Volume 1: Spring in Wulong Town Chapter 61: Snake, come out of the hole!
Tang Zheng kept holding Feng Le's hand, saying "I've admired you for a long time" at least a dozen times, and he wished he had admired him for eighteen generations.
Feng Le tried several times to free his hand from his grasp, but failed.
It’s just a coincidence that you can succeed!
Tang Zheng was blocking the vital point of Shaofu in his hand. Without using the star power, just a slight block was enough to control anyone who did not have enough PK experience.
After hearing it for more than ten or twenty times, Tang Zheng finally let go of his hand: "Brother Feng Le wants the Purple Jade True Luan Pendant so much?"
When he called out the four words "Brother Feng Le", he saw Feng Le's eyes flash!
It was obvious that the other party didn't want to be on friendly terms with him at all!
Feng Le took the initiative to call Tang Zheng brother, but it was just a show. But if Tang Zheng took it seriously, it would be an insult to Feng Le.
Tang Zheng had seen many sponsors in his previous life, so he was not surprised by this kind of "tangled and asking for a beating" so-called gentleman's demeanor. He immediately continued, "In fact, it is not impossible to transfer the Purple Jade True Luan Pendant to you..."
The children of Tangjiabao and all the onlookers held their breath.
Several buyers who had just made their purchases did not leave immediately, wanting to wait and see what was going on.
Because, from Tang Zheng's tone, it seems that there is still room for negotiation?
"The direct descendant of the Qintian Sect has even illuminated the stars, what else is there to say? It must have been given to him."
"Being a guest official of Tangjiabao is definitely not as pleasant as being a guest official of Qintianzong..."
"Other disciples of the Qintian Sect did not bully him, and they paid him what he was owed. What's there to be unhappy about?"
Feng Le stood between them, listening to everything they said, and a faint smile slowly appeared on his lips.
It turned out that the man was just a guest of Tangjiabao.
Even the lord of Tangjiabao, seeing him display the clan-level constellation of Qintian Sect - Wangtian Chihu, and revealing his status as a direct disciple, would probably hand over the Purple Jade True Luan Pendant to him!
Just as Feng Le raised his chin a little higher, Tang Zheng's smiling voice came again: "You can leave a contact number..."
Feng Le frowned: "What's wrong?"
"If one day I don't want to use it, or if I find a better pendant, I can sell you a second-hand one." Tang Zheng said seriously.
“……” Feng Le took a deep breath and didn’t exhale.
"Well, as for the price, I can sell it to you for a little less. Because the Purple Jade True Luan Pendant is a Qing Dynasty carved pendant, even if it's second-hand, the price can't be any lower!"
“…”
"Let me think about it, how about one hundred taels of purple gold less?"
The young men from Tangjiabao were almost unable to hold back their laughter. The price of the Purple Jade True Luan Pendant in Jubao Pavilion was only one hundred and eighty taels. If Tang Zheng sold it to him at three hundred taels of purple gold, minus one hundred taels, not only would he be selling a second-hand piece, but he would also have made twenty taels in profit!
Sure enough, this is how business should be done!
The smile on Feng Le's face was beginning to show signs of being unable to be suppressed...
"Haha." He looked at Tang Zheng deeply, without saying much, and forced himself to smile with the last bit of "gentlemanly demeanor", then turned and left.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he left, all the children of Tangjiabao shouted back from behind: "Haha!"
Feng Le almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Although there was nothing wrong with "Hehe" itself, for some reason, when he heard the uniform collective "Hehe", the gentlemanly demeanor he had cultivated for more than ten years was instantly burned out by an unknown anger!
…
Back in the Jubao Pavilion, Tang Zheng pulled out a piece of colorful silk and began to process it.
The colorful silk fluttered rapidly in his hands, soon changing from gray to a dazzling luster.
Ban Yilou helped him process the materials while glancing at him: "He's a direct disciple of the Qintian Sect, aren't you afraid that he will cause trouble for you?"
"How could it be?" Tang Zheng waved his hand and said with a smile, "It seems that the young master is a man of honor. How could he do such a thing?"
"Then why did you hold his hand for such a long time and smear such a large amount of Dark Soul Incense on it?" Ban Yilou looked at Tang Zheng's hand with disdain. He had become immune to his nonsense.
