Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

Chapter 1477: Zhu Family Knocks on Door to Sell Refined Salt

Chu Chen walked from the courtyard toward the main street.

When people saw this old man who looked like he could be blown away by a gust of wind, they all gave him a wide berth, afraid of knocking him over and having to pay for the damages.

Chu Chen arrived smoothly in front of a large, lacquered red mansion and walked directly toward the guards standing at the gate.

"Where did this old geezer come from? Get out of here!"

Upon seeing this, several servants immediately shouted at him, trying to stop him from going in.

Seeing this, Chu Chen remained calm: "Young man, there's something I need to give to your young master."

"Huh? What?"

Chu Chen didn't answer, but instead handed over the bag in his hand.

Then he said to the two of them, "Leave it to your young master, and he will understand."

Seeing that the old man was dressed in silk, the two servants did not dare to be negligent. They immediately took the bag and ran into the house.

Not long after, Zhu Wenle came out excitedly with several servants.

Looking at the old man in front of him, a smile appeared on his face: "Haha, young man, long time no see!"

Chu Chen wasn't surprised at all that Zhu Wenle recognized him.

Because of the quality of that bag of salt, I reckon only I could replicate it.

Chu Chen didn't waste any more words with him: "Will you accept it or not?"

"how many?"

Zhu Wenle didn't want to say much to the seller. Since the seller didn't want to reveal their identity, he would be sensible and do the same.

Only in this way can a business last.

You know, after he took those 100 jin of refined salt back, several families laughed at him, saying he had at least doubled his profit.

Some people do things openly, while others do things covertly. Chu Chen knew he could make money from this, but he had no objection.

If you're new here and can't earn some money, don't force it.

Chu Chen held up one finger.

"one hundred?"

Chu Chen shook his head.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wenle was overjoyed: "One thousand?"

"Come with me!"

After Chu Chen finished speaking, he turned and left.

Zhu Wenle, who was behind him, immediately had a carriage prepared and followed.

The two walked along the outskirts of Seoul, followed by a carriage carrying silver.

There's one empty car left.

Chu Chen pointed to the first location, and immediately a servant stepped forward and pulled out a bag weighing about a hundred pounds from a hidden place.

After loading the bags into the empty vehicle, they were weighed directly on the vehicle.

Then, one place after another, they pulled out different bags.

It took ten trips to fill the carriage.

Another carriage carried a box. After the two men filled it with refined salt, the carriage carrying the salt turned and left.

Chu Chen and Zhu Wenle boarded the carriage loaded with silver.

"Here is two thousand three hundred taels, would you like to count it?"

Seeing this, Chu Chen opened the box and said in a hoarse voice, "Our young master said there's no need to order."

After saying that, he tried to lift the box, but when he tried, the box didn't budge.

Chu Chen smiled awkwardly at Zhu Wenle.

"Haha, young man, you can drive the carriage away. Don't worry, the Zhu family will definitely not inquire about your whereabouts."

After pondering for a while, Chu Chen drove the carriage away.

As he had said, Zhu Wenle turned and left without sending anyone to keep an eye on the carriage.

He understood that once he showed such signs, another competitor would likely emerge in Seoul.

Therefore, long-term business success is the key to the Zhu family's enduring prosperity.

Chu Chen drove the carriage haphazardly through the streets of Hancheng.

He finally arrived outside his own yard, but instead of stopping, he looked at the gate and gave a wink to Fat Tiger inside.

As instructed before, Fat Tiger turned and walked out of the courtyard, then overtook the carriage and headed forward.

About an incense stick's time later, in a small alley on the main street of Seoul, two carriages coincidentally collided.

Even more coincidentally, the carriages collided.

Chu Chen got out of the car and started cursing, and Pang Hu also got out of the car and started cursing.

Finally, the two stood at the back of the carriage, and Chu Chen took out a silver ingot to compensate Fatty Tiger, and the matter was settled.

However, all of this happened in the blink of an eye, and not many people even cared.

After parking the Zhu family's carriage at the front gate, Chu Chen left through a nearby alley.

He then went into a restaurant, and when he came out, he looked like a clean-cut scholar.

After returning to the yard, Fat Tiger also went home.

He was carrying a large box on his shoulder, and he was covered in sweat.

Two thousand taels of silver! I can't possibly carry that much.

As soon as he unloaded the box, Fatty Tiger grabbed a teacup and chugged it down: "Brother Chen, this box is too heavy, how about some money?"

Chu Chen smiled, stepped forward, and opened the silver, startling Fatty Tiger so much that he dropped his teacup to the ground.

"Holy crap, so many? This could buy up Liexi Village, and Aunt Zhang could buy several of them."

Chu Chen rolled his eyes at him, thinking to himself, "All you can think about is that Aunt Zhang."

"You've been with me in Seoul for so long now, and there are so many young women and wives on the streets. Haven't you seen enough?"

It seems I'll have to take him out to spend some money tonight.

"Can't you think of something else? I'll take you to see something tonight."

Upon hearing Chu Chen's insights, Fatty Tiger immediately knew what it was: Hundred Flowers Pavilion. For a moment, Fatty Tiger even felt a little nervous.

Chu Chen took out a bag of dozens of steamed buns: "Eat up, then take a shower, change into clean clothes, and I'll take you to have some fun."

Upon seeing the steamed buns, Fatty Tiger's eyes lit up. Ignoring what Chu Chen was saying, he grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chu Chen felt a chill run down his spine at the sight; this guy ate steamed buns as if he could eat them endlessly.

I'm too lazy to cook, so I've been giving him meat buns almost every day for the past few days, and he still loves them.

After a full twenty, Fat Tiger let out a burp, then picked up a bucket and headed towards the well in the yard.

After watering himself with several buckets and changing his clothes, he sat by the well waiting for Chu Chen.

Chu Chen hid the silver in a very secluded place, then took about a hundred taels and walked out of the courtyard with Fatty Tiger.

The two men were dressed in silk, and they looked somewhat like wealthy young masters.

"Oh, young master, it's been quite a while since you've been here. Do you know any girls here?"

As soon as the two reached the entrance of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, the madam's shout startled Fatty Tiger, who was standing next to Chu Chen.

Chu Chen, on the other hand, appeared remarkably calm.

"Haha, it's been a while since I've been here. That's why I brought my brother along to broaden his horizons."

The brothel madam, who knew people well, immediately realized from Fat Tiger's fright that this chubby young master was probably still a budding flower.

If someone is interested in her, she doesn't mind giving them a red envelope.