Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

The plump innkeeper disappeared behind the curtain of Zuiyue Tower, and the laughter of the girls could be heard from inside.

Chen Mo wasn't in a hurry. He poured himself a cup of tea, leaned back in his wooden chair, and slowly took a sip.

Once the fat shopkeeper is done with his business, taking over the shop shouldn't be a problem.

But to quickly make a name for themselves, they need a catalyst.

Chen Mo had a plan in mind, and this plan required the fat shopkeeper's cooperation.

Once the plan is implemented, business will boom, and there will definitely be many envious people.

Although he can fight, the most troublesome thing is that one person after another comes along, and it never ends.

He needs someone on his side to protect him openly, and ideally, someone who can deter the villains.

Chen Mo's first thought was Wang Fucheng.

He was loyal enough to him and quite intelligent.

This person is usable.

His abilities are too weak, his position is too low, and his words carry no weight. I'm afraid those powerful families won't take him seriously.

Then we can only pile it up for him.

With video tutorials and plenty of elixirs, he could quickly be elevated to the Transformation Realm.

Once you have the ability, you can naturally gain a foothold in the county government.

When the opportunity arises later, we'll promote him to the position of county magistrate. At that time, the highest-ranking official in Lin'an will be one of Chen Mo's men.

Chen Mo picked up his teacup and took another sip, continuing to ponder some details.

More than an hour later, the fat manager, with his pregnant belly, walked out of Zuiyue Tower.

Her clothes were neatly turned inside out, and her belt was tightly tied. She looked like a completely different person from when she first entered.

His round face glowed red, his eyes were frighteningly bright, and he walked with his back ramrod straight, just like a general who had just won a great victory.

He strode across the street in two quick steps, and before he even entered the house, his voice rang out.

"Young master! You're still here! I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting!"

He rushed over as soon as he entered, grabbed Chen Mo's hand, and shook it vigorously up and down.

My palms were sweaty; I didn't know if it was from night sweats or from overwork.

"Young master, your medicine is simply miraculous! When I used to go to Lingling and Xiaohong's, did either of them ever even glance at me?"

"Guess what happened today? Everyone's been calling me 'Manager Wang' and praising my skills! Lingling even said, 'Manager Wang, you seem like a completely different person today!'"

Chen Mo pulled his hand back and took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands.

"Is the medicine working well?"

"Not just 'okay'!"

The fat shopkeeper slammed his hand on the counter, making the teacups shake.

"I've lived most of my life and never felt so powerful!"

He turned around and bowed to Chen Mo with clasped hands.

"My name is Wang Gang, just call me Fatty Wang. May I ask your name, sir?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow. This fat guy has never been to Thailand either.

"My name is Zhang Deshuai."

Fatty Wang raised an eyebrow and sized Chen Mo up and down.

He is indeed handsome.

He snapped out of his daze, rubbing his chubby hands together, a fawning smile plastered on his face.

"Young Master Zhang, don't worry about the shop! Use it as you please, I won't charge you a penny of rent! Your medicine is worth this price, if I still charge you rent, how could I, Wang, be a human being!"

Chen Mo waved his hand.

"Rental fees must be paid. One thing at a time."

Fatty Wang was taken aback for a moment, and wanted to decline again, but seeing Chen Mo's calm expression, he realized that Chen Mo wasn't just being polite and really didn't intend to take advantage of him.

He had no choice but to stop talking awkwardly, and his respect for Chen Mo grew even stronger.

Those who are not greedy for cheap gains and who act systematically are the ones who accomplish great things.

Fatty Wang pulled over a chair, plopped down, crossed his legs, and continued bragging about his earlier achievements.

"Young Master Zhang, you have no idea, Lingling's waist used to be so slender that I couldn't handle it after just a couple of twists. But guess what? Today, she was the one who couldn't take it anymore!"

He swung his legs, his tail practically wagging with pride.

"And Xiaohong, she used to always impatiently urge me to hurry up, but today she kept telling me to slow down."

