeper naturally recognized Qin Feng at a glance. He quickly stood up and saluted, and said in surprise: "Master Qin? Which wind brought you here?"

Qin Feng didn't have time to waste time with him and went straight to the point: "Is the boss here?"

The shopkeeper nodded and bowed: "It makes Master Qin laugh. I am both the shopkeeper and the boss."

The shopkeeper's surname is Chen. He is not a local. He relied on his ancestors' savings to build a restaurant in Kyoto. It was once prosperous. However, since the start of Zuixianlou, the Wuhu Restaurant has become more and more miserable. Now it can't even hire a shopkeeper. No, the boss can only go into battle in person.

Qin Feng directly took out a stack of silver notes and photographed them in front of the shopkeeper. He looked around the restaurant with his eyes and said absently: "No need to count, one hundred thousand taels, I bought this restaurant."

The shopkeeper didn't recover for a long time. He thought he was dreaming. He bit the tip of his tongue and realized it was true. He was completely confused.

Could it be that Master Qin has money to burn? This Wuhu Restaurant is just a shell. Looking at it horizontally and vertically, it is not worth a hundred thousand taels.

Qin Xiaofu's jaw dropped to the ground. He looked at the banknote in the shopkeeper's hand, then at Qin Feng, and pinched his thigh hard. This hurt! Feeling distressed!

"Master, do you have any misunderstandings about making money? One hundred thousand taels to buy this crappy place? I'm afraid you'll have to pay for your underwear." Qin Xiaofu risked his life to remonstrate. He really couldn't bear to part with the one hundred thousand taels of silver. How much would this cost? Only the descendants of officials can fill the gap?

Although Shufeng had been with Jing Qianying since childhood and was well-informed, Qin Feng's generosity still refreshed Shufeng's knowledge.

"Master, if the young ladies find out, they will inevitably have to fix you again. You should think twice, that is one hundred thousand taels of silver! Except for first-class officials, few important ministers in the world can have a salary of one hundred thousand taels a year." It’s silver.”

These words reminded Qin Feng, and he immediately turned around, looked at the three of them, and threatened: "Whoever dares to report to me will go back to his family and serve him!"

The three people looked at each other and said in unison: "What is the family law?"

Qin Feng pointed at Xiao Xiangxiang and said to Shufeng: "Ask her, she knows that she has to suffer it every morning."

Qin Xiaofu's eyes lit up. This was a great opportunity for him to improve his status: "Master, what about me? Please take care of me."

Qin Feng quickly distanced himself from Qin Xiaofu, otherwise he would have thought he was as good as Long Yang if he didn't know it. After all, these days, some so-called literati are just 'fashionable'.

At this juncture, the door of the restaurant was already crowded with people.

After all, Qin Feng's action of taking the banknote just now was seen by many people. It was passed down from one person to another, and people who liked to join in the fun naturally flocked to it.

Looking at the thick stack of silver notes in the shopkeeper's hand, he was filled with anger.

"One hundred thousand taels of silver? This shabby restaurant is worth so much? How come such a good thing doesn't happen to me?"

"This restaurant is worth ten thousand taels of silver!"