The snake spear is already rusty and its original appearance cannot be seen, but it is very heavy to hold.
"How much do you want to sell this weapon for?"
"One hundred taels."
"Huh?" Cheng Dalei thought to himself: It's so cheap.
The young man's eyes flickered: "Just give me ten taels of silver."
"Huh?"
"Just give me a little bit and don't make my trip in vain."
It seems that this young man may not know the value of this weapon. He shouted out a hundred taels just to try his luck. He immediately became timid after seeing Cheng Dalei's eyes.
Originally, Cheng Dalei was a little hesitant. Who knew if this weapon was the legendary one? But the price was so cheap, for Cheng Dalei, it was just a drop in the bucket.
Cheng Dalei took out ten taels of broken silver, stuffed it into the young man's hands, and then raised his hand to pick up the snake spear on the ground.
A butterfly flaps its wings, and many things are changed. The hero is buried in the wilderness, and the magic weapon that should sing blood is also covered in dust. Cheng Dalei throws the weapon to Zhang Fei.
"Here, this is yours."
I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Zhang Fei received the weapon, Cheng Dalei vaguely felt that the snake spear made a low roar, like the roar of a dragon.
Is it because the property is returned to its original owner?
Geng Xinghe clapped his hands and smiled: "Congratulations, Mr. Ou, for getting the treasure. I wonder what is so special about this weapon. Mr. Ou, it also opened our eyes."
The other guests also had smiles on their faces, but it was hard to tell whether the smile was an expression of goodwill or a mockery of Cheng Dalei for being deceived.
"It's just a small thing, not worth mentioning." Cheng Dalei sat back at the wine table.
Geng Xinghe responded with a dry smile and brought up the previous topic again: "Why doesn't Mr. Ou keep eating? Is it because the food doesn't suit your taste?"
"Ha... That's pretty palatable." Cheng Dalei picked up his chopsticks symbolically, but the expression on his face was like chewing wax.
"..." Geng Xinghe.
Everyone is feasting. Although they are not here for the meal, Yuyanglou’s craftsmanship is still good. But what does Cheng Dalei’s expression mean? Is everyone eating pig food?
"If it's not very delicious, Mr. Ou, don't force it, just let the inn make it again." Geng Xinghe said.
"I'm afraid they can't cook the dishes I want to eat." Cheng Dalei shook his head and said to Liu Zhi beside him: "Give the peppers we brought to the kitchen and ask them to cook a few dishes and deliver them."
"Yes." Liu Zhi agreed and went.
Geng Xinghe said: "Mr. Ou, what is the pepper you mentioned just now?"
"It's a local specialty from my hometown, it's nothing."
"I wonder what goods Mr. Ou brought when he came to Yangzhou this time?"
"Today is mainly about drinking and not talking about business matters."
At this time, Geng Xinghe was a little confused. None of us are here for business tonight. Could it be that this person in front of him is a child of a big family, so crazy that he doesn't regard money as money?
The two continued to chat together. After a while, a waiter from Yueyang Tower came in with a food box and placed the food in front of Cheng Dalei.
"Sir, what did you put in the pot? As soon as you put it in the pot, the whole kitchen will be filled with aroma, and our chef's mouth will be drooling with greed."
"You didn't eat it secretly, did you?"
"I don't dare, I don't dare. Your people are always watching."
Even Geng Xinghe glanced at the plate. When he saw Cheng Dalei, he immediately began to eat a large portion of the food. Looking at his eating appearance, he looked as if he had eaten dragon meat from heaven.
"Is that what Young Master Ou eats?"
"Brother Geng, can we try it together?"
"That would be disrespectful."
Geng Xinghe took a chopstick and immediately felt the spiciness exploding in his mouth, almost tearing up.
Cheng Dalei laughed and said: "It's like this the first time I taste it. Come on, share the dishes with everyone and let everyone try it."
The chili spread on the table. It was the first time for everyone to taste this kind of food, and it caused a good response.
Geng Xinghe put down his chopsticks, clapped his hands and said, "It's too spicy. I can't get used to it, but if you take out this kind of food, you can get some money."
A person like Geng Xinghe can sense the commercial value with his businessman's intuition.
"Mr. Ou, how many more of these peppers do you have?"
"There are quite a few."
"Sell it?"
Cheng Dalei looked into Geng Xinghe's eyes and shook his head gently: "Come, drink, we are not talking about business today."
"..." Geng Xinghe.
…
At dawn the next day, Cheng Dalei received a visitor. They were all merchants he had met at the banquet last night. They asked for two to three hundred kilograms of chili peppers, and the price was high enough.
Cheng Dalei coaxed the people out directly. They were not the people Cheng Dalei wanted to wait for.
At noon, Geng Xinghe came to the door in person. Cheng Dalei invited him into the house and asked Liu Zhi to make a pot of tea.
This is the person Cheng Dalei is waiting for.
"Brother Ou, I've asked people to go to the dock to ask. I heard that you brought a boatload of goods. I would venture to guess that the boat is full of peppers?"
This is a smart person. Cheng Dalei glanced at Geng Xinghe and asked directly: "What's the price?"
"Happy, brother, what price do you want?"
"I don't want money, I want food."
"How many?"
"Three hundred thousand catties."
Geng Xinghe was silent for a moment and said, "Are you the only one who has this pepper?"
Cheng Dalei nodded.
"Okay, I want this cargo, 300,000 kilograms of fine rice, and I'll get it together within ten days."
Cheng Dalei shook his head: "I can't wait ten days."
"Those seven days."
"Sorry, I don't have seven days either."
"Can't you wait even seven days?" Geng Xinghe gritted his teeth: "Five days, at least five days! In addition to 300,000 kilograms of rice, I will give Hu Ji to my brother. Let her accompany my brother to be happy for a few days. After five days,
I loaded 300,000 kilograms of rice onto the ship."
Cheng Dalei was really tempted, but he shook his head helplessly.
Geng Xinghe was startled: "Not even for five days."
"I really want to promise Brother Geng, but I really don't have that long. I will wait until tomorrow at most."
Geng Xinghe did not bother: "In that case, I won't bother you anymore, but I'm afraid there are not many people who can produce 300,000 kilograms of rice in one day."
"There's nothing I can do about it, I can only wait."
Looking at Geng Xinghe's leaving figure, Cheng Dalei sighed softly, could it really be impossible?
In the afternoon, Cheng Dalei met someone he never expected. It was Sun Delong from the Cao Gang. He was dressed in black and had a flattering smile on his face.
Cheng Dalei couldn't tell the other person's smile, so he waved his hand and said, "Sit down."
"Young Master is here, so there is no place for me to sit. I can just stand and serve you."
Cheng Dalei was even more confused: "Why did you come to see me?"
"I dare to ask, Your Excellency, but..." Sun Delong made a six sign.
What does this mean? Cheng Dalei frowned and made the same gesture: "Six six six?"