The younger brother of the First Emperor

Chapter 267: I don't believe in Qin, I don't believe in the Qin monarch, such a noble
The girl Mi Huang climbed up the stairs, her movements were swift but not unhurried. No matter how much her skirt fluttered, her ankles were not exposed. She was like a graceful lady whose movements were accelerated five times.

As soon as she entered the shop, a strong smell of animal flesh hit her in the face, making Mi Huang's face turn green and she covered her nose.

"Why is it so smelly!"

After these words were spoken, not only the shop owner and the servants were unhappy, but even the other customers in the shop were unhappy.

If the fur shop doesn't stink, can the furs hanging on the walls be real?

If Mi Huang shouted this in the fur shop, it would be like looking for trouble, not to mention the Zhao shop, which is the leading one in the fur business.

Everyone looked towards the door, their eyes lit up.

The girl has fair skin and a pair of big, bright eyes that shine through people's hearts. Her hair is flowing and smooth, which must have been carefully washed and cared for since she was a child. She washed it again before going out.

It does not resemble a human being.

It seems more like a ghost running out from the mountains, or a water ghost rising from the lake.

The slaves who came out to shop for their masters lowered their eyes, not daring to look at such a beautiful person.

They were afraid that the beauties would take their lives on the grounds that their gaze had defiled them.

The other customers in the shop, most of whom had dirty faces, looked at their faces and then their clothes.

He lowered his eyes and looked at what Mi Huang was wearing.

In Xianyang, where the main color is black, there is an extremely rare fiery red robe with narrow sleeves and wide edges, and a vivid phoenix embroidered on the chest with forty-eight gold threads.

The six businessmen, who were potbellied and looked shrewd, were all startled and looked away.

Look no further.

This attire undoubtedly shows that he is a noble, but I don't know how noble it can be.

Anyone who dares to continue watching is a noble.

There were three nobles, all young men, who came to the shop in person to select furs.

Judging from their positions, the tallest and most handsome young men are the main ones.

If people want beauty, cleanliness comes first.

An unclean person is not beautiful no matter what.

Cleanliness, nowadays, is a privilege reserved for the nobility.

When the young man saw Mi Huang wearing a red dress with a phoenix embroidered on her front, he had an idea in his mind and had a rough guess about Mi Huang's identity.

After pondering for a moment, he walked forward slowly.

After working at Zhao's Fur Co. for three years, the servant who was about to step forward to serve stopped silently, retreated to the counter, and dared not approach.

In the streets of Xianyang, there was a saying that a single blue brick could kill seven or eight nobles.

The servants who could survive in Xianyang all had first-rate eyesight.

"Bai Ma, nice to meet you, girl." The tall and handsome young man introduced himself in a very polite manner.

He smiled and stretched out his arms:

"Girl, just tell me what fur you want. You don't have to come here in person."

Mi Huang glanced at the white horse, and her eyes suddenly turned angry:

"I hate Shibai the most! Get out of the way!"

Bai Ma's eyebrows twitched, and there was some annoyance in his eyes.

Even if his guess was true, and the girl in front of him was really the favored daughter of the Queen Mother Huayang, the girl's status could not be compared with his.

Next to the white horse, there was a dark circle under the eyes. It was obvious that he was a young man who had indulged himself too much. He snorted softly:
"Little girl, don't talk nonsense, or you'll get into trouble."

"That's right." Another short man with an uncomfortable smile on his face said with a smile: "Brother Bai is the direct descendant of Jian Shu and Jian Gong. Now, do you still hate me, girl?"

Mi Huang felt disgusted.

These two unknown nobles must have guessed her identity, but they pretended not to know in order to please Bai Ma.

The proud girl was too lazy to argue with the lackey. She covered her nose with one hand and walked to the shopkeeper who was standing with his hands hanging down. She pounded the counter with her other hand.
"What about people?"

"Excuse me, young lady, who are you looking for?" The shopkeeper asked cautiously with a smile.

"Take me there." Mi Huang endured the unpleasant smell and said, "Otherwise I will tear down your shop."

When Mi Huang didn't see her husband in the shop after a quick glance, she knew that his whereabouts this time were a little secretive.

Mi Huang, who grew up under the influence of Queen Mother Huayang, is more than just a pretty vase.

Unfortunately, the shopkeeper doesn't understand the situation.

"My dear sir." The shopkeeper came out from behind the counter, clasped his hands and bent his waist, begging again and again: "Even if you tear down my shop, I really don't know who you are looking for."

Mi Huang fluttered her eyes twice as she looked at the shopkeeper's face, which did not seem fake, and a deep sense of doubt arose in her heart.

Mi girl did not doubt her husband's judgment that he was here, but she did not know how her husband could have such a close relationship with the cheap merchant - a relationship that could make the owner of the Zhao family fur shop give up his shop.

