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Shagon happily took the money and, while turning around, casually stuffed half of it into the pocket of his front shirt. After taking a couple of steps, he reconsidered and pulled out two more bills.
"Here, quickly tell me where that person is," Shagon said as he handed over three red bills.
The old man did not take the money and glanced at him indifferently.
"Hey, what are you looking at? Just tell me where that person is," Shagon shouted.
The old man clicked his tongue. "You little brat, even when taking a kickback, there should be a limit. I'll let it slide this time, but turning around to take more? Do you really think I’m too old to see clearly?"
Shagon snorted coldly. "Three hundred is already plenty. Hurry up and tell me, or I’ll find someone else."
The old man gave him another indifferent glance, leaned on his cane, and turned to leave. "Then go find someone else; I’m not dealing with this."
Seeing that the old man was serious, Shagon gritted his teeth and quickly shouted, "Alright, alright! I’ll give you 500; will that work?"
The old man ignored him and continued walking, his dry palm already reaching for the doorknob.
"Mu Chi, you’re ruthless! I’ll give you everything!"
Only then did the old man turn around and extend his hand, which looked like dried tree bark.
Shagon angrily pulled out a stack of Grandpa Mao bills and placed them in his hand. He hadn’t wanted to give it, but finding someone else would be much more troublesome. Besides, this money wasn’t even his; with this benefactor around, he might be able to get even more later.
The old man picked up the bills and examined each one under the sunlight.
"Hey! Are you done yet? Just tell me where that person is!" Shagon shouted impatiently.
The old man shot him a glance, then slowly put the money back into his pocket before speaking, "The restaurant of Ningxin Tea, he is there right now."
Having obtained what he wanted, Shagon didn't want to hear another word and turned to leave. However, just as he took a couple of steps, he was called back by Mu Chi.
"What do you want?!" Shagon replied irritably.
The old man squinted his eyes and said mysteriously, "Don't let a bit of money lead you to hell."
"Tch! Crazy old Fellow," Shagon cursed under his breath and walked away without looking back.
The old man glanced in the direction of the Black-Clad Youth not far away, then turned around, leisurely opened the door, and walked inside.
Seeing Shagon return, Ye Mingshang looked at him with a questioning expression.
"At the Ningxin Tea restaurant. Let's go borrow an electric scooter; it's a bit far," Shagon said.
Vroom~ Vroom~
Sitting on the cramped electric scooter, Ye Mingshang felt speechless. This vehicle seemed like an ancient relic from who knows when; it rattled all over except for the horn that wouldn't sound. It made noise with every few steps as if it could fall apart at any moment. And this junk cost five hundred for rent.
The scooter stopped at the top of a slope, and Shagon turned around with a smile, "Sorry, you have to get off and walk for a bit."
Ye Mingshang was at a loss for words...
Standing at the top of the slope, watching the scooter struggle to climb up slowly, Ye Mingshang felt like looking up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
"You need to get to the flat road ahead before you can sit down; the brakes won't work, and going downhill might be too much," Shagon said.
After a bumpy ride, the two finally arrived at an unmarked tavern.
They parked the vehicle, but before they could take two steps, there was a clatter as the large stand of the electric scooter fell off. Shagon hurried back and tied it up with a piece of grass rope.
Inside the tavern, there were quite a few people, mostly tourists eager to try local Miao cuisine. Watching them enjoy their meals, one might think they were feasting on rare delicacies, not realizing that it was merely seasoned with some Poppy powder.
After scanning the room and not seeing the person they were looking for, Shagon was about to ask the boss when Ye Mingshang spotted someone coming out of the back door and quickly dashed outside.
"This brat!" Ye Mingshang snorted coldly and prepared to chase after him.
"Hey! Where are you going? You haven't found anyone yet," Shagon called out as he noticed Ye Mingshang's intent to leave.
Ye Mingshang tossed him a stack of cash and then quickly walked out.
Catching the money, Shagon opened his mouth in surprise but then happily pocketed the bills.
He stepped out through the back door and looked around, but there was no sign of anyone.
"This brat!" Ye Mingshang frowned and then saw a shadow flash by; he hurriedly chased after it.
"Where did he go?" Ye Mingshang frowned as he scanned the area again.
The shadow flashed past again, and Ye Mingshang pursued it once more.
A young man, panting heavily, was hiding behind a house, leaning against the wall and slowly peeking outside.
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" A hand slapped his shoulder.
Startled, the young man turned around.
"Who are you? Where's Joan?" Ye Mingshang frowned.
"Encouraging... suffering..." The young man flailed his arms in panic.
Ye Mingshang frowned again, snorted coldly, and hurriedly turned to run back.
This Joan is actually playing hide and seek with me. I was so worried about you. Just wait until I find you; I'll make sure to beat you up so you won't have to suffer from cancer anymore.
Ye Mingshang cursed inwardly.
Meanwhile, Joan, who had already run far away, leaned against a tree and looked back. Then he lowered his eyes. "I'm sorry, Master. Please forgive my stubbornness. This should be the last time, right?"
After searching for a long time, Ye Mingshang angrily sat down on a chair in the tavern. "Bring me some wine!"
An hour later, the surrounding customers and staff all stopped what they were doing, staring in shock at a young man sitting by the window.
Gulugulu... Gulugulu...
Smack!
After finishing a bowl of wine, he slammed the bowl down on the table and tipped the wine jar, but only a single drop flowed out.
Ye Mingshang casually tossed a wine jar aside, letting it roll next to a pile of other jars, and shouted, "Bring more wine!"
The attendant hurriedly brought over two small jars of wine, each containing about a pound.
He opened the seal, and this time he didn't even bother with a bowl, pouring directly from the bottle.
After five or six seconds, with a loud smack, he tossed the empty jar aside.
Gulugulu~
The onlookers swallowed hard.
They had seen many heavy drinkers before, some who could gulp down a pound in one go, but this person had already downed over ten jars. The wine was potent to begin with, and yet he managed to drink more than ten pounds without even throwing up once. It was simply more impressive than Wu Song's three bowls without faltering. While others might drink eighteen bowls, he was downing jar after jar—was he trying to show off?
After finishing another jar, Ye Mingshang blushed and let out a burp. "How much is it?"
"Twenty-three thousand," the attendant replied.
The drinkers were taken aback; they hadn't asked for the price. Given that this young man had consumed over ten jars, twenty-three thousand meant each jar cost over a thousand! Nima, that was even more expensive than Flying Fairy Moutai!
(To be continued.)
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