Chapter 116: Moved by the Exemplary Figure of "Third Young Master Sword"—The Big Boss
Chapter 116: The Touching Model Character of "The Third Young Master’s Sword" — The Big Boss
“Hahaha…” Murong Qiudi laughed so hard her whole body trembled; she truly hadn’t expected this.
Though the tone was strange, paired with Xue Keren’s exaggerated movements, it unexpectedly amused Murong Qiudi.
“How about it? Want a drink?” Zheng Jian smiled. He always extracted resentment points from this woman, and since there was this special wine today, he might as well have some fun and cause less trouble, right?
Murong Qiudi finally stifled her laughter, feeling the muscles around her cheeks stiffen slightly. She quickly nodded, “Okay.”
With a wave of Zheng Jian’s hand, Xue Keren brought over a cup on a tray.
An indescribable exotic aroma filled the tavern. The few patrons there all craned their necks, staring hungrily at Xue Keren…
At the cup in her hand.
Murong Qiudi came from a wealthy and influential family, had seen every delicacy, and tasted countless fine wines.
Yet today, she was stunned. As Xue Keren approached, Murong Qiudi couldn’t help but stand up. Without taking the cup, she gestured, and the crystal-clear liquid in the cup transformed into a stream of wine. At the same time, Murong Qiudi parted her red lips and raised her swan-like neck, perfectly catching the wine as it poured directly into her mouth.
“Not every drop of milk is called Telunsu…” Zheng Jian suddenly thought to himself.
The first sip was not spicy at all. Instead, it was rich and lingering, a warm sensation rising from her stomach to her throat.
A blush spread across Murong Qiudi’s face, creeping down her neck.
“Burp!”
Murong Qiudi couldn’t help but hiccup.
Zheng Jian pondered and said, “Did you just… let out a drunken fart?”
Xue Keren: “…”
Murong Qiudi: “…”
The tavern patrons: “…”
Murong Qiudi’s resentment points +1999.
Right on target!
Perhaps the high concentration of alcohol amplified her resentment, instantly adding 1999 points to Zheng Jian’s satisfaction.
This wine was not wasted!
Since it was system-produced, it had to be top quality. This imperial jade nectar wine was absolutely a rare treasure—only ten jars existed, and Zheng Jian usually wouldn’t dare to bring them out.
However, Murong Qiudi just repaid him with 1999 resentment points, and Zheng Jian was pleased: not bad.
Murong Qiudi’s face flushed crimson—whether from the wine or Zheng Jian’s words, it was hard to tell. She stomped her foot and was about to rush out.
Zheng Jian hurriedly blocked her way. “What, trying to leave without paying after drinking the霸王酒 (king’s wine)?”
Murong Qiudi wished she could kill this infuriating guy with a single sword stroke. “How much?”
“Didn’t you hear? One hundred eighty gold per cup!” Zheng Jian grinned.
“…”
Murong Qiudi’s resentment points +999.
She was resigned—this was outright robbery!
Zheng Jian leisurely said, “Don’t call it robbery. This wine, across the whole world, there’s only this one jar. One cup less is one cup less. I’m giving you a deal at one hundred eighty taels of gold already!”
If I don’t reveal the truth, who knows there are ten jars?
Murong Qiudi felt dizzy and had no choice but to beckon. Outside, Xie Xiaodi brought her steward inside.
“Give it to him!” Murong Qiudi gasped.
The steward glared at Zheng Jian, who stared back unflinchingly.
The steward had no choice but to take out a gold note.
Zheng Jian's sharp eyes immediately recognized it as a five hundred tael note. He snatched it up, piling on a smile and flattering, “Ah, Miss Murong says no change needed? How generous of you! Truly, Miss Murong is magnanimous!”
Murong’s steward: “…” When did my lady say that?
Murong Fu’s resentment points +666.
Murong Qiudi ignored all this. She just wanted to leave quickly. A maid came to help her into the carriage.
