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

As they turned the corner, Shen Ze and his two companions could see a red cloth table in front of the general store, surrounded by layers of people.

The Third Young Master Han snapped his folding fan shut with a "snap".

"Zhang Deshuai is quite sensible; he knew we were coming, so he made such a big show of it."

He Er glanced at the dense crowd and twitched his lips.

"The more people, the better, so we don't have to shout it out ourselves."

The surrounding people pointed and whispered among themselves.

Shen Ze glared and roared.

"What are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

Han San chuckled, shaking his folding fan.

"A bunch of country bumpkins, they've probably never seen anything like this before."

The scene fell silent instantly.

The young men clenched their fists, their knuckles turning white, but none of them dared to take a step forward.

Chen Mo came out from behind the table, greeted him with a loud bow, and his face was full of smiles.

"The three young masters have arrived! Please forgive us for not greeting you sooner!"

Fatty Wang followed behind, bending over even lower than usual, rubbing his hands together and smiling obsequiously.

"Gentlemen, this way please. The goods are all ready and waiting for your inspection!"

Liu Jingting also stood up, bowing deeply and not daring to raise his head.

Only Chen Mo walked steadily, his smile appearing most sincere, yet without the slightest hint of panic.

Shen Ze looked up, his gaze passing over the three of them and landing directly on the neatly arranged wine bottles and porcelain bottles of secret medicine on the table.

The sunlight shone on the bottle, making it sparkle.

His eyes lit up, and he nodded in satisfaction.

"You guys are quite sensible; everything's here?"

"They're all here."

Chen Mo replied with a smile.

"Two hundred bottles of wine and one hundred bottles of secret medicine are all on this table. Please take a look, gentlemen."

Shen Ze walked to the table, picked up a bottle of wine, weighed it in his hand, and then glanced sideways at Chen Mo.

"Zhang Deshuai, you're not trying to fool me with counterfeit goods, are you?"

"No, no, I wouldn't dare."

Chen Mo quickly waved his hand.

"Gentlemen, who are you? Even if I had the guts of a leopard, I wouldn't dare to play tricks on you. All of these are genuine; if they're fake, I'll compensate you tenfold."

Shen Ze snorted and put the wine bottle on the table.

"I doubt you'd dare."

Chen Mo casually picked up a bottle of real liquor that had been placed there beforehand, looked around, and shouted loudly.

"Fellow villagers! I am honored that three young masters from the county town have taken a liking to the secret medicines and wines in my shop. Today, I present them to the three gentlemen so that they may be tested in front of everyone. I would be grateful if you could all be my witnesses."

He uncorked the bottle, and with a "pop," the rich aroma of the liquor instantly filled the air.

The onlookers immediately became agitated.

"That's the taste! I tried a different bottle last time, and it's definitely the same!"

"That's right, that's right, you can tell if this wine is real or fake as soon as you open the bottle!"

A burly man tiptoed forward and took a deep breath.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's the 'manly drink'! I was lucky enough to have a glass at my advisor's house!"

Chen Mo took out three cups, filled them, and reached out to hand them to the people in the front row.

Shen Ze raised his hand to stop him and said in a deep voice.

"Put it down! These lowly people have no right to drink this wine."

Han San added a sentence.

Giving them this is a complete waste.

He Er frowned and snatched the wine glass from Chen Mo's hand.

"Give it to me."

The people in front lowered their heads, their faces flushed.

Shen Ze picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp. A hot current burned from his throat to his stomach, making him raise an eyebrow.

"strong enough."

Han San took a sip, and his eyes lit up.

"It's even better than the wine in the county town."

He Er held the cup, smelled it, nodded slightly, and a rare look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Shen Ze placed the empty cup on the table.

"The alcohol is fine! Test the medication."

Chen Mo picked up a bottle of the True Secret Medicine and poured out a few blue pills.

Shen Ze picked up a pill and held it up to the light, while Han San leaned over and smelled it.

"It smells quite nice."

Just as He Er was about to put it in his mouth, Fatty Wang quickly stepped forward, bowing and smiling obsequiously.

"Gentlemen, please wait! This medicine is extremely potent; I've personally experienced it! On the day of the opening, I challenged the beautiful young lady at Zuiyue Tower and broke the record, taking a full hour to emerge!"

