Martial Arts Crossover: My master tricked Huang Rong into becoming my wife!

Chen Yanzhou's gaze fell on the beggar across from him who was picking his teeth in a completely unseemly manner.

One hundred taels of silver, while not a crippling blow to the Beggars' Sect these days, wasn't something that came out of thin air either. It was the hard-earned money of countless members who carried heavy loads at the docks and escorted caravans in the wind and rain.

This girl's eaten and drunk her fill, and now she thinks she can just leave? No way, it's not that easy.

"Are you full?" Chen Yanzhou put down his wine glass and asked with a half-smile.

Huang Rong patted her round belly and let out a satisfied burp: "So-so, about 70% full. The chefs at Changqing Restaurant are just so-so, much worse than what I've had at home... cough, much worse than what I've eaten before."

She's stubborn; she even slurped up every last bone from that plate of eight-treasure duck.

Chen Yanzhou didn't expose him, tapping his fingers on the table with a light tapping sound: "Now that you're full, let's talk about serious matters."

"Is this serious business?" Huang Rong shrank back warily, her bright eyes narrowing instantly. "Big brother, you don't mean to make me sell myself to pay off my debts, do you? Let me tell you, I'm too weak to carry a bag or pull a cart."

"Who told you to carry the bags?" Chen Yanzhou sneered, looking her up and down. "With your skinny arms and legs, you wouldn't even be worth a hundred taels if you were sold."

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong was immediately displeased. She was about to retort, "This young lady is of noble birth," but she swallowed her words back. Her eyes darted around, and she chuckled, "Then what are your orders, brother? As long as it's not murder or arson, I'll go through fire and water for you."

Although he said that, he didn't care at all. He was already full, and he could just find a chance to slip away later if things got tough.

Chen Yanzhou could easily see through her little scheme, and a slight smile appeared on his lips, making Huang Rong feel a chill run down her spine.

"Can you do arithmetic?"

The unexpected question startled Huang Rong.

arithmetic?

From a young age, she studied Qimen Dunjia and the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams with her father, Huang Yaoshi. In her eyes, arithmetic was simply child's play.

"Yes!" Huang Rong nodded subconsciously, her tone carrying a hint of arrogance. "Not to mention arithmetic, it's just..."

She realized her mistake halfway through her sentence.

Huang Rong's expression changed, and she quickly waved her hands to correct herself, "No, no, no..."

Chen Yanzhou didn't give her a chance to back out, cutting her off directly with a brighter smile on his face, "As long as you can count, that's enough."

After saying that, he turned and called out towards the door, "Waiter!"

The waiter had been waiting outside the door. Upon hearing the summons, he immediately pushed the door open and came in, bowing as low as a shrimp: "Sir, what are your orders?"

Chen Yanzhou didn't look at the waiter, but stared at Huang Rong across from him with a half-smile. Huang Rong was about to wipe her mouth with her sleeve. He casually tossed a silver ingot, which landed precisely on the waiter's tray with a crisp clinking sound.

"Take this silver, go to the Beggars' Guild, find their leader, and tell them that Chen Yanzhou is at Changqing Tower. Have them bring me all the account books from the Zhangjiakou branch's Yiyun Division over the past two years."

"Remember, all of them."

Chen Yanzhou emphasized the last three words slightly.

The waiter was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was going on. Although he didn't know why the beggar leader wanted to see the ledger, he would do anything for the money, even move bricks, let alone the ledger.

"Alright! Please wait a moment, sir, I'll be right there and make sure I deliver the message!"

The waiter, with the silver in his pocket, disappeared in a flash.

The air in the private room suddenly became a little quieter.

Huang Rong, who had been sitting with her legs crossed and looking quite content, suddenly froze when she heard the name "Chen Yanzhou".

The sleeve, which had just been half-wiped with grease, froze in mid-air, and the cunning in her bright eyes instantly turned into astonishment.

Chen Yanzhou? She was all too familiar with that name.

Even though she was far away on Peach Blossom Island in the East China Sea, her father had mentioned it to her.

That genius who transformed a group of beggars who only knew how to beg for food into the largest logistics caravan in the Song Dynasty, that "God of Wealth" who single-handedly used silver to stop the decades-long infighting between the dirty and clean factions of the Beggars' Sect.

Father Huang Yaoshi was such a proud and arrogant man, and he usually looked down on so-called heroes of the martial arts world. But when he mentioned Chen Yanzhou, he surprisingly praised him, saying that although this boy was in the mud, he knew how to take advantage of the situation and use business to achieve his goals. He was quite interesting.

Even the "Yiyun Division" – my father had specifically studied its operating model and called it a brilliant method of "subduing the enemy without fighting".

Huang Rong originally thought that the person who could pull off such a big stunt must be a cunning and shrewd old man in his fifties.

But this boy in front of me... who looks no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, is actually the God of Wealth of the Beggars' Sect?

Huang Rong looked shocked, but the ominous premonition in her heart grew stronger and stronger.

Oh no, we've fallen for their trap.

This isn't some kind-hearted brother inviting you to dinner; he's clearly a heartless manager conscripting men!

He finds auditing troublesome and wants to find a free laborer!

Huang Rong's eyes darted around, and she made a quick decision.

Run! We have to run!

If these account books were moved here, given the current size of the Yiyun Division and the fact that Zhangjiakou is a major commercial center, those account books would probably pile up like a mountain. If we really let her do the accounting, we might as well kill her.

"Ouch……"

Huang Rong suddenly clutched her stomach, her face contorted in pain, and let out a groan. "Big...Big Brother, my stomach hurts. I think I ate too fast. I'm going to the outhouse, I'll be right back!"

As she spoke, she ducked down, about to crawl under the table, intending to use the tablecloth as cover to make her escape.

As soon as she got under the table, she made eye contact with a big black dog. Its dark eyes were fixed on her, and it made a low growling sound.

The meaning is clear: if you try to run, we'll bite you.

Chen Yanzhou's lazy voice drifted from above.

"Young man, the outhouse is in the backyard, you don't need to crawl under the table. But judging from your rosy complexion and strong voice, it doesn't seem like you have a stomachache, it seems more like... you feel guilty?"

Huang Rong froze, and had no choice but to awkwardly crawl out from under the table and sit back down on the stool.

Since brute force won't work, we'll have to outsmart them.

"Brother, you see I've eaten my fill. I'll remember this favor of one hundred taels of silver. If you ever need my help in the future..." Huang Rong cupped her hands in a gesture of respect, her face sincere, "we'll be together forever..."

"Don't give me that crap." Chen Yanzhou took a sip of his drink and continued, "Didn't your father tell you there's no such thing as a free lunch?"

Huang Rong looked bitter, forcing a bitter smile. This was it, she was doomed.