"My goodness, I've lived for forty years and this is the first time I've ever heard that!"

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair and listened, nodding occasionally.

After he had finished speaking, I casually asked a question.

"Did Manager Wang go challenge the 'Flower Girl' today?"

Wang Pangzi's smug expression froze instantly.

He scratched the back of his head and chuckled dryly.

"No... I didn't dare to go. Miss Ruhua's skills are really amazing. I'm afraid if I went, I wouldn't be able to last long, and I would lose face in front of her. Everyone in the Drunken Moon Pavilion would laugh at me."

He paused, then slapped his thigh, his face full of regret.

"Looking back now, I really regret it! If I had known the drug was this potent, I should have gone straight to Ruhua! Lingling and Xiaohong were no match for it, so Ruhua definitely wouldn't have been able to handle it!"

"Sigh, I got to the door of Miss Ruhua's room, but my feet felt like they were made of lead, and I just couldn't step inside."

Chen Mo chuckled.

"We'll go next time."

"Yes! Young master is right!"

Fatty Wang's eyes lit up immediately, and he leaned forward.

"I'm definitely going next time! I have to show that 'Flower Girl' what she's made of—no, I have to show everyone on the street what she's made of!"

"Does Young Master Zhang have any extra secret medicine on him? Would you like to sell it? I am willing to buy it at a high price."

Chen Mo took out two small porcelain bottles from his pocket and gently placed them on the counter.

"I still have the medicine. But I won't sell it for money."

Fatty Wang's gaze immediately became fixed on the porcelain vase, unable to look away.

"Young Master Zhang, what do you want in exchange? If I have it, I'll give it to you without hesitation!"

"Techniques, martial arts, elixirs, and rare medicinal herbs. Barter."

The fat shopkeeper frowned.

He did indeed have two Huang-level martial arts manuals in his family, passed down from his ancestors. He himself had no talent and had practiced for over twenty years, but he was only at the Qi and Blood Realm.

It's almost moldy now, sitting at the bottom of a box. It could be sold for some money.

But if he were to actually exchange his martial arts skills for medicine, he would feel like he was losing out.

"Young Master, although this Yellow-Rank martial art isn't exactly rare, it's still a legitimate technique... I wonder how Young Master Zhang plans to exchange it?"

He asked tentatively.

"One Yellow-Rank cultivation technique in exchange for one bottle of secret medicine."

Chen Mo spoke in a flat tone.

Fatty Wang looked at the porcelain vase, then at Chen Mo, and hesitated for a moment.

"Young master, could you exchange two bottles for three?"

"Even the county magistrate praised this medicine highly, and you've just personally experienced its effects. Don't you think it's worth the price?"

The fat shopkeeper's heart skipped a beat.

He gritted his teeth, recalling the splendor he had just experienced at Zuiyue Tower, and then thinking about his status as the county magistrate, he instantly no longer felt he had lost out.

He turned around, bent down, and dragged a wooden box out from under the counter. After rummaging through it for a while, he pulled out two yellowed booklets and slammed them on the table.

The pages were curled up, and there were mold spots on the cover; it was clear that the book had been stored for many years.

"Young Master Zhang, these two Yellow-Rank martial arts techniques will be exchanged for two bottles of your medicine!"

Chen Mo picked it up and flipped through a couple of pages. A system notification sounded in his mind: the cultivation technique had been successfully recorded.

He casually pushed the porcelain bottle over.

Fatty Wang held the porcelain bottle in both hands as if it were a precious treasure, carefully tucking it into his bosom, and even patted his chest as if afraid of dropping it.

"I'm going to have to teach that tigress a lesson when I get home tonight!"

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Chen Mo casually tucked the two booklets into his pocket.

"Once my shop is all set up and it opens, there's something I need to ask you for help with."

"Young Master Zhang, please tell me! I'll go through fire and water for you!"

Fatty Wang patted his chest and agreed.

"No need to climb mountains of knives. All you need to do is go to Zuiyue Tower and challenge the beautiful girl, which will be a good way to promote my shop."