Chapter 30: Saved a hundred taels? (First update)

  The old man looked at Jiang Feng and others sitting there, hurried over to bow and salute, the shopkeeper introduced:

  "This is our landlord."

  The old man said:

  "My surname is Tang, and you can call me Old Man Tang. I wonder what Master Jiang wants with me."

  Jiang Feng drained the cup of tea in his hand, looked at Old Tang in front of him, and chuckled, making the other man's hair stand on end. He glanced up and down at his own attire, afraid that there might be something amiss. Jiang Feng spoke slowly and deliberately:

  "Old Tang, I want to buy this store, name a price."

  He said he wanted to buy this shop, and Old Tang and the shopkeeper were both shocked, their faces filled with incredulous expressions. Jiang Feng took a look and thought to himself that this was going to be trouble, it seemed that the other party had deep feelings for this wine tower, if they bought it down, there would probably be more twists and turns. However, Jiang Feng's expression remained unchanged, and he said bluntly:

  "Give me a straight answer, name a price, and don't be wishy-washy about it."

  Old Tang's face was even more shocked and inexplicable when he heard this, and he stood there in a daze. Zhang Liang glared at him from behind Jiang Feng, and the shopkeeper saw it and felt anxious, so he quickly pushed Old Tang from behind several times. Only then did Old Tang seem to come back to his senses, gritted his teeth, and shakily stretched out four fingers.

  "Master Jiang, what do you think of four hundred taels?"

  Jiang Feng didn't respond, but slowly smacked his lips, expressionless. Zhao Xiucan, who was standing beside him, stood up and said:

  "This old man, this wine shop may look tidy, but the business is really too poor. My master bought it and still had to spend money to renovate it. How can it be worth 400 taels? Be realistic and give a reasonable price."

  Looking at Zhao Xiuzai, who was talking seriously with a stern face, Jiang Feng's face remained calm, but in his heart, he gave a big thumbs up, thinking that this was really good. To match Zhao Xiuzai's words, Jiang Feng casually took off the steel knife from his waist and placed it on the table.

  This array made Tang's complexion uncertain, and after a slight hesitation, he steeled himself to say:

  "Three hundred taels, to be honest with you, I'm not afraid of losing my life, this old man has some savings for his old age, three hundred taels can't be less."

  "Three hundred taels is just three hundred taels. Bring your land deed, and have the apprentice go to the nearby yamen to find a middleman. Old Zhao, you come write the contract."

  Jiang Feng pulled out a 300-tael silver note from his own pocket and placed it on the table. The people around him were all busy running errands for him, settling the price. That old Tang hastily turned around and went back to get the house deed and land deed. The shopkeepers and accountants around them all had strange expressions on their faces.

  The chefs in the kitchen outside, all dropped their work and gathered around Huifeng Building. Perhaps they were amazed that with a turn of the eye, they had changed masters.

  Tang Lao's age is advanced, but his legs and feet are quite agile. The house deed and land deed were quickly obtained in his hands. On this side, Zhang Liang invited the middleman, Zhao Xiucan's pen and ink were already prepared. Jiang Feng had a natural feeling that something was not right, but he couldn't say what it was.

  Zhao Xiūcái, having drifted outside for many years, was skilled at writing letters and contracts. This time, it being the first time to show off his writing skills in front of Jiang Feng, he wrote with flair and elegance, producing a clean and efficient business contract. The middleman from the yamen, who had been invited to witness the transaction, pretended to examine it carefully, stamped his seal, took two taels of silver from Jiang Feng, and left in high spirits.

  Since the middleman had already approved it, Old Tang didn't have any objections. The two of them signed their names and stamped their seals on the contract. Jiang Feng watched as Zhao Xiucan nodded in agreement, then handed over his three hundred taels of silver with a flourish. Earlier, when the middleman was reviewing the contract, Zhao Xiucan and Tie Dan had taken a walk around the interior and exterior of Hui Feng Tower, discovering that it was mostly well-maintained. Jiang Feng's mind was now at ease.

  This old man handled things efficiently, having received the silver in advance, and before the tea had even cooled down, a horse carriage from the big store arrived outside. The old man didn't have much luggage, just a small bundle, which he hastily grabbed and got on the carriage. As Jiang Feng watched the old man emerge from the house with his luggage, his eyes widened in astonishment, thinking that this old man was more efficient than people from the 20th century like himself.

  However, he also thought that the old man might be feeling sad because of the change in ownership of the shop, or thinking that he didn't want to stay here for long, so he hastily said while sitting on the bench:

  "Old man, it's all right here, you can stay, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

  The sentence was originally a polite intention, but when Old Tang heard it, he actually trembled all over, squeezed out a stiff smile at Jiang Feng, and hastily got on the horse carriage.

  Jiang Feng and several others looked at each other in dismay, subconsciously feeling that something was off, but there were no suspicious signs. Zhao Xiucai and Jiang Feng both thought to themselves that as long as they had "flavor enhancer" in their hands, opening a restaurant would not lose money. Tie Dan and Zhang Liang were straightforward and rough people who wouldn't think twice about it.

  After deliberating for half a day, the shopkeeper in the house wanted to speak but hesitated, while others didn't dare to utter a word. Jiang Feng turned around from his deep thoughts and waved his hand generously, shouting:

  "Don't worry everyone, originally doing what work is still doing what, wages haven't changed. Right, now starving to death, tell the kitchen to quickly stir-fry a few dishes."

  The attendants on the side were all strange-faced, and Jiang Feng shouted for the second time before they reacted and hurriedly ran down to greet the kitchen. Jiang Feng sat at the top of the table, staring absent-mindedly at this restaurant that was not excellent in the Ming Dynasty, and could even be said to be very ordinary. This location, compared to the street where he exchanged silver tickets, can be said to be remote, and the only good place in his eyes as a modern person.

  Perhaps it's because the transportation here is more convenient, and it's easy to get to various places in Beijing from here. Additionally, the location is relatively quiet and not as chaotic. He thinks far ahead, wanting to make his first pot of gold here.

  The master chef in the kitchen didn't have any intention of flattering the new landlord, saying that he simply stir-fried a few dishes. Indeed, he just made a few simple ones: cucumber salad, scrambled eggs, stir-fried radish shreds, and half a cooked chicken was simply torn apart and served up.

  Zhang Liang frowned and said with a bitter face:

  "Master, this dish is not enough for me to eat alone. Why don't I, the apprentice, treat you and we go to that restaurant next door to have a meal? Let's consider it my master Zhang Liang's welcome feast."

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