"You guys at Jubao Pavilion sell things, but you still ask who they use them for?" Tang Zheng rolled his eyes at him, "You're old, but you're still gossiping like the young ones!"
"Am I gossiping? I'm an old man, thinking about the business of Jubao Pavilion and worrying about your life safety." Ban Yilou said while blowing his beard.
Tang Zheng smiled: "Is the Emperor Qintian so powerful? Do you dare to touch the people of Jubao Pavilion?"
Ban Yilou puffed out his chest and said, "Of course I wouldn't."
Tang Zheng said, "What's the problem?"
"But what does your relationship with Jubao Pavilion have?"
"Don't you know? I'm the seventh great uncle of whoever it is..." Tang Zheng waved his hand, "No more talking! Let's get down to business. Let's focus on the business. What's the next step after processing the materials?"
Ban Yiluo looked suspicious.
Judging from past experience, soon after Tang Zheng changed the subject, something exciting was bound to happen.
…
The sun gradually set.
Tang Xiaotang and the others took turns to have dinner and continued to work in the night.
Tang Zheng, who had been in the Treasure Pavilion, listening to Grandpa Ban explaining the key points of casting while practicing star power, looked at the sky and finally stopped.
He used the hand that had been shaken by Fengle to hold up a small plate that looked like a mosquito coil plate.
Suddenly, a small red dot appeared on it.
"Master, what's that place about five or six shops to the right from here?" Tang Zheng asked.
"Wufeng Tavern." Ban Yilou glanced at his plate, "Did the Dark Soul Incense react?"
"Yeah." Tang Zheng casually grabbed a bottle of medicine powder from the outer cabinet and said to Ban Yilou, "Take the money from the bag yourself."
Having said that, before Ban Yiluo could say anything to him, he slipped out of the door of Jubao Pavilion.
Outside the Jubao Pavilion, Tang Xiaotang and the others were still busy.
Tang Zheng's eyes turned around and soon found a figure: "Azhi, Azhi!"
Ah Zhi turned around, glanced at him, and moved over reluctantly...
Tang Zheng reached out and touched his head.
Azhi's breath stagnated and he looked at Tang Zheng with wide eyes - he was mentally prepared this time, but he still didn't dodge!
"Azhi, come here, I'll tell you a secret." Tang Zheng showed a sly smile.
"..." Ah Zhi felt that something bad was going to happen, but at the same time, the word "secret" aroused his curiosity.
Tang Zheng lowered his voice and whispered: "Actually, I have the ability to predict the future."
Ah Zhi gave him a weird look and pouted, "Uncle, get this straight! I'm twelve years old, not two!!"
"Don't believe it?" Tang Zheng narrowed his eyes.
"I don't believe it!" Azhi answered firmly.
"How about a bet?" Tang Zheng asked with a smile.
"..." Ah Zhi looked at him suspiciously, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "How do we bet?"
He has been with Tang Zheng for several days and will not be fooled by him again.
Tang Zheng continued in a low voice: "It's simple, rock, paper, scissors!"
As he spoke, he explained the rules of rock-paper-scissors to Azhi.
Ah Zhi nodded: "Well, that's fair! Only if you really have the ability to predict the future, you will know what I will do next."
Tang Zheng smiled and hummed twice.
So, the two of them started playing rock-paper-scissors.
Once, twice, three times...
Five times, ten times, twenty times...
Azhi's gaze changed from disdain and indifference at the beginning to more and more shocked.
Only after losing thirty times in a row did he raise his head and look fiercely at Tang Zheng.
"How is it?" Tang Zheng rubbed his sore wrist.
"Humph." Ah Zhi turned his head and said, "I admit defeat. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
Tang Zheng smiled, pointed at the flag of the "Wufeng Tavern" not far away that was waving in the wind, and asked, "Did you see it?"
Ah Zhi nodded: "You want me to destroy that store? No big deal, just wait."
"Stop right there!" Tang Zheng's smile froze, and immediately a frown appeared on his face...
"What?" Azhi tilted his head.
"Let's go!" Tang Zheng gave him a slap on the head, "Come with me to that restaurant for dinner!"