[Zhao's Chamber of Commerce was taken over by my husband?] Mi Huang thought as she walked out.

The shopkeeper had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw two warriors with Qin swords on their waists entering from outside the door, walking with obvious military style.

"Everyone get out!" One of them grinned and shouted, his roar like thunder: "My master has ordered to burn this shop!"

Another serious-looking man took out a fire starter from his bosom, glanced around, and set his sights on a brown fox skin with a reddish tint.

He strode forward, ready to use it to burn the house.

The shopkeeper stepped forward to stop him, shouting "No, no, no", but was kicked to the ground by the strong man.

Two servants came forward and helped up the shopkeeper who was holding his stomach and sweating.

The shopkeeper, who had always been treated with courtesy in Yan State, had a changed expression. He understood firsthand why the seven major chambers of commerce only opened shops in Xianyang, the number one city in the world, instead of using Xianyang as their base.

No, now there are six major chambers of commerce.

The Lu's Chamber of Commerce has been completely wiped out by Xianyang.

The white horse, who had been paying attention to all this, had its eyes twitching. He was frightened by Mi Huang's arrogance and left quickly with his two companions.

Before these three nobles left, the slaves and merchants had already disappeared without a trace.

Miss Mi stood outside the shop, keeping an eye on the people running the shop, and occasionally glanced at the four big characters "Zhao Shi Pi Mao" on the plaque.

Is burning a shop a big deal?

No, it’s not a big deal, not a big deal at all.

There is a yard behind the shop, and there are four rooms around the yard.

In one of the side rooms, Zhao Dashu, the head of the Zhao Chamber of Commerce, was talking with Ying Chengjiao across the table.

"Logically speaking, since the young master has spoken, there is no reason for Dashu not to respond." Zhao Dashu said in a deep voice.

He sat upright, as calm as a deep lake and as majestic as a mountain.

He is serious and dignified, and doesn't look like a businessman at all.

Prince Chengjiao waved his hand:
"Since Gongming and I are of equal standing, I will just address you as Uncle Zhao.

“I heard from Gongming that although Zhao Bo is not from Qin, he has never been talkative.

"Please don't beat around the bush, Uncle Zhao. Just say 'but' directly."

A hint of relief flashed across Zhao Dashu's eyes.

The style of carefully choosing each word is indeed not suitable for him.

He clasped his hands together and did not follow the boy's words to call him nephew, but continued to use the same name as before:

“Thank you, sir.

“The environment in Qin is not good, and the reputation of the King of Qin is extremely bad. You know the status of merchants here better than I do.

"My lord, if you need a tree to contribute labor and money, that's fine. "Qin, my lord, no."

Ying Chengjiao smiled bitterly inwardly.

It is an indisputable fact that since Shang Yang's reforms, the Qin State implemented the policy of farming and warfare, and the status of merchants plummeted to the bottom.

As for the King of Qin...there is not a single good person among all the Kings of Qin in history.

"Then..." Ying Chengjiao said tentatively: "How about Zhao Bo lend me some money for me to use?"

"My lord, you are asking for too much." Zhao Dashu shook his head: "With so much money, only you can repay it. The day you become the king, the Zhao family will enter Xianyang."

After talking with Zhao Dashu for a while, it was not until this moment that Ying Chengjiao felt that the person in front of him was a businessman.

Businessmen pursue profit.

"How much money can Zhao Bo give me in the name of Lord Chang'an?" Ying Chengjiao said bluntly.

Zhao Dashu looked Chang'an Jun up and down.

That look made Ying Chengjiao very uncomfortable, and he felt like a piece of cargo.

Zhao Dashu stood up and took out an abacus from somewhere.

He flipped his fingers and said amid the crackling sound of beads:

“The Lord of Chang’an in Qin can earn a thousand gold coins.

"I didn't tell you my real name when we met last time, so I'll give you a hundred gold coins to apologize.

"The young master and I are close friends, and he is regarded as my best friend, and is worth a thousand gold.

“You are the one chosen by Zou Zi, and you will be rewarded with a thousand gold coins.

"Your Excellency is well-known throughout the world for your virtue, and you are a true gentleman, worthy of a thousand gold.

"I am optimistic about you, young master, and I will give you another thousand gold coins."

The fingers stopped and the sound of the beads suddenly ceased.

Zhao Dashu raised his head and turned the abacus upside down.

The abacus remained in its original state, not even a single bead moved. This move required exquisite control of the force.

If people in the martial arts world saw this, there would definitely be quite a few people who would want to become his disciples.

But the two people in the room didn't care about this.

"Five thousand one hundred gold." Zhao Dashu concluded.

"Five thousand one hundred gold..." Ying Chengjiao repeated as he looked at the abacus, and laughed at himself: "These three words of mine, Ying Chengjiao, are worth five thousand one hundred gold."

His teacher, Lu Buwei, spent 517,000 gold coins.

