Hearing someone bidding behind him, the onlookers consciously gave way to a path.
Yu Sheng saw a man sitting across the long table, with a short build, a beard, thick lips, and a bulbous nose.
He wore a coarse cloth diagonally, with half of his shoulders exposed, and his eyes were wide open, looking at Yu Sheng who was let out by the crowd.
That look in his eyes gave Yu Sheng a chill in his heart when they met him for the first time, and he whispered: "There is murderous intent!"
"Where is it?" Tian Shi subconsciously raised his sword. After seeing what Yu Sheng was looking at, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Butcher, how can you kill a pig if you don't have any murderous intention?"
He lowered his voice: "Butcher Zhu has a special skill for killing pigs. You will know it later."
While they were talking, they walked to the front. Zhou Jiufeng was there, leading a group of royal guards, as well as Zhuang Zisheng who paid the bill and several wealthy young men.
Separated from them was a group of martial artists. They looked and dressed like foreigners, and their leader was a short, round-bellied middle-aged man.
He has a mustache, looks like Maitreya Buddha, and holds two large beads that look like jade but not jade, and look like stone but not stone. He looks rich.
"Shopkeeper Yu? When did you come to the city?" Zhuang Zisheng was overjoyed to see Yu Sheng and asked Yu Sheng to sit next to him, just to fill the gap between the two groups.
"I went to the city with my aunt this morning." Yu Sheng sat down and said.
Butcher Zhu ignored their greetings and glanced at everyone, "One hundred and one penny, is there anyone with high scores?"
The stranger didn't say anything, so Yu Sheng asked Zhuang Zisheng: "How much did you pay just now?"
"Ninety guan." Zhuang Zisheng said, fearing that Yu Sheng might mistakenly think that they were extravagant enough to have a meal worth 90 guan, so he hurriedly said: "This is all the money we have."
"On weekdays, thirty or forty guan is enough, but fifty guan is already too much. We gathered together today to enjoy it," he pointed at the stranger with his chin slightly raised, "Who would have expected that the bidding would reach a hundred guan."
Yu Sheng's misunderstanding is the city lord's misunderstanding. This matter must be explained clearly, otherwise the city lord will definitely find ways to steal money when he hears that they are so extravagant.
Yu Sheng didn't think about that level for the time being, and just said: "Let's agree in advance, I will only give ten strings, let's work together."
Under the guise of learning cooking skills, Yu Sheng asked Aunt Qing for 40 guan when he came out, but he couldn't afford 100 guan.
"Sure." Zhuang Zisheng patted Yu Sheng's shoulder and deliberately raised his voice and said, "It's not easy to get ten strings from the city lord. I admire you."
Yu Sheng never noticed that Zhuang Zisheng had other intentions. He just raised his eyebrows and said to himself, "You must know that I have asked for forty strings, but I still can't surrender?"
After hearing Zhuang Zisheng's words, Zhu Butcher looked at Yu Sheng up and down, and the outsider also looked at Yu Sheng in surprise.
Yu Sheng didn't see it, but just patted Zhuang Zisheng on the shoulder and said, "Haha, we are brothers. It's cool. Whichever one of us follows the other, you can also pay for the penny."
Zhuangzi, who was given a high hat by Yu Sheng, was shocked. He turned to look at Yu Sheng and curled his lips and said, "No way, you won't pay this penny?"
Is this stinginess contagious?
"I don't have a penny on me. It's all money. It's hard to break it open." Yu Sheng said honestly. My aunt is now good at checking private money.
"Okay, okay." Zhuang Zisheng looked at Yu Sheng sympathetically.
Butcher Zhu glanced at the stranger next to him and said, "If you don't bid, I will..."
"One hundred and ten strings." The richly dressed middle-aged man among the strangers said to Zhu Butcher.
He turned to look at Yu Sheng again, "This must be the famous Yu Sheng, Commander Yu, right?"
What he said was so famous that Yu Sheng's smile turned crooked, "Yes, yes, I am Yu Sheng, what did you just say?"
"Commander Yu?" The short, round-bellied middle-aged man was stunned.
"The previous sentence." Ye Zigao kindly reminded him that as a clerk, he already knew the virtues of his shopkeeper.
