Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

The young master holding the folding fan froze with a smile.

He subconsciously thought he had misheard, tilted his head, and tapped the gold-threaded fan ribs twice between his fingers.

"What...what did you just say?"

Shi Buji smiled as before, his tone sincere, and repeated himself word by word.

"I said, my goods are too expensive, you two may not be able to afford them."

The smile on Young Master Zheng's face vanished completely.

What's wrong with the owner of this shabby pharmacy?

Can't you tell he's a rich man?

In Kyoto, no shopkeeper dared to speak to him like that.

His father was a secretary in the Ministry of Rites, and his uncle was a physician in the Imperial Medical Academy.

The largest clinic on Kyoto's main street was run by his mother's family!

Wherever he went, everyone had to politely say, "Young Master Zheng, please."

Now, he's being looked down upon by the owner of a run-down pharmacy tucked away in a remote corner, who says he "can't afford it"?

This is even worse than slapping him twice in the street.

"Hey! How dare you look down on me..."

Just as Young Master Zheng was about to lash out, the curtain to the backyard was suddenly lifted from the inside.

Yi Wu came out.

He was dressed in black, expressionless, with a narrow-backed long knife at his waist.

Several old marks of varying depths were worn into the scabbard, which looked less like decorations and more like they had actually seen blood.

His gaze swept coldly over the two people at the door.

The room fell silent.

Young Master Zheng's hand, which had been rolled up with his sleeves, froze in mid-air.

Yi Wu walked to the counter by himself, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and gulped it down in one go.

He put down the teacup, tapping the bottom of it lightly on the table with a "thump".

The two young masters immediately became obedient.

Yi Wu spoke, his voice low and cold.

"If you can't afford it, then get out."

"..."

The stray cats crouching at the alley entrance pricked up their ears, slowly turned their heads, and glanced into the shop.

Young Master Zheng opened his mouth wide, his face turning pale then red. His lips moved, but he didn't dare utter a single word.

Young Master Han stopped eating the candied hawthorn, his mouth still holding half a hawthorn, neither daring to chew nor swallow.

Shi Buji's mental state, however, was quite stable.

He stood behind the counter, maintaining a professional smile throughout, as if those two sentences had nothing to do with him.

"Do either of you gentlemen suffer from a cough?"

The two young noblemen shook their heads in unison, shaking them like rattles.

Upon hearing this, Shi Buji looked regretful and completely sided with the guest, earnestly offering his advice.

"That's right. Our tangerine peel is a precious medicinal herb specifically for coughs. It costs one tael of gold per pound, so the price is quite high."

"Since neither of you is sick, there is absolutely no need to spend so much money to buy medicine."

He spoke with such earnestness that he seemed even more concerned about the guests' financial situation than their own father.

"who……"

Young Master Zheng's voice suddenly shifted, and as he straightened his chest, his voice rose three points.

He met the cold gaze of the man in black with the knife, swallowed hard, and softened his voice.

"Who says I can't buy tangerine peel just because I'm not sick?!"

Yi Wu coldly sized him up from head to toe, his chin slightly raised.

He snorted out two words, full of disdain.

"Loading the cargo."

Shi Buji: "..."

Gu Mingyue: "..."

Young Master Zheng has lost his temper!

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated.

You absolutely mustn't humiliate him... He has no money!!

Young Master Zheng gritted his teeth, his eyes red as he glared at Yi Wu.

He suddenly pulled a handful of silver notes from his pocket and slammed them on the counter.

The banknotes were scattered, and their face value was not small.

"Dare to look down on me? Shopkeeper! Give me ten catties!"

Shi Buji's eyes lit up instantly.

He subconsciously rubbed his hands together, then quickly stopped.

No! I need to consider the guests' needs!

He adopted a worried expression.

"Ten catties? Young master, that's too much!"

"Who do you think you are?!"

Young Master Zheng gritted his teeth and poked his finger at the counter.

"I want ten catties! Not a single ounce less!"

Gu Mingyue gulped down a mouthful of tea and turned to look at her in shock.

What's going on?!

She quickly opened her mouth to stop her.

"Um... gentlemen..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yi Wu moved again.

He crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and looked at Young Master Han beside him with a cool gaze.

His eyes held three parts scrutiny, three parts pity, and four parts blatant disdain.

Then, in a tone of "I feel sorry for you," he said something understated.