"This medicine takes effect immediately after taking it; it won't calm you down for at least an hour. If you want to try it, young master, you'd better find a good place first. Otherwise, it wouldn't look good if it took effect in the street. There are only Drunken Moon Pavilion and Rouge Pavilion around here."

Liu Jingting also bowed and added a sentence.

"What Manager Wang said is true; the whole city witnessed the whole thing that night."

Shen Ze became interested and smiled as he stared at the pills.

"Is it really that powerful?"

Someone in the crowd chuckled and shouted.

"You'll know once you try it! The girls at Zuiyue Tower all praise my prowess, and even my wife raves about it."

The surrounding area immediately erupted in laughter.

Shen Ze raised his hand and pointed to a servant next to him.

"You, come here."

The servant stepped forward with a pained expression, and Shen Ze stuffed the pill into his mouth.

In just a few breaths, the servant's face turned bright red, and his breathing became increasingly labored.

Fatty Wang pointed in the direction of Zuiyue Tower, and the servant clutched his crotch, turned around, and ran wildly in that direction.

The whole place burst into laughter, even the teenagers climbing the trees to watch the fun were swaying with laughter.

Shen Ze clapped his hands and laughed.

"Useless thing!"

The three exchanged a glance.

Shen Ze lowered his voice.

"Once this batch of goods is taken back to the county town and resold, we'll make a fortune."

Han San replied with a smile.

"My dad will definitely praise me for being good at handling things."

He Er uttered a sentence indifferently.

"Shall we split it up when we get back?"

Shen Ze nodded and waved to his subordinate.

"The goods are fine, move them back to your residence."

The servants who had come with him rushed forward, carrying the fake wine and medicine on the table onto the carriage.

Han San urged him on from the side.

"Hurry up, hurry up, stop dawdling."

Someone in the crowd muttered "robber" in a very low voice.

The voice was very soft, but everyone around heard it. No one responded; they all lowered their heads.

Chen Mo turned around and addressed the crowd loudly.

"Fellow villagers! We are honored that three gentlemen have recognized the value of our secret medicines and wines. Today, we offer all of these goods to the three gentlemen, along with the secret recipe. The dream of becoming a macho man officially closes today."

The crowd erupted in a buzz.

"How can you just decide not to open it anymore?"

"They were clearly forced out..."

Chen Mo raised his hand to lower his voice and continued.

"I apologize to those who pre-ordered but haven't received their orders yet. I accepted your cultivation techniques earlier, and I'm returning them to you today."

He nodded to Wang Fucheng.

Wang Fucheng took out a wooden box from the shop and put it on the table. Inside were dozens of exercise manuals.

Chen Mo picked up the top book, about to read the name.

Shen Ze suddenly turned his head, his gaze immediately fixed on the wooden box.

"These are mine too."

Chen Mo was stunned for a moment.

This is something I really didn't expect.

"Young Master Shen, these are other people's cultivation techniques."

Chen Mo was overjoyed, but pretended to be helpless and quickly explained.

"These are items brought in by customers who made reservations to exchange for other goods; they're not from the store..."

Shen Ze interrupted him, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"If I say so, then it is."

He took a step forward, a hint of mockery in his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the room.

"Who wants to take back the cultivation technique? Step forward and let me see."

The scene was deathly silent.

Shen Ze turned around, pointed at Wang Fucheng, and said in a nonchalant tone.

"If you know what's good for you, stay put. If you dare to meddle, I'll send you back to your hometown to farm."

Wang Fucheng kept his head down, so his expression was not visible.

Han San closed his folding fan and directed his servants to load the entire box of martial arts manuals onto the carriage.

He Er stood by the carriage, holding the opened bottle of wine in his hand, taking sips every now and then.

He looked at the truck full of goods and suddenly frowned.

"I always feel like things are going too smoothly."

"A nobody from out of town, would he dare to mess with us?"

Shen Ze patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's go."

The three of them mounted their horses.

As Shen Ze passed by the door, he glanced at the plaque above the door and scoffed.

"A macho man's dream? I think it should be renamed 'daydreaming' from now on!"

The clatter of hooves rose and fell, gradually fading into the distance until it disappeared around the street corner.

The street was deathly silent, with only the rustling of the red cloth table corners in the wind.

As the sound of hooves faded completely, the smile on Chen Mo's face gradually disappeared, and he returned to his usual indifference.