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Chapter 2206 If they dare to come, I dare to bury them!

The White Lotus Venerable has left with the remaining "colorful eggs," and Ouyang Zhong, Helian Rongguang, and Zhang Deyi have also departed.

Only Xiong Mengyan didn't leave.

Chili even made sarcastic remarks, but Xiong Mengyan ignored them.

Yuan Zishan told Chili that as long as Xiong Mengyan didn't take any drastic actions, they should do as they pleased. She was confident and had a strong sense of self-assurance.

If Feng Jiuxiao develops feelings for Xiong Mengyan, she will immediately cut ties! Either cut off Xiong Mengyan, or cut off Feng Jiuxiao! However, she would be more inclined to beat Feng Jiuxiao severely! Although it's common for men to have multiple wives and concubines, she doesn't accept it! Feng Jiuxiao can only be her man! The matriarch can only be her, Yuan Zishan!

As for Xiong Mengyan, Yuan Zishan would not rashly harbor any murderous intent!
Besides Xiong Mengyan, there was also Chang Zijin next to her!

Even if killing Xiong Mengyan wouldn't elicit a reaction from Feng Jiuxiao, what about killing Chang Zijing? Feng Jiuxiao would definitely not remain indifferent! Chang Zijing is someone who has traveled thousands of miles with Feng Jiuxiao and weathered storms together!

He hardened his heart and killed Chang Zijing, and Feng Jiuxiao eventually forgave himself. But who can guarantee that there won't be a second Chang Zijing? What if there's another Zhang Zijing? Or another Li Zijing? Killing is not the best policy! The best strategy is to subdue the enemy without fighting!

Men are like sand in your hand; the tighter you grasp them, the faster they slip away!

The best way to preserve sand is to hold it in your hands!

If a man wants to fly, then let him fly! No matter how high the kite flies, it's okay, as long as you hold the kite string in your hand! You have to loosen it when you need to, otherwise the string will break if it's too tight!

This is Yuan Zishan's great wisdom!

Since the goal was to get thoroughly drunk, Pang Shiwu wasn't concerned about the price of the barley wine, but rather the quantity. Everyone was there to get drunk, not to savor it!
"Boss, how much liquor do you have?"

Losang smiled and held up two fingers.

Pang Shiwu's heart sank. "Two jars?" Twenty catties wouldn't be enough to drink! Big Wolf could easily down ten catties by himself!
Losang smiled and shook his head. "Twenty jars! Two hundred catties!"

Pang Shiwu immediately felt relieved and laughed, "That's enough!" Then he asked, "How will it be sold?"

Losang laughed and said, "The market price is 230 taels per jar! I'm only selling it for 150 taels per jar!"

Chili cursed inwardly: This Tibetan merchant is so cunning! He's making it sound like he's been ripped off when the price is ridiculously high! But she didn't react! She had just learned from Yuan Zishan that she shouldn't steal Pang Shiwu's thunder in front of outsiders! Whether the wine was expensive or not was a question Pang Shiwu should answer!
Losang wasn't worried at all that the other party would change their attitude!

Although the price of barley wine was outrageously high, he was certain that the other party would not be surprised! When he mentioned that he could earn 100 taels of silver per jar of wine, none of these young men and women showed any surprise at how expensive the wine was. Instead, they expressed doubt that such expensive wine could be found in a place like this. Therefore, Losang was certain that these "rich Han Chinese youths" would not care about the price of the wine!
Without such certainty, how could he dare to recommend it!

This wine was originally exclusively supplied to Garanji Temple, meaning he couldn't sell it to anyone else!

The so-called "others" refer to other nobles, lords, and high-ranking lamas.

He knew that Garanji Temple couldn't possibly consume all the alcohol they bought, and would definitely have to distribute it! It turned out that Garanji Temple was indeed engaging in a monopoly! By forcing him to sell only to them at the source of production, and by compelling buyers in the market to purchase only from them, they were playing a very clever game!

