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

When Fatty Wang heard about the challenge against Ru Hua, he agreed without even thinking.

He was just thinking about bringing a couple more pills to bolster his courage when he heard Chen Mo say something.

"Just challenging isn't enough; we need to create momentum."

Fatty Wang was taken aback and stretched his neck forward.

"Young master, how should we create this momentum?"

"Three days before the opening, I will hire some people to beat drums and gongs and walk around Lin'an City three times, shouting - Manager Wang of the South City Grocery Store will challenge Miss Ruhua at Zuiyue Tower."

Chen Mo looked at Fatty Wang, his tone indifferent.

"By the way, tell everyone about how you lost in ten moves last time."

"What?!"

Wang Pangzi yelled "Aow!" and jumped back half a step, waving his hands wildly like a rattle drum. His face turned pale instantly.

"Young master! You're pushing me into a fire pit! The whole street laughed at me for half a month after what happened last time! And now you're still making a fuss about it?"

"How am I, Fatty Wang, supposed to live in the south of the city after this? The people in the city will laugh their heads off when they see me!"

Chen Mo picked up his teacup and took a sip. Only after Wang Pangzi had finished jumping around did he slowly put the cup down.

"You lost last time because you hadn't met me yet."

He looked up at Fatty Wang.

"If this fails again, it means the medicine I'm selling is fake. Then I'll embarrass myself along with you."

Fatty Wang froze, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

He originally thought that Young Master Zhang was using him as a pawn, but it turned out that the other party had staked his reputation and the shop's signboard on it all.

This isn't just trying to scam him; it's getting him on the same boat.

Chen Mo stood up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Just imagine, you take two pills and go into Ruhua's room in front of everyone, and all you hear from inside is Ruhua begging for mercy."

"You will emerge in an hour, fasten your belt, and walk down step by step."

"The madam of Zuiyue Tower used to call you Manager Wang out of politeness, but from now on she'll have to call you Master Wang from the bottom of her heart. All those girls, Lingling and Xiaohong, will be vying to reserve the best rooms for you."

He smirked and leaned close to Fatty Wang's ear.

"As for Ru Hua, she'll have to bow her head when she sees you from now on."

"By then, every man in the streets and alleys of Lin'an will give you a thumbs up and call you a real man."

Wang Pangzi's Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Of course, if you don't dare..."

Chen Mo withdrew his hand and turned to walk towards the door.

"There are plenty of men in Lin'an who want to become famous, I can find someone else."

"No! Young master, don't go!"

Fatty Wang lunged forward and grabbed his sleeve.

He was panting heavily when he slammed his hand on the counter. The teapot lid bounced up with a clatter, spun twice, and finally settled.

"Damn it, let's do it! Last time I walked past Ru Hua's door, my legs went weak. This time I'm going to show her... no, show all the men in the city! Who's the real man!"

"That's more like it. Even if you don't trust me, you should trust the potency of my secret medicine."

Chen Mo nodded and pulled his sleeve back.

After discussing some more details, Chen Mo turned and left the grocery store to find Wang Fucheng.

Walking on the stone-paved streets of Lin'an City, Chen Mo suddenly slowed down.

Finding people in this world is too much trouble.

Each time a message had to be relayed, it required running to the restaurant, finding a waiter, and waiting for ages; the slow pace of communication was incredibly frustrating.

Having gotten used to instant replies to messages on Earth, it takes at least fifteen minutes to send a single sentence here, causing constant hindrance.

Next time I go back to Earth, I'll have to bring a few walkie-talkies with me.

The thought flashed through his mind, but Chen Mo suppressed it and quickened his pace toward the restaurant he had visited before.

They went to the familiar waiter again, slipped him some silver coins, and asked him to fetch Wang Fucheng.

In less than fifteen minutes, Wang Fucheng arrived quickly. The two did not linger and went straight to Wang Fucheng's residence.

