"Okay, then call your shopkeeper over and I'll talk to him."
The guy obviously didn't expect to meet a serious boss.
A normal conversation would have ended here, but Li Chen's call to the shopkeeper made the waiter think that the noble-looking young man in front of him was most likely here to cause trouble.
Thinking about it this way, the guy's face became ugly and he spoke even more irritably.
"I asked you, where did you show up? You can meet our shopkeeper just by asking? Are you taking yourself too seriously?"
"Hurry and get away, don't hinder our work..."
Before the boy finished speaking, a burly man came forward and picked up his collar.
Chen Tong lifted the boy and let his feet off the ground. He stared at the boy in front of him with murderous eyes and said ferociously: "My young master will meet whoever he says he wants to see. There is no bastard who dares not to come and meet him."
Yeah, if you don’t call me, I’ll kill you!”
Even though Chen Tong was as obedient as a quail in front of Li Chen, and was scolded as stupid by Li Chen every day, in fact, he killed countless people in his life, and was known as the "bloody hand massacre" by people in the world.
Chen Tong glared at him. Even the Jinyiwei Qianhu in the East Factory had to bow their heads and be punished, let alone an ordinary rice clerk.
The boy's face turned pale with fright, his legs hanging in the air were trembling, and he was hesitant and unable to speak a complete sentence.
Chen Tong snorted coldly, threw him to the ground, and scolded: "Why don't you go and call your shopkeeper out!?"
Even though the waiter was full of resentment and anger, he didn't dare to vent it out at this time. He just rolled up and crawled to the ground, thinking that he must organize this group of people in front of the shopkeeper, and his figure quickly disappeared into the rice row.
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At this time, Li Chen had already spoken to the crying woman before.
The middle-aged woman was more than ten years older than Li Chen, and she was about thirty or forty years old. Li Chen estimated and praised: "Sister-in-law, are all rice shops in the capital like this, or is it just her family?"
This was in ancient times. It was impossible for Li Chen to call her "ma'am", and the person was obviously no longer a young lady. Calling her "old man" and "mother-in-law" seemed outrageous. However, Li Chen's "sister-in-law" was an ordinary greeting between normal strangers, which is not consistent with modern semantics.
Sister-in-law is a different concept.
"It's all like this."
The woman sighed, her face full of sorrow, and said: "Not only the Mi family, but other firewood, oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar are all rising, but the others are not as high as the Mi family."
Li Chen raised his eyebrows and asked: "Isn't salt set by the government? How can it also go up?"
The woman looked at Li Chen with a strange look and said, "You are not dressed like an ordinary person. You must be a young master from a wealthy family. It is normal to not understand this."
"Yes, salt is indeed set by the government. We common people go to the places designated by the government to buy it, but the government says there is no salt. Each household is given half a month's supply. What about the remaining half a month?
So I had to smoothen the relationship and give the small officials twice the price of salt, so that they could find ways to make salt. This is all public and everyone knows."
Sure enough, after the woman finished speaking, the people around her nodded loudly and expressed that this was true.
Li Chen turned his head and glanced at Zheng Baorong.
That big, fat head had already been cut in half in Li Chen's eyes.