They bought low and sold high, ultimately selling a jar of barley wine that cost only thirty taels to produce for an astonishing two hundred and thirty taels! It was estimated that the Garan Temple made a net profit of one hundred taels per jar! The barley wine was renamed "Snowy Plateau Divine Nectar"! In their advertising, "Snowy Plateau Divine Nectar" claimed to use "heavenly water" bestowed by the Snow Mountain Goddess—pure, holy, and full of divine power!
At the same time, the Garan Temple is blessed with the aura of the Holy One, so although the wine is expensive, it is in high demand and short supply among the upper echelons of Tibet!
If you can buy a jar of "Snowy Land Divine Elixir" from the Garan Temple, you will not only receive the blessing of the Snow Mountain Goddess, but also the protection of the Holy Venerable. Why not?
The reason why Losang dared to sell to Feng Jiuxiao and the others was because he knew that these Han people would leave Qingtang City tomorrow, and that these people did not understand Tibetan and would not reveal his secret of selling "prohibited alcohol" without authorization!

Another reason, of course, is profit! He even joked that, in Han Chinese terms, he was blinded by greed! There's also a Han Chinese saying: "A fool wouldn't make money if he could!"
Feng Jiuxiao said, "Why do I feel like you're taking a risk by selling us this wine?"

Losang was taken aback, deeply shocked! The white-robed youth's gaze was piercing! He immediately chuckled, "I dare to sell, but you, young master, dare not buy?"

Feng Jiuxiao laughed: "I just want to verify one thing: whether this wine is exclusively supplied to the Garan Temple!"

Losang laughed, a laugh like a lone wolf, both cunning and sinister. "Yes!" Although the Garan Temple had made him money, the lamas there showed him no respect whatsoever!
Every time I come to Qingtang, it doesn't feel like a customer placing an order; it feels more like a master giving orders to a servant. There are no smiles, no pleasantries, only cold, hard numbers!
Two hundred taels of silver were deducted from every payment received!
Therefore, selling it to someone else now is, in a sense, a silent protest against Garan Temple!
You won't let me sell it to others, but I'll sell it anyway!
Revenge succeeded! A triumphant smile spread across his face!

Feng Jiuxiao smiled and said calmly, "Then let's go to the bar, boss."

He chose a seat, sat down, and fell into deep thought.

Everyone took their seats, and seeing that he didn't speak, they all remained silent as well.

A moment later, Losang led three Tibetan youths, each carrying a jar of "Snowy Land Divine Elixir," for a total of four jars, weighing forty catties.

Pang Shiwu broke the silence, "Brother, what are you thinking about? The wine is here."

Although Feng Jiuxiao remained expressionless, Pang Shiwu sensed a subtle worry in his eyes that was difficult for outsiders to detect. Feng Jiuxiao said, "Shiwu, you said that almost all the heroes of the world have gathered at the shores of Qinghai Lake. Why haven't the people from Garan Temple appeared? Does the Holy Venerable not take the Peng Egg seriously?"

Pang Shiwu was taken aback. "You're thinking of the Holy Venerable? I thought you were thinking of Liu Miezhou!" He then said with certainty, "Does the Holy Venerable dare to come to Qing Tang City?"

Feng Jiuxiao asked, "Why doesn't he dare to come?"

Pang Shiwu scoffed, "How many of his disciples have we killed along the way? Why didn't he come when we were wreaking havoc in Qing Tang City? If he had come earlier, he might have joined forces with the Great Wizard and given us a terrible beating!"

Feng Jiuxiao said, "It is said that the Holy Venerable and the Great Wizard are not on the same page. If he had a good relationship with the Great Wizard, he would have led all the disciples of the Mahayana Maitreya Sect out long ago! The Demonic Sect has developed 100,000 followers in Chengdu. I estimate that the Holy Venerable of the Mahayana Maitreya Sect has no less than 1,000 disciples, right?"

"Probably not."

"So, besides being wary of us, there should be another reason why they didn't come: the conflict between him and the Grand Wizard must have escalated to the point of 'it's either him or me.' It's already commendable and quite benevolent of them to let him die. If they were to kick him while he's down or stab him in the back, the Grand Wizard would be dead if he didn't die!"

Pang Shiwu said, "Brother, I feel like you're worried about something. Is something on your mind?"

Feng Jiuxiao leaned closer and whispered, "I have a feeling that at least one of the Holy Venerable and the White Emperor might come to Qing Tang City!"

Pang Shiwu was startled: "They really dare to come?"

Feng Jiuxiao said self-deprecatingly, "People die for wealth, birds die for food! Isn't the allure of the Heavenly Roc's colorful egg enough?"

Pang Shiwu patted the blood-stained sword at his waist, his face revealing a murderous intent: "If they dare to come, I dare to bury them!"