"It seems he's richer than you."

Gu Mingyue: "..."

Young Master Han was indeed anxious.

He spat out the hawthorn pit from his mouth with a "pui," wiped his mouth, and his round face was full of resentment.

A rich kid can lose in other areas, but he can never lose face.

Moreover, his family's pharmacy was half competitor and half partner with the Zheng family.

I can't appear weaker than Zheng Younian!

"Ten catties is nothing?" He took off the money pouch from his waist, slammed it on the table, and the copper clasp made a crisp sound as it hit the wooden board.

"Give me twenty pounds!"

Yi Wu and Shi Buji exchanged a glance.

Then, two pairs of calm, unwavering eyes looked at Young Master Zheng with a detached and indifferent gaze.

Young Master Zheng gasped in anger, and his anger flared!

"Are you stupid? Why are you arguing with me?"

"Besides, when it comes to money, can you even compare to me?"

Young Master Han patted the bulging silver notes on his chest, his nostrils flaring upwards.

"Who's going to argue with you? I won't let them look down on me! I may not have much else, but I have plenty of money!"

Young Master Zheng sneered and reached into his robes again, this time his hands were trembling.

"I want thirty pounds."

Young Master Han: "I want forty catties."

Shi Buji coughed at just the right moment.

I don't even know when I grabbed the scales, ready to weigh the goods.

But he has professional ethics.

He still had a very troubled expression on his face, looking sincerely at the two guests, his tone like that of a good-natured mediator.

"Gentlemen, how about this? Let's each compromise."

He held out his hand and showed a number.

"Fifty jin per person, how about that?"

Gu Mingyue almost dropped the teacup.

Is this what they call each taking a step back?

"Then fifty pounds!"

The two spoke in unison, neither willing to back down first.

Shi Buji was overjoyed. He put the scale on the counter and shouted at the top of his lungs toward the backyard.

"Move the medicine! Two distinguished guests, fifty jin each! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

The workers jogged out from behind, quickly moving the goods, weighing them, and packing them into boxes.

Shi Buji was busy helping out from the side.

He said things like "Handle with care" and "Please take care, distinguished guest," while always wearing a respectful and humble smile.

Juhong Pharmacy is officially open for business.

First day's income: one hundred taels of gold.

Gu Mingyue stood up abruptly.

"Son...don't you guys spend money so carelessly?"

The two young men were in high spirits, radiating an indomitable fighting spirit that proclaimed, "I'm rich! I'm proud!"

They glanced back at Gu Mingyue.

Young Master Zheng waved his folding fan, speaking with righteous indignation.

"Young lady, don't speak nonsense if you don't understand."

"Only the most precious medicinal herbs, costing one tael of gold per pound, are reserved for nobles. The Zheng family does not use anything cheap."

Young Master Han nodded vigorously beside him.

"That's right, that's right. Our pharmacy doesn't stock cheap goods either."

Gu Mingyue: "..."

The sound of horses' hooves faded into the distance.

The shop fell silent again.

Shi Buji was still in high spirits after seeing the person off.

"Master! Good news! The two young masters said before they left that they would try the medicine's effects when they got back. If it's truly that miraculous..."

He rubbed his hands together, his eyes shining.

"They brought their friends and bought in bulk!"

"Boss! We're going to make a fortune!"

Gu Mingyue's lips twitched.

Yi Wu glanced at her from the side and commented without any mercy.

"Miss is unhappy. Miss doesn't want to make money."

"How could this be!" Gu Mingyue suddenly came to her senses.

Having spent so much time with Yi Wu lately, I almost forgot he was one of King Qi's men.

She absolutely could not let Yi Wu discover her true purpose.

Gu Mingyue suppressed her guilt and smiled at Yi Wu.

"We earned one hundred taels of gold today, thanks in part to Yi Wu's contribution. You and Manager Shi will each receive one tael of gold as a reward."

Yi Wu glanced at Gu Mingyue's smiling face and snorted.

He turned and went to the door.

Gu Mingyue let out a long breath.

I made money.

so tired!

That evening, at the Qi Prince's residence.

Xiao Jue sat behind the desk, his slender fingers holding a small piece of paper.

It was sent back by a pigeon.

Today, the young lady turned and smiled at me. I suspect she wants to possess me.

Xiao Jue: "..."

It's a bit addictive.