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Seeing Lin Yuan’s refusal, Xia Zheng thought she was just not satisfied with the offer he had made. Just as he was about to raise the stakes, he saw Lin Yuan turn to Lao Fan and say, "Don’t forget about the estate, if possible, I plan on setting up the tofu workshop before the New Year."

As Lao Fan leisurely stroked his beard, he squinted and replied, "I’m on it. Currently, I’ve got my eye on three places, but I’m still negotiating. I’ll let you have a look once I settle on one."

"Hmm, okay."

No sooner had Lin Yuan nodded in agreement than Xia Zheng hastily grabbed hold of Lao Fan’s arm and exclaimed loudly, "Is there some agreement between you two that I don’t know about? Quick, tell me!"

"You little rascal! This is my deal, and it’s none of your business!" Lao Fan’s eyes rolled as he gave Xia Zheng a big, dismissive eye roll.

"None of my business? You old fart, you must be getting too comfortable with your life, huh? Just remember, although Fuman Building is yours in name, it’s actually mine, Xia Zheng’s!

What if you sell Fuman Building while I’m away?

No way, you have to show me the agreement between you two! If you don’t, I’m going to..."

"And do what? Spread the news around the Capital City that I have a cat in Zhuma Town, right?

" Lao Fan shook off Xia Zheng’s hand, looking utterly unconcerned as he continued to enjoy the after-dinner bliss, his speech as leisurely as if he were singing a ditty, "You better not forget why you put Fuman Building under my name in the first place. What if your father, who has painstakingly raised you to be a warrior, finds out his carefully nurtured seed has no interest in valor, but instead loves to do business and earn silver? Wouldn’t he ride day and night to Zhuma Town to chop you up with a big saber? "

For a moment, Xia Zheng was dumbfounded.

Previously, mentioning the spread of his hideout would absolutely make the old man cave, so why was it now that he was the one being threatened?

But the threat was indeed effective. Xia Zheng immediately lost his arrogance, and his handsome face darkened as he muttered, "Even the nine sons of the dragon are different from each other. It would be enough for him to have my elder brother. Why should I have to follow and fight? It’s boring!

Earning money is so much more interesting!

Especially when you see silver sparkling so brightly, and the sound of counting silver notes—now that’s a good life! "

Watching his eyes shine at the mention of silver, Lin Yuan almost dropped her jaw.

She had seen those who loved money before, but never someone so obsessed with it!

It seemed Xia Zheng came from a decent, even very good family, and yet he had developed such a greedy nature.

Could it be his father only gave him sabers and spears as a child, never any silver?

However, these were his personal affairs, and as she had no penchant for gossip, she didn’t inquire further.

There was still a lot to do at Lin Yuan’s house that afternoon, so after finishing the meal, she hurried the two deities off back to town.

Xia Zheng was extremely curious about the tofu-making method and stubbornly refused to leave, but seeing the girl brandishing chili peppers in one hand and a cleaver in the other, he slipped away like greased lightning and hopped onto the coach.

Not until they had left Lin family homestead did the proud, spice-fearing Young Master come up with a successful plan to capture Lin Yuan’s heart.

She was so fond of money; why wouldn’t she agree to be the head chef at Fuman Building?

Her cooking was so delicious that securing her services would mean defeating all rivals!

All the way to the city’s edge, Xia Zheng suddenly slapped his thigh in excitement and yelled, nearly giving Lao Fan, who was dozing, a heart attack.

"If she won’t be my chef, then she’ll be my woman!"

Lao Fan, massaging his panicking heart, shook his head and curled his lip, "With your attitude, thinking of chasing a wife? The road ahead is long and difficult!"