A hundred times more, there is still seven thousand gold left.

"Have you ever heard of the phrase 'rare goods can be kept in good condition'?" The young man slowly lifted his butt off his heels and raised his body, using conversational skills: "Don't you want to be the second prime minister of Qin?"

"And then become the next thorn in the side of the Qin Lord, and want to get rid of him as soon as possible? Zhao Dashu said sternly, "If you are not the Qin Lord, I will not believe it."

Ying Chengjiao was not moved, but helpless, thinking about how to convince the owner of one of the seven, no, six, major chambers of commerce in front of him.

Five thousand one hundred gold can support the expenses of the Qin royal family, but it cannot support my brother, Master Sheng.

A waiter who had worked in the shop for several years ran in, his usually calm smiling face full of panic.

He forgot all etiquette and ran straight to Zhao Dashu's ear to whisper, as if he was excluding Ying Chengjiao, who could have a private conversation with the head of the Chamber of Commerce.

Zhao Dashu's eyebrows were displeased at first.

Isn't this behavior treating Chang'an Jun as an outsider? Then isn't it a waste of time for him to come all the way here?
After the servant finished explaining the matter in a few concise words, Zhao Dashu's displeasure quickly spread across his face.

The head of the Chamber of Commerce, who had lived in the deep mountains and forests with lions, tigers, bears and leopards for many years, spoke with anger for the first time:

"Changan Jun, you'd better get out quickly, otherwise my shop will become a wasteland."

Ying Chengjiao didn't know what was going on, but from the look on Zhao Dashu's face he knew that something bad must have happened outside, and that this disaster was most likely caused by himself.

"Sorry." He bowed his head to apologize, walked out quickly and came to the shop.

Then he saw the two guards who had always been protecting Mi Huang standing in the middle of the shop.

One of them threatened the shopkeeper and the servants with his eyes, telling them not to move.

The other one was holding a fire starter that only the rich and powerful could afford, and was trying to light a fox skin that was in pretty good condition.

"What are you doing?" The young man suppressed his anger.

The second guard protected Ying Chengjiao and Mi Huang all the way, so he knew Master Chengjiao.

Their faces straightened and they bowed. The guard who was good at speaking but didn't take the fire starter explained the reason:
"The girl couldn't find the young master, so she sent two of us in to lure him out under the pretext of setting the shop on fire.

"But the girl told us not to really light it, just pretend to do it."

"Just pretend." Ying Chengjiao gritted his teeth.

Mi Huang's act of pretending did not set the shop on fire, but it ignited the anger of the real owner behind the shop.

Zhao Dashu, who had always been deeply suspicious of the State of Qin and its King, turned his suspicion into certainty, becoming convinced that both the State of Qin and its King were no match for him.

The boy didn't say much and walked out of the shop.

Since Mi Huang's goal is to force him out, the shop will naturally not be burned down after he comes out.

The two guards looked at each other, and followed Chang'an Jun out.

They stepped out of the shop and saw the girl running happily to Master Chengjiao, chattering something.

Young Master Cheng Jiao, who had his back to them, raised his arms high.

"Do you know that you messed up my big plan?" the boy said in a cold tone.

The girl's eyes flickered as she looked at the boy's raised hand. She took a step forward and said stubbornly:

"have no idea.

"Who told that bastard merchant not to take me to find you? And you didn't come out."

The boy became more and more angry and wanted to yell loudly, but suddenly he felt that it was useless.

The reason why Mi Huang could stand here and be scolded by him was because his name was Ying Chengjiao, not because he knew he had done anything wrong.

The nobles did not think they were wrong.

"You don't know, I'm telling you right now, you ruined my plan." The white air from the boy's mouth sprayed on the girl's face: "Do you understand now?"

"Got it." Mi Huang took another step forward, almost sticking to the boy, gritted her teeth, and lowered her voice: "Are you going to hit me?"

"I never hit a woman on my own initiative."

"What do you mean?"

"You have two choices now." The boy pushed the girl away at arm's length, which was a distance that was easy to exert force. "Either kneel down and beg me to slap you loudly, and then you will listen to me from now on. Or go back and don't follow me anymore. With or without you, I will protect the Chu clan."

The dispute between handsome men and beautiful women is the most eye-catching.

When they were two noble men and women, it would be even more eye-catching.

It was rare for nobles to argue in public, it was embarrassing, and that was why Mi Huang came closer.

The pedestrian street is the most prosperous street in Xianyang, with a large number of people passing by, including nobles.

During the time when the two were arguing, although people were still walking around, their attention was actually shifted over there.

The white horse, wrapped in a shiny black bearskin robe, stood there, staring with interest.

He is not like those untouchables who dare not even watch the fun openly.

"Lord Chang'an, Lady Chu." Bai Ma clapped his hands and chuckled, "If we really slap each other in the street, it will be very interesting."

(End of this chapter)