"It's famous." said the short, round-bellied middle-aged man.
"Don't dare, don't dare. In which city will you get rich?" Yu Sheng smiled brightly and complimented the middle-aged man.
"It's a small town in Wuxi, near Heishui City." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "It's not about getting rich, so I just run around doing small businesses."
"Wuxi?" Yu Sheng was startled, almost thinking that the murdered Wuxi family had come to visit him. After Tian Shi explained, he realized it was Wu Xi.
"Wu Xi, forgive me, forgive me, I've been ignorant for the rest of my life." Yu Sheng said and called out the price, "One hundred and ten dollars a penny."
"Hey, no need." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "We met by chance and it is fate. Today I will invite shopkeeper Yu."
I was flattered for the rest of my life, "That's so embarrassing."
“We can’t eat it anyway, there’s a whole pig.” The middle-aged man’s smile made people feel like they were having a spring breeze.
Before he finished speaking, he wanted to say some more condescending words. Yu Sheng turned to Zhuang Zisheng and said, "Then you can do it next time."
"Hey, Shopkeeper Yu, you just talked about being brothers, and now you're ready to abandon us." Zhuang Zisheng said, closing the fan in his hand.
"Just because we are brothers, there will be many opportunities for you to treat me in the future." Yu Sheng pointed to the middle-aged man, "We met by chance and fell in love at first sight. If we miss this store, this village will be gone."
"It's the other way around." Ye Zigao rolled his eyes and reminded that only the last sentence of Yu Sheng's words was credible, and the previous ones were all nonsense.
Zhou Jiufeng, who had been biting his lips and not speaking since the arrival of Yu Sheng, finally spoke: "He is a slave trader. If you make friends with him, be careful I tell the city lord."
"Slave trader?" Yu Sheng, who was smiling, stopped and looked back at the short, fat middle-aged man who smiled like Maitreya Buddha.
"Don't worry, young master, we will only sell it to the city without harming our people at all." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "And as expected, I will honor you and the city lord no less."
Zhou Jiufeng smiled, "Be careful of being skinned by the city lord."
Yu Sheng looked up at the sky and turned around to ask Bai Gaoxing, "When you go out today, did you read the almanac?"
Bai Gaoxing was startled for a moment, and then said in a tacit understanding: "Look, the evil spirit of the year is in the south. I don't ask about chickens in the morning, and I don't make friends in the afternoon."
"Look what's going on." Yu Sheng said to the middle-aged man, "It's not a good time to make friends. We'll meet up later, so you don't have to invite me to this meal."
Yu Sheng said to Butcher Zhu, "Just one hundred and ten guans and one penny."
The smile on the middle-aged man's face froze, but soon returned to his smile, "In that case, Wu will choose a good and auspicious day to visit Mr. Yu."
After that, the short, round-bellied middle-aged man stood up, smiled and bowed his hands to everyone, and led his martial arts masters away.
After leaving the crowd, the martial artist under his command whispered, "Master, are we leaving like this?"
The middle-aged man's anger finally showed, "Why don't you leave and continue to raise prices to offend the city lord's nephew?"
After swallowing this breath, the middle-aged man spoke in a much gentler tone, "When doing business, pay attention to harmony and wealth. Keep everything on the line. Just because you don't cooperate now, doesn't mean you won't cooperate in the future."
"If cooperation fails, it must be because the money is not enough. Why should we become enemies over a meal when we first meet?"
He looked back and said, "Besides, Shopkeeper Liu is in trouble, and Heishui City is still smiling. Who gives us the courage to offend him?"
However, in Yangzhou, the slave business was really difficult for the city lords.
The middle-aged man decided to buy some gifts later, take some money, and go to the witch monastery as a believer.
Within a city, if the city lord is not a believer in the witch academy, there will definitely be a conflict between the witch academy and the city lord's mansion.
He spent the rest of his life talking about this middle-aged man. He sighed and said regretfully, "I really want to make friends with this guy."
"For money?" Zhuang Zisheng felt that he had seen through the rest of his life. The city lord came first, money came second, and everything else was put aside.
"It accounts for a small part of the reason." Yu Sheng said, "The more important thing is that he is shorter than me."