Xie Xiaodi knew they couldn’t beat Zheng Jian, so she pulled the steward away.
Other patrons had wanted to try a cup, but upon hearing the ridiculous price—or rather, the complete lack of any reasonable price—they all hesitated. This wine, they weren’t worthy to drink it.
…
Night fell. Zheng Jian, carrying the Tear-Stained Sword, left the tavern and strode towards the Han Family Mansion. He had been secretly watching all day. The big boss truly hadn’t fled. Whether he was just brave or had some backing, he didn’t know.
At the Han Family Mansion, Zheng Jian rushed past the courtyard filled with flirtatious young women and came to the garden where the big boss was.
The big boss was still sitting in the pavilion, calm as ever. Seeing Zheng Jian arrive, he picked up his wine cup and took a sip. “Boss Zheng.”
Zheng Jian relaxed. “Big boss, you’re in high spirits! I thought you would have packed your things and run overnight. I underestimated your composure.”
The big boss smiled faintly. “I’m not as afraid of death as people imagine. But before I die, I have a request.”
Zheng Jian raised his eyebrows, impressed. “Go ahead.”
“I wasn’t satisfied last time when you roughed me up and made me cough blood! I want to do it again!” The big boss’s request was completely unexpected. Damn, the reason he chose to stay and face death rather than run was this?
Zheng Jian admitted he was stunned but happily obliged. What a great guy—crying and begging to earn a wave of resentment points before death. He was truly one of the top ten model characters in “The Third Young Master’s Sword”!
The big boss put on a full display of dignity, glanced at the wine before him, and suddenly said, “As the saying goes, wine is a poison that runs through the intestines.”
Zheng Jian pondered and replied, “But another saying goes, wine is grain’s essence; the more you drink, the younger you become!”
The big boss faltered. Resentment points +666.
He quickly added, “Another saying goes, the higher you stand, the farther you see.”
Zheng Jian shot back, “And another saying goes, the higher you climb, the harder you fall!”
Big boss’s resentment points +999.
The big boss continued, “There’s a saying, the sea of bitterness is boundless; turning back is the shore.”
Zheng Jian said, “And there’s a saying, a good horse doesn’t eat the grass behind it; once the bow is drawn, the arrow doesn’t return!”
Big boss’s resentment points +999.
This time the big boss was well prepared. After a pause, he said, “As the saying goes, a leopard leaves its skin when it dies, a man leaves his name.”
“Not bad…” Zheng Jian mulled over it, and the big boss’s smile slowly appeared.
“Another saying goes, a name eternal through a thousand autumns, yet loneliness follows the body after death!” Zheng Jian continued.
The big boss’s smile froze. Could he really respond to that?
Big boss’s resentment points +999.
He racked his brain, sweat dripping from his forehead, and finally said, “As the saying goes, nothing should be hidden from people; know everything, say everything, say it all!”
He didn’t believe Zheng Jian could top that!
Zheng Jian thought for a moment and casually said, “Another saying goes, only speak a third of what you know to others; never reveal your whole heart.”
Ha! When it comes to banter, I’m on a cosmic level!
Big boss’s resentment points +1999.
The big boss’s throat went dry; he spat a mouthful of blood, trembling as he said, “As the saying goes, all lovers in the world ultimately become couples!”
Zheng Jian leisurely replied, “But another saying goes, all lovers in the world are siblings!!!”
Big boss’s resentment points +1999. He coughed up more blood.
The big boss steadied himself on the table, forcing out, “As the saying goes, endure for a moment and the storm will subside; take a step back and the sea will widen the sky!”
Zheng Jian laughed heartily. “But another saying goes, the more you endure, the angrier you get; the more you retreat, the more you feel wronged!”
Big boss’s resentment points +1999.
…
Thanks to book friend “Halfway up Wushan Road 1” for the 500-point coin reward. Much appreciated, brother.
(End of chapter)