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

In the main hall of Zuiyue Tower, as soon as Chen Mo finished speaking, someone squeezed out from the crowd.

Manager Sun of the South City Money Exchange, fanning himself with a folding fan, wore a forced smile.

"Your rules are quite novel. You open a shop without charging money, only taking cultivation techniques and pill formulas? To put it bluntly, isn't this just a roundabout way of getting something for nothing?"

Several people nearby immediately nodded in agreement.

"Manager Sun of the money shop is right."

"Manager Sun is right! Wouldn't we make more money selling silver? We can just buy cultivation techniques later, it's the same thing."

Fatty Wang blushed and was about to curse when Chen Mo raised his hand and pressed him down.

Chen Mo didn't say anything, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a sip.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Five breaths later, the noise in the arena gradually subsided.

Chen Mo then spoke calmly:

"Manager Sun, may I ask if you've ever challenged Miss Ruhua? What were your results?"

Upon hearing this, Manager Sun's smile instantly froze.

Before he could even offer an explanation, the girls at Zuiyuelou immediately started chattering and interrupting, showing him no respect whatsoever.

"I know, I know!"

"I was listening in next door that night!"

"Oh dear, don't even mention it! Manager Sun couldn't handle it after Sister Ruhua just got started!"

"At most, it only took two breaths! It was gone in the blink of an eye!"

puff!

The entire Drunken Moon Pavilion erupted in laughter.

Manager Sun's old face turned bright red. He didn't dare to say another word. He was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet. He took two steps back in a flustered manner, not daring to lift his head.

Chen Mo put down his wine glass and looked up at him.

"Manager Sun, could the silver in your bank buy enough to challenge Miss Ruhua for an hour?"

Manager Sun's flushed face froze for a moment.

"Could you buy the entire city to call you Sun Mengnan?"

"Hahahaha~~"

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

Fatty Wang immediately puffed out his chest and patted his belly, shouting.

"I used to be called Wang Shixia! Tonight, Miss Ruhua herself praised me for being fierce! Anyone who disagrees, go ask Miss Ruhua!"

Manager Sun's face turned a deep purplish-red, and he opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Chen Mo stood up and immediately spotted a middle-aged man with severe kidney deficiency. He walked up to him.

"Brother."

"Is your wife at home as fierce and energetic as a wolf? After all these years of self-cultivation, do you still feel powerless every time?"

The man's face flushed red to the roots of his neck, and he lowered his head without answering.

Chen Mo turned around and walked back to the table.

"Even if you cultivate your whole life, you'll still be unable to defeat those you can't beat, and you'll still be unable to hold your head high. But with my medicine, you can go home with your head held high tonight."

The man kept his head down, his knuckles white from clenching his fists.

Chen Mo picked up the wine bottle on the table and shook it.

"And then there's this wine. When the officials in the county government have a holiday, it's vulgar to give them silver. If you give them jade, they don't need it. But if you give them this wine, they'll remember you for three years after just one sip. The next time the government has something good, you'll be the first person they think of."

Someone in the crowd gasped.

Those words really resonated with me.

Many people's eyes changed; they looked at each other, eager to make a move, but no one dared to be the first to step forward.

Chen Mo saw this but didn't urge them.

He pulled a palm-sized sandalwood box from his sleeve and placed it on the table.

Upon opening the box, two plain white porcelain bottles were found inside.

Chen Mo tapped the table three times with his hand.

"I'll make an exception tonight and trade two bottles. The rest can be traded tomorrow afternoon when the shop opens."

He paused, his tone flat.

"Hurry up if you want one, as quantities will be limited when sales begin tomorrow, and you might not be able to snag one."

No sooner had he finished speaking than someone in the crowd shouted.

"I'll offer a thousand taels of silver! For one bottle!"

Chen Mo didn't even lift his eyelids.

"I told you, I don't accept money."

"Two thousand taels!"

The man panicked and squeezed forward two steps.

Chen Mo glanced at him.

"You have two thousand taels, why don't you try buying a beautiful young woman to keep you company?"

Another burst of laughter followed.

The man's face turned bright red, and he shrank back.

