The Shi and Di families seemed to have reached a consensus.
"Boss Lu, this question of yours is too tough. Both of us have abstained. If it's a draw, you can just ask the third question!" Shi Geng said.
Boss Lu smiled and said: "I will only ask these two questions in total. If you don't have the courage to pick up this copper coin from the oil pan, I won't rent anyone in this shop." Jiang Du looked aside and said: "No rent. "Okay, it's better not to rent, so as not to cause trouble every day..." Shi Geng said coldly: "Aren't you kidding us? Who dares to fish out this boiling oil pan? Boss Lu, I can tell you, this If Shi and Di can't rent this shop, no one else can rent it!" Di Peng said, "Yes, even if someone dares to rent your shop, I, Di Peng, can guarantee that his business will be successful. Don’t go down!”
"This..." Boss Lu quickly asked Song Che for help.
"Tsk, tsk, how difficult is it to withdraw money from a frying pan?" Song Che laughed, rolling up his sleeves and walking out of the crowd,
"To be honest, I once learned the magical skill in Zen Buddhism, which is known as the 'iron sand palm'. I can wash my hands in molten iron and fish for gold in an oil pan. It's very easy."
"Hey, are you crazy?" Nangong Yue hurriedly grabbed Song Che's clothes and said,
"In addition to knowing how to cultivate men and women, when did you ever learn the magical skill of 'Iron Sand Palm'? Stop making trouble." Song Che shook his head and said confidently: "I have practiced many magical skills, of course you don't know." He walked to the oil pan. In front of him, he confirmed again: "Boss Lu, Jiang Dutou, the two young masters, fellow villagers, if Song can really take this copper coin out of the oil pan, this shop will be mine. Do you want to give me a certificate?"
"Master Song, you are an outsider, so you won't be like this!"
"Yes, how much is a shop worth? If your hand is blown to pieces, you will be disabled for life!"
"These southerners want money rather than their lives!" Most of them expressed disbelief, dissuasion, and worry.
"If you really dare to grab the copper coins from the oil pan with your hands, the owner of this shop will give it to you!" Shi Geng said generously.
Di Peng also said: "But we agreed in advance that if your hand is blown all over and you become disabled, you must not rely on all of us." Song Che spread his hands and motioned to watch my performance.
Seeing his Qi Luck Dantian, he made a hand gesture, shouted loudly, and put his hand into the oil pan.
"Ahhhh..." Stirring and stirring, finally! Fish out that copper coin! Everyone present held their breath and stared in shock!
Jiang Dutou hurriedly stepped forward to take a look, and exclaimed: "Except for some redness on his hands, they are really intact? This high official, don't you feel pain?" Song Che shook off the hand.
"Oil stains," he said proudly, "Song has already made it clear that he has practiced iron sand palm, so how can it hurt?" He threw the copper plate away,
"So, Boss Lu, Song will accept your prosperous shop?"
"In this case, it should belong to Boss Song——"
"Wait a minute!" Shi Geng retorted: "You Lu Facai, how dare you join forces with charlatans to deceive others! Do you still want to gain a foothold in Chang'an City?!"
"I don't believe it either!" Di Peng stared at Song Che,
"You must be playing some kind of trick. You can do magic stick tricks, and jugglers can do it!" Song Che smiled coldly,
"So you two can't afford to lose?" He pointed to the still rolling oil pot and said to Shi Geng and Di Peng: "If you two bosses don't believe it, you can also test it with your bare hands. No one will stop you. .”
"Yeah, don't just rely on your mouth? Even if someone is playing tricks, that's called skill. If you have the guts, you can try it out!" Nangong Yue and the Song family's guys took the lead in making noises in the crowd.
Shi Geng and Di Peng are stunned in seconds!
"Hmph, I have so much money, how can I bet against a charlatan like you? If the bet is right, it will only expose a liar. If the bet is wrong, my hand will be gone. This business is obviously not worthwhile. Di Peng was the first to retreat and looked at Shi Geng intentionally: "Shi Erlang, aren't you always very courageous? This opportunity to expose the scam is given to you." Shi Geng stared at the rolling oil pan and swallowed his saliva. He glared at Song Che,
"What a great move, White Wolf with empty gloves, I'll count on you today!" Then he waved his hand,
"Let's go!" Both parties left with their employees. There was no excitement anymore, and the crowd dispersed.
Jiang Du patted Song Che on the shoulder and sighed: "I don't know whether I should thank you or remind you. All in all, doing business in Chang'an City is not easy. You should take care of yourself..." Song Che smiled lightly, and he continued a few times. He was calm and composed even in a big scene involving 100,000 troops and horses. How much trouble could the two Chang'an families make?
After discussing the store lease with Boss Lu and agreeing to sign the lease tomorrow, Song Che and others also left Dongshi together.
"Brother-in-law, is there really nothing wrong with your hand?" Liu Xiang'er held Song Che's palm and looked up and down, feeling surprised.
Nangong Yue muttered: "No wonder you are so good at martial arts. I didn't expect you to secretly practice Iron Sand Palm..."
"If you want to know the answer, why not give it a lick? It still smells like it." Song Che smiled and extended his hand to Nangong Yue.
Nangong Yue blushed, clapped his hand, and added:
"Hate".
"I'll lick it!" Liu Xiang'er held Song Che's hand and licked it back and forth, smacking her tongue and spitting: "What...what does this smell like?" Song Che squinted and smiled: "Well, it's you. Sister Nangong’s smell.”
"Song Che!" Nangong Yue's face instantly turned red to her ears.
"No, no," Liu Xiang'er pursed her tongue.
"It's sour, sour, a bit astringent, like vinegar."
"Yes, it's the mature vinegar." Song Che said with a smile: "Even if you are a master of iron sand palm, you can't withstand deep-fried food. I asked Boss Lu to pour a layer of hot oil on the mature vinegar. The vinegar only needs to be heated to the point of boiling water. Half of it will boil and roll, and the hot oil will rise up against the surface, making it look like a frying pan, and the oil on the surface can mask the smell of vinegar, so you can only lick it, but not smell it.”
"That's it! Brother-in-law, you are so smart! But..." Liu Xiang'er approached Nangong Yue and sniffed.
"Why did you just say that the smell of vinegar is that of Sister Nangong? She obviously smells good, and why can you smell her on your fingers?" Song Che squinted at Nangong Yue and smiled so strangely ,
"What do you say?" Nangong Yue glared, raised her sleeves to cover her shame, and ran forward as if running away.
"My stomach suddenly hurts. I'm going to go to the hut..."
"The older a woman is, the weirder her personality is, isn't it, brother-in-law?"
"Yeah yeah……"
