Shocking! The entire court was drooling with envy because of me.

Mr. Zhao is a businessman and the richest man in the country. When he tasted such delicious crystal soup dumplings, he subconsciously thought of investing in them.

Zhao Cheng, however, only had a mind set on eating, drinking, and having fun, and couldn't possibly think of this aspect.

"Look at you, you're not even as smart as your sister. This Madam Shen is probably setting up a stall at the Ghost Market because she can't afford to pay her membership fees. Otherwise, she would definitely be setting up a stall at the morning market. After all, crystal steamed buns are the perfect breakfast."

"She has no money, but we do. We'll contribute the silver, and she'll contribute the recipe and her skills. If we work together, it'll benefit both of us. She can earn more money, and we can also profit..."

Then, Mr. Zhao took the opportunity to talk about his business acumen.

Zhao Cheng's eyes lit up, and after a while, he couldn't help but say, "That's right, Dad! That means I can eat crystal soup dumplings every day, whenever I want!"

All you ever think about is eating!

Master Zhao raised his hand and smacked Zhao Cheng on the head.

Why is his son so clueless?

Zhao Cheng pursed his lips. What's wrong with eating? He loves eating the most.

Not everyone enjoys doing business.

The family chatted, but they didn't stop eating the xiaolongbao (soup dumplings). In no time, they finished all the xiaolongbao.

Master Zhao licked his fingers, let out a burp, and stood up: "Come on, follow me closely and take a good look."

Zhao Cheng quickly stood up; he knew his father was going to discuss investment matters.

This is great! Although he's not particularly interested in business, this makes it much easier for him to enjoy crystal soup dumplings.

Eat whenever you want!

"Ahem~"

Master Zhao walked up to Shen Qing's stall, cleared his throat, and was about to speak in a serious tone when someone spoke up before he could say anything:

"Are you buying a spot again? It's another tael of silver?" The voice was full of anticipation and joy.

Master Zhao frowned: "I won't buy it."

"Don't cut in line if you're not buying."

"I'm not buying a seat or steamed buns!" Old Master Zhao was inexplicably angry, feeling that the important business he wanted to discuss had been interrupted.

"Why come here if you're not buying anything? Dressed so properly, are you some kind of lunatic like that scholar from earlier?"

"you--"

Seeing this, Zhao Cheng quickly pulled his father back, saying, "Father, let's get down to business. Don't bother with these people."

Master Zhao snorted coldly and turned directly to Shen Qing, saying:

"Madam Shen, I've tried your crystal soup dumplings, they're incredibly delicious, practically top-notch. It's such a waste that such delicious crystal soup dumplings are only sold in the ghost market. I know you must be having financial difficulties, but that's alright, I can invest in you. We can cooperate and open a bigger shop, and we can discuss the profit sharing details."

After saying this, Master Zhao slightly raised his chin, waiting for Shen Qing to express his gratitude.

After all, for a small vendor, having a wealthy businessman invest in them is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Basically, no one would refuse.

"What? What do you want? You'll have to wait in line first."

Shen Qing was busy rolling out the dough and filling the dumplings, completely absorbed in her work. She didn't pay any attention to what Master Zhao was saying, only vaguely knowing that the old man in front of her had talked a lot. Therefore, she subconsciously assumed that he was a customer who wanted to buy crystal soup dumplings.

In an instant, Master Zhao's face turned black.

In the past, no matter what kind of cooperation he went to discuss, the other party was always very respectful, afraid of missing a single word.

But today he talked a lot, and this young lady actually told him to go stand in line??

Zhao Cheng instantly sensed his father's displeasure and quickly raised his voice, "Madam Shen, my father said he can invest in you!"

"Investment?" Shen Qing was taken aback, then politely declined, "Thank you both for your kindness, but I don't need it at the moment."

unnecessary?!

Mr. Zhao found it even more outrageous; how could anyone possibly refuse his investment?

Nine times out of ten, this young lady doesn't understand the meaning of investment.

"I'll invest in you; I'll provide the money, and you'll provide the recipe and the craftsmanship. That way, you can open a shop in Ping'an County. Once the shop is open, you can do business from morning till night, which is much better than setting up a stall in the ghost market. If business is booming, we can even cooperate to open a branch shop!"

Master Zhao couldn't help but explain again.

Shen Qing politely declined with a smile, "I'm sorry, I don't have any plans to open a shop at the moment."

She's quite relaxed now that she's running a stall, and there are huge rewards from the system, so she thinks it's pretty good.

Let's talk about opening a shop later.

Master Zhao was even more astonished: "Have you thought this through? This is a golden opportunity to expand our business!"

"Thank you, but I'm not considering opening a shop for the time being."

Master Zhao couldn't figure it out for a long time, but since Shen Qing was unwilling, there was nothing he could do.

Turning around, I saw Zhao Cheng looking on with amusement.

He couldn't help but raise his hand and slap Zhao Cheng on the back of the head.

"Let's go!"

Zhao Cheng scratched his head, somewhat speechless. What had he done wrong this time?

Hmph, I never expected to see his dad get his comeuppance, it's quite interesting.

......

Wang Yueshu hesitated at home for a long time, but finally dragged her older brother and Xie Bantou to the Ghost Market.

"I don't know what Madam Shen was thinking. Why would she sell steamed buns at the ghost market instead of selling fried chicken?" Xie Bantou couldn't understand it at all.

He had been looking forward to fried chicken all day, but after leaving the yamen, he received the news that Shen Qing had switched to selling crystal xiaolongbao (soup dumplings).

This is truly sad news.

"Selling steamed buns at the ghost market, I reckon Madam Shen's business might not be doing too well," Wang Yuan sighed from the side.

Wang Yueshu chimed in, "Perfect timing! We can take this opportunity to persuade Madam Shen to stop selling steamed buns and continue selling fried chicken at the morning market."

"That would be even better. Steamed buns are everywhere, but fried chicken is one of a kind in the world." Boss Xie said with a mournful face.

This has happened several times already; every time he tries to bring fried chicken to the county magistrate, he fails each time.

It wasn't that he insisted on bringing it for the county magistrate; it was just that after he and his men ate fried chicken last time, the county magistrate smelled the aroma, so he promised to bring it for him.

He's been trying to wear it for several days but hasn't been able to. These past few days, the county magistrate's gaze towards him has been strange.

All three were wearing masks as they strolled around the ghost market.

"Why are so many people in this ghost market not wearing masks anymore?" Wang Yuan asked, looking around in confusion.

On ordinary days, when people come to the ghost market, they cover themselves up tightly, afraid of being recognized.

It's strange that so many people aren't wearing masks today.

A nearby vendor couldn't help but say, "You guys definitely haven't been to the ghost market these past two days. Let me tell you, a food vendor came to the ghost market, and everyone wants to eat, so it's not appropriate to wear masks. Therefore, they simply stopped wearing them."

The three exchanged glances, and Wang Yueshu asked, "Are you selling crystal xiaolongbao?"