His residence was a small courtyard house, which was kept clean and tidy.

Chen Mo entered the room and sat down. Wang Fucheng poured tea and stood respectfully to the side.

"Sit down. I have something important to tell you."

Chen Mo raised his chin.

Wang Fucheng sat down, his back ramrod straight, waiting for instructions.

"I want to open a shop in the south of the city to sell the secret medicine you gave to the county magistrate and a kind of wine."

Chen Mo picked up his teacup, his tone indifferent.

"There will definitely be trouble once the shop opens, and I need someone with official connections to help me out."

Chen Mo looked directly into Wang Fucheng's eyes.

Can I trust you?

Wang Fucheng's expression turned serious.

"Your subordinate is absolutely loyal to you, young master."

Chen Mo nodded.

"Relax, don't be so reserved. Your current strength is too weak. From now on, I will provide you with cultivation resources to help you reach the Transformation Realm. When the time is right, we can consider the position of county magistrate."

A soft "clang" sounded.

Wang Fucheng's teacup, which he had just picked up, wobbled, and a few drops of tea splashed out and landed on the back of his hand.

He stared down at the water stain, his lips trembling, unable to utter a word for a long time.

The next second, he slammed the teacup down on the table and knelt down with a thud, his voice trembling.

"Young master, my life is yours from now on!"

Chen Mo didn't offer a hand to help, but only spoke calmly.

"You don't need to give me your life, just do my job."

Wang Fucheng kowtowed heavily, then stood up, supporting himself on his knees, and dusted off his trousers.

He leaned forward, his voice very low.

"Young master, your secret medicine is incredibly effective. If you put it in a shop, all the men in Lin'an will be scrambling to buy it. But this is too risky."

"People from both the prefectural city and the capital have set up businesses here, and no one knows who's behind them. If this miraculous medicine gets noticed by higher-ups, not to mention the county magistrate, even the prefectural magistrate probably wouldn't be able to handle it."

He didn't know why Chen Mo wanted to hide his royal identity, but as a servant, he shouldn't try to guess his master's intentions; instead, he should do his best to share his master's burdens.

Chen Mo didn't reply, holding his teacup and watching the steam slowly rise from the rim.

Wang Fucheng is right.

He hadn't really thought about it that deeply before.

A Grandmaster-level expert can roam freely in Lin'an City, but in a prefecture city or the capital, they are simply no match.

There are probably many more powerful experts up there. If we get targeted, it could be quite troublesome.

But then he thought of the time difference.

There's no internet or telephone in this place; news is relayed by people and carried by horses.

If something happens in Lin'an, it will take several days to reach the prefectural city, and then several more days to reach the capital.

It will take at least a month for the higher-ups to receive the message and send someone down.

A month is enough for him to exchange for a large number of cultivation techniques, elixir formulas, and medicinal herbs.

This shop's business was always about short-term cash-out; he never intended to do it for the long term.

Another problem is that Wang Fucheng will need time to reach the late stage of the Transformation Realm...

Well, since we've decided to use him, let's train him according to plan. Maybe he'll be useful later.

Chen Mo put down his teacup and looked up at Wang Fucheng.

"You're right, there are indeed risks."

He paused, his tone completely flat.

"But it will take time for the people above to come down. Until then, I have my own plans."

Wang Fucheng looked at Chen Mo's face; the other man's expression was calm, and there was not a trace of panic in his eyes.

He said he had a plan, so he must have a method.

"Just focus on your cultivation. You don't need to worry about anything else."

Chen Mo stood up, walked to the door, and then stopped.

"Rest assured, my lord. I understand."

Wang Fucheng straightened up and replied in a deep voice.

Chen Mo took out several bottles of Qi Condensation Pills and a tablet computer, taught him how to use it, and then left.

As he walked, he pondered what name to give the shop.

P.S.: I'm looking for shop names. Could you all help me come up with some ideas? Thank you!