Cultivating Immortality Begins with Selling Oneself

Chapter 261 The Landlord's Foolish Son
"Snapped!"

Shen Fuyu took out a gold ingot from his sleeve and slapped it in front of the shopkeeper. "Shopkeeper, I'm not short of money. As long as you drive them out, this gold ingot will be yours. If it's not enough, I can add a few more."

Shen Fuyu's nostrils were raised high, and she had an attitude that everyone was in charge.

"Hey! What do you mean, you young man? Do you understand the first-come-first-served principle? We paid for it, so why should the shopkeeper kick us out?"

"Kid, be kind to others when you go out. Be careful, or you might end up in a sack without even realizing it."

"Your parents love you at home and are willing to indulge you, but if you dare to bully us, kid, we will let you know what a big fist like a casserole pot looks like."

Some of the guests have been traveling around the world for many years and have a strong sense of chivalry. They were very angry when they saw Shen Fuyu's disrespectful behavior.

Shen Fuyu rolled his eyes and simply took out some change from his pocket.

"Isn't it just that the money isn't there yet? I'll give it all to you."

Shen Fuyu kept throwing money out, and some poor people came forward and tentatively picked up the change. Shen Fuyu didn't say a word, but just looked at the big men provocatively.

"Is that enough? If not, I'll give you some more. Once you get the money, get out of here. I have a lot of people with me, and if a fight breaks out, you guys will definitely suffer."

Although he was acting, Shen Fuyu felt secretly happy.

A long time ago, Shen Fuyu had been imagining what it would be like to use money to hit people. Something that could not be done in modern times was actually realized in ancient times. Shen Fuyu tried hard to suppress the upturned corners of his lips, manage his expression well, and try his best to maintain his image as a stupid and rich person.

"Hahaha, Master, can you please give us a little more money?" The sharp-nosed and monkey-faced boy quietly approached Shen Fuyu with a flattering smile. "There's only this inn nearby. If we want to stay somewhere else, we'll have to walk five kilometers. Give us a little more money, just as a reward for our hard work, okay?"

"Look, you're aware."

Shen Fuyu stuffed a handful of silver into his hand without saying a word.

The little boy with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks suddenly laughed, and the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears.

"Shopkeeper, I can't live in that room anymore."

The pointed-faced young boy waved at the shopkeeper and quickly put the silver in his arms as if he had found a treasure.

He muttered, "There are inns everywhere, but it's rare to find a young master who is stupid and rich."

The pointed-faced young boy weighed the silver and was overjoyed. He could relax for a long time without having to worry about the money for his sister's medicine.

Seeing how generous Shen Fuyu was, the other customers who were watching came forward to pick up the silver. Most of them chose to take the silver and leave, leaving only one table of guests.

That was Zhang San who had just had an argument with Shen Fuyu. He pointed at Shen Fuyu with a trembling finger and slammed his sword on the table to make a noise, in order to attract Shen Fuyu's attention.

"I'm so sorry. Money can bribe others, but we brothers insist on staying in the inn and won't leave no matter what."

Zhang San crossed his arms over his chest, feeling a bit irritated by Shen Fuyu's shameless behavior. If Shen Fuyu had spoken nicely, Zhang San might have considered leaving, but since Shen Fuyu looked down on him like that, Zhang San naturally wouldn't back down.

"Yeah, do you really think money can buy everything? We brothers are not short of money."

"Boss, think carefully. As long as you kick them out, all the money will be yours."

Shen Fuyu didn't even look at Zhang San and the others. Instead, he pulled two more gold bars from his pocket and handed them to the innkeeper, constantly tempting him with gold. The innkeeper tried hard to look away, but his once resolute mind began to waver. The three gold bars Shen Fuyu had taken out represented the inn's annual income. Originally located in the suburbs, the inn had no other source of income except for passing caravans and wandering wanderers who would stop by briefly.

Shen Fuyu glanced at the corner of the shopkeeper's clothes that he was constantly mending, and said, "Shopkeeper, I'll add another ingot of gold."

The balance in the shopkeeper's heart instantly tilted, but Zhang San and others were unwilling to move. Moreover, Zhang San and his group had a particularly strong underworld aura, and the shopkeeper did not dare to offend them. He looked at Shen Fuyu with an embarrassed look.

How to do it?

The shopkeeper wanted money but didn't want to offend other customers, so he felt like he was going bald.

After thinking for a moment, the shopkeeper walked up to Zhang San with a flattering smile and tentatively said, "There's an inn not far away. I can return double the money you paid for staying there. How about you..."

"Boss!" Zhang San's eyes were wide open, and he looked very scary with a height of nearly two meters. His chest muscles twitched when he was angry.

The shopkeeper was afraid that Zhang San would hit him, so he quickly spoke to comfort him, "Sir, the purpose of running a business is to make money. Now that I have a generous customer, I naturally want to make more money. This is human nature. Look at what has become of my little inn. If you take the money, maybe I can keep it going for a while longer."

Zhang San's face looked extremely ugly. He felt that his chest was filled with anger and he wanted to vent it but he didn't know where to start.

It is understandable that the shopkeeper wants to make more money.

But, Shen Fuyu is really infuriating. If he leaves so easily...

Madam Shen stepped forward at the right moment, walked up to Zhang San and smiled gently, "Sir, my young master has been spoiled since he was a child, so his words may not be very pleasant. Please be flexible."

Seeing Zhang San's expression relax a little, as if he wanted to go down the stairs, Madam Shen added more strength, "Sir, you are so loyal when walking in the martial arts world. I know you feel very upset to leave so easily."

"But, my young master isn't quite right mentally. What's the point of arguing with him?"

Madam Shen could deliberately sound like the housekeeper who cleaned up the dandy young master's butt every day. Looking at the woman's kind face, Zhang San's expression completely relaxed. "Okay, in that case, we will leave. But I have to say this upfront. I'm not leaving because I'm afraid of that brat."

"Know, know."

Mrs. Shen quickly said a few words to comfort her.

The shopkeeper standing by breathed a sigh of relief.

The shopkeeper pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on what Mrs. Shen and Zhang San said. If he encountered similar things in the future, he would be able to handle them easily instead of worrying about them.

Shen Fuyu glanced at Zhang San and snorted coldly.

"Sir, I will clean up your room right away."

The shopkeeper quickly took Shen Fuyu away to prevent him from continuing to lose his temper.

Shen Fuyu nodded, and left with the shopkeeper with a compassionate look on his face. However, he did not forget to maintain his image and kept complaining that the inn was too shabby.

"What a shabby little inn! I've never stayed in such a shabby place before."

The shopkeeper kept wiping the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help complaining in his heart that the young master was really difficult to serve.

Shen Mengwu, who was following behind, couldn't help laughing, and her originally heavy mood also dissipated because of this scene.