Wanjin Lady

Chapter 87: The Grass on the Wall
The person in charge was named Liu, in his early forties, with a thin build, dark skin, and bright eyes, giving him a shrewd look.

Wen Wan heard that everyone below him respectfully called him Boss Liu.

It is said that this Liu Gang leader is the helmsman of the canal transport from Pingxian County to Bingzhou. He is a man who has connections in both the black and white worlds and is a very powerful figure.

"Shopkeeper Wen... you made a lot of money this time, didn't you?" Gang Leader Liu's eyes fell on Wen Wan's face. Seeing that she was not as stingy as Zhu Wang and was very happy to give money, he felt a little more favorable towards her. "I'm just curious, how did you come up with the idea of ​​going to Bingzhou to collect grain? There's always been famine in that place!"

Wen Wan signed and sealed the document, pressing her fingerprint before explaining with a smile, "My father said that when I was a child, a wandering Taoist priest told me my fortune and said that I would have good fortune in this life and that I would be successful in everything I do."

Gang Leader Liu didn't believe it and said with a smile, "You must have heard the news better than others!"

Wen Wan smiled without saying anything, and pushed the pile of silver in front of her towards her, "Please count it."

Liu Hui smiled generously, "I trust Miss Wen."

While they were talking, someone nearby took the silver and put it into the warehouse without counting it.

Boss Liu stared at her with a smile, as if he was sure that she had a powerful backer, and was very polite to her.

How can you travel all over the country without a keen eye?
"I've heard that the Wen Family Winery in Ping County has a new, incredibly capable woman in charge. Today, I see that Manager Wen is truly extraordinary. We brothers spend all day floating on the river, with no other hobbies than enjoying a few sips of good wine. I've got to save a few dozen jars of next year's Bifang wine from the Wen Family Winery for you, Brother Liu!"

Wen Wan certainly didn't refuse the obvious intention of making friends. "It's a deal. I'll personally send you to the dock when the time comes!"

"Shopkeeper Wen is so generous!"

Old Man Wen was listening at the cabin door and couldn't help but frowning: How come he didn't know about this wandering Taoist priest?

Yes, he is tight-lipped and can fool people, and he has some of the courage he had when he was doing business.

Wen Weiming was about to go over to ask what was going on when he heard Yuan Jing's voice shouting from the shore again, "This is mine! My food!"

Wen Wan had already opened the curtain and walked out. Both father and daughter looked towards the shore. Yuan Jing, for some unknown reason, had gone mad. He stopped in front of the cart they were pulling to deliver the food, pointing at Wen Wan and cursing, "You stinky bitch, all this food is mine! The hemp rope on it has the mark of my Cheng family on it!"

Yuan Jing understood at this moment, his mind went blank, his eyes red, "You went to Bingzhou to collect grain!"

Wen Wan curled her lips and sneered.

Not bad. I've finally turned a corner.

Ma Changshun was very anxious. He saw Yuan Jing and Zhu Wang in Bingzhou City. Although he bought the grain in a fair and honest way, he knew that less trouble was better than more. When he came back, he deliberately avoided the boat of these two people, for fear that they would see him causing trouble for the young master. Unexpectedly, he was discovered by them after all.

Ma Chang immediately raised his voice, "Master Yuan, please don't—"

A cold female voice interrupted him.

"Young Master Yuan went to Bingzhou to sell grain, and I went to Bingzhou to buy grain. What's wrong with that?" Wen Wan raised her chin slightly, her eyes smiling. The woman stood on the deck, her tone gentle, but inexplicably with a sense of aggression, "Buying Young Master Yuan's grain is a coincidence, proving that our two families are destined to be together."

Yuan Jing was speechless.

He gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently. After his mind became confused, he immediately thought he had found a flaw. "No! Bingzhou is facing a famine. How could you think of going to Bingzhou to collect grain?!"

"What you said..." The man on the deck let out a long, sneer. "Which law of the Great Chen Dynasty stipulates that I can't go to a famine-stricken area to collect grain? Besides, why did I go to Bingzhou to collect grain? Wasn't it because you, Master Yuan, forced me to do so?"

Yuan Jing's face turned pale!

He clenched his fists, wishing he could smash the sacks of grain she was carrying to pieces—a quarter of which he had sold at rock-bottom prices! It was all his hard work and his money! He couldn't understand why Wen Wan had such good luck!

Who would go to such a far place like Bingzhou to collect grain?

He just didn't believe it. Could Wen Wan have the ability to predict the future?
Yuan Jing tugged at the rope of the grain sack, veins throbbing beneath his neck. He refused to give up and asked through gritted teeth, "How much...are you asking?"

Ma Changshun's forehead was covered in sweat.

He knew that this matter would not end well today.

He was estimating the price in his mind, wondering how much he should raise it to appease Yuan Liulang and stop him from bearing a grudge against the Wen Family Winery. However, he didn't expect the young master's voice to be deafening and echo throughout the dock.

"None of your business!"

……

The huge dock was filled with a cool breeze and was as silent as death.

Ma Changshun and Wen Weiming raised their hands to wipe the sweat off their face at the same time.

Wen Weiming’s inner thoughts: My dear, we can’t talk about this!
That's not right. My daughter is married anyway, so what if she's fierce? As long as Zhao Heng doesn't despise her, it's fine!
Haha, Zhao Heng is a son-in-law, and you dare to despise him?

He beat him to death with a feather duster!
Feng Shuigen couldn't help but shout in a drake-like voice: "Young Master is mighty!"

The workers in the winery also responded by raising the big sticks in their hands.

"My boss is mighty!"

"The boss scolded him to death!"

Amidst this, someone muttered quietly, "Yaksha, Yasha, the real murderer! He truly deserves to be the best man in the winery."

After saying that, Feng Shuigen strode forward, pushed away the delicate and frail Yuan Liulang, and continued pushing the cart. Before leaving, he glared at him and said, "You are so skinny and look like a pretty boy! Go back to your mother's arms and feed her!"

"you--"

Yuan Jing was furious. How dare a mere servant in the winery humiliate him? Yuan Jing made a move to pounce on him, but Feng Shuigen, for some unknown reason, swept forward and kicked him. Yuan Jing stumbled and fell backwards as weakly as a delicate flower.

Fortunately, there was the tough and strong Manager Zhu to support him.

Both of them fell to the ground, screaming "Ouch, ouch!" Feng Shuigen immediately raised his hands and looked at Wen Wan innocently, "Young Master, you saw it, he bumped into my leg! I don't know what happened to my leg, it became a conditioned reflex..."

Wen Wan frowned, "Stop talking nonsense and get to work!"

"Oh!" Feng Shuigen felt relieved and pushed the cart happily.

Wen Wan and Wen Weiming walked down the deck, but Zhu Wang pushed Yuan Jing away without mercy. He felt more and more disgusted with Yuan Jing and quickly stood up to brush off the dust on his body. Seeing Wen Wan coming over, Zhu Wang smiled attentively and ingratiatingly.

You have to laugh.

This time he had completely offended the Cheng family. His plans of cooperating with the Cheng family and becoming a royal merchant were all aborted. If he wanted to sell grain in Ping County again, he would still have to deal with the Wen family winery!
There are only two wealthy families in Ping County, and the only one that can consume most of the grain from his granary is the Wen family winery!
Zhu Wang was furious, regretful, and resentful, but he had no other choice. He walked over happily, calling Wen "Brother Wen, niece" again, "Brother, there's no need to get angry with someone like him! He's an imperial merchant, yet he's always been so stingy, even for a meal or a cup of tea, he's almost willing to take money out of my pocket!"

(End of this chapter)