All eyes were fixed on the two small white bottles.

Someone reached into their robes, touched the manual, and then withdrew their hand.

Manager Sun, who had been the most sarcastic just moments before, quickly waved his fan, his eyes constantly glancing at the box.

No one moved, but everyone's hearts were itching to get started.

Just then, a shoving started from the back of the crowd.

A man in a gray cloth shirt was jostled and stumbled, bumping into the edge of the table.

He looked to be in his thirties, with a round face, small eyes, and a flat nose; his appearance was as ordinary as could be.

He steadied himself and pulled an old booklet from his pocket; the cover was worn and frayed.

"Huang Jie's 'Mountain-Crushing Palm,' change to another bottle."

That's right, this person is none other than Manager Zhao in disguise, acting as a shill for Chen Mo.

Chen Mo pretended to pick up the booklet, flipped through a couple of pages, nodded, and pushed a porcelain bottle over.

"Take it."

The man in gray took it with both hands, put it in his pocket, bowed slightly to Chen Mo, and turned to leave.

He walked quickly through the crowd and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Some people in the crowd were puzzled.

"Who is this person? I've never seen him before."

An old man with a goatee next to him squinted and shook his head.

"Look at that booklet, the cover is all tattered, it must be a family heirloom. They're willing to trade away family heirlooms..."

The old man didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was all in his words.

No sooner had he said that than the two men lunged forward at the same time, slamming their hands on the table.

"I'll take the second bottle! Huang Jie's 'Mountain-Opening Fist'!"

"I'll provide the prescription!"

The two men faced each other, their eyes red, and it looked like they were about to fight.

"Wait a minute."

No sooner had the words left her lips than a figure flipped off the railing, as light as a leaf.

It landed on the table without even shaking the floor.

The two men who were scrambling for the item froze on the spot, looked at the person in front of them, and were just about to open their mouths to curse.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd below cried out.

"Wang, Registrar Wang?"

With a loud bang, the entire venue erupted in cheers.

Wang Fucheng?

The registrar Wang who was in charge of the case files at the county government office.

Why is he here?

Wang Fucheng ignored the others, looked at Chen Mo, clasped his hands in greeting, and spoke.

"Young Master Zhang, it's been a long time."

Chen Mo returned the greeting.

"You're too kind, Lord Wang."

This was also part of the previous plan, because the title of county magistrate carries a lot of weight.

Wang Fucheng took a brand-new booklet from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"A Yellow-Rank cultivation technique in exchange for a bottle of secret medicine."

Chen Mo casually flipped through the bottles and pushed the second one over.

Some people in the crowd started arguing.

"Could it be that Lord Wang is also skilled in martial arts?"

Wang Fucheng carefully put away the porcelain bottle, faced the crowd, and suddenly smiled.

"To be honest, I intend to give this bottle of secret medicine to the county magistrate."

The entire room fell silent.

A second later, with a loud "boom," everything exploded.

"My goodness! Even the county magistrate needs it?"

"I heard that Clerk Wang used to work in a remote town, without any connections or influence. How did he rise so quickly? Could it be that he used this secret medicine to get promoted?"

"Judging from their conversation, it's obvious they knew each other before."

"My goodness, no wonder he was so eager to trade! I get it now!"

"Even Registrar Wang came to exchange it, and it was even given as a gift to the county magistrate. How could this medicine be fake?"

Ignoring the commotion, Wang Fucheng clasped his hands in a fist salute to Chen Mo again, then turned and left.

After saying that, he stepped out the door and disappeared into the night.

The two men who had just stolen the medicine had their faces flushed red.

One of them punched himself hard in the thigh.

"Damn it! I should have been the first one there!"

The other one simply pulled out the manual and slammed it on the table.

"Boss Zhang! I'm ordering for tomorrow! A Yellow-Rank cultivation technique! Reserve me a bottle!"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow and glanced at it. "You can do it like that?"

He had thought this wasn't a black market, not a one-off transaction, and that it wasn't good to get something for free, so he never expected that he could make reservations.

P.S.: Has anyone tried savory rice dumplings? Are they delicious?