Dragon's Origin

Uncle Liu was well-prepared for this kind of situation. Shopkeepers always encounter these kinds of hooligans and local ruffians. These guys are sometimes like plaster, once they stick, it's hard to get rid of them. Without a strong background, you'll always be extorted.

With Qian Sheng Yuan's backing and future business scale, Uncle Liu could completely ignore these guys. But today is the opening, and to have a good omen, giving these guys a little benefit would avoid having to deal with them and ruin today's festive atmosphere.

But this is only limited to today. If these guys dare to wander around Qian Sheng Yuan's door after today, Uncle Liu, who has been secretly reminded by Mei'er, will definitely give them a thumbs up and sincerely admire their courage. Bah! Give them ten thousand guts!

"Customers are always welcome!" Uncle Liu is definitely an expert in dealing with people. Even the most critical person can't find fault with him in this regard: "Thank you all for your support. Please come to the inner hall for tea, and there will be a reward!"

Even if it's pacifying gangsters, it can't be done in public, so Uncle Liu invited these people to the back for tea. For this level of hoodlums, one gold coin per person is already a sky-high price. Today is the opening, so it's cheap for them.

"Spare me that!" The skinny, pale-faced guy with his hand outstretched looked disdainful: "Right here, take it out in front of me!"

"Alright!" Uncle Liu also deeply understood the essence of dealing with the underworld. It doesn't matter if you don't want to go inside: "Everyone came to congratulate us. Our shop has nothing to repay, so one gold coin per person. Please have some tea."

A quick-witted shop assistant had already counted the number of people and came out holding a tray covered with brocade. Reaching the front, the tray was presented to Uncle Liu. Uncle Liu reached out and uncovered the brocade. Dozens of gold coins were neatly spread out. Uncle Liu reached out and made a gesture, and the shop assistant sent the tray to the skinny, pale-faced guy.

The pale-faced guy smiled strangely at Uncle Liu, waved his hand, and a rogue-looking companion stepped forward, took the tray, and with a crash, poured dozens of gold coins into a cloth bag, casually throwing the tray back.

The shop assistant showed good skills, stepped forward, and deftly caught the tray. Just as he was about to turn around and return to the store, he was kicked in the chest by the pale-faced guy.

Bang, the shop assistant's body flew out. He was just a first-level shop assistant. The pale-faced guy's kick had already shown the level of the third level.

"You think you can get rid of me with a few dozen gold coins? Do you think I'm a beggar?" The pale-faced guy kicked the shop assistant away, turned around, and sneered at Uncle Liu with a fake smile.

"Is that so!" Uncle Liu looked at the shop assistant who was getting up, signaled him to go back, and then turned to the store and shouted: "Write it down, Wu You City has an order, one hundred gold coins to buy a life. These guys, count them one by one, and their families too."

The pale-faced guy's expression changed on the spot, and he shouted at Uncle Liu in shock and anger: "You, what do you mean?"

He was just a third-level hooligan. Although he could bully those small merchants without power in the capital, if the assassins of Wu You City really followed this price, even including their accomplices and family members, if a bounty was really placed on them, they would probably have to either hide their names and take their families to a place where no one knew them and live in fear, or just stretch their necks and be killed.

"Wasn't I clear enough just now?" Uncle Liu looked at the pale-faced guy in surprise and asked suspiciously: "Or is there something wrong with your ears? It's just what I meant just now! It's just a matter of tens of thousands of gold coins, maybe it won't even be needed. If you count all these people with their families, will there be more than two hundred? At most, it's a matter of twenty thousand gold coins, a small matter!"

The guys who came with the pale-faced guy were almost paralyzed with fear. Who would have thought that in a shop they thought had no backing, a shopkeeper would dare to directly and calmly throw out tens of thousands of gold coins to buy their whole family's lives? They just followed their boss to ask for a few gold coins, and is it worth losing their lives for this?

The pale-faced guy was directly dumbfounded. He never expected that Uncle Liu would not follow the script he had envisioned at all. He was just a small pawn instructed by someone. The other party was about to kill someone as soon as the price negotiation failed. Do you guys do business like this? If the price is not recognized, can't you haggle?

"Brothers just want a few more coins, shopkeeper, you don't have to, right?" The pale-faced guy forced a smile on his face, he couldn't see his smile, it was almost a pleading smile: "Or, how about, we'll leave now, okay?"

Such a large courtyard is only used for one venue. Regardless of whether the background of the Changsheng Marquis Mansion is still strong or not, their gold coins are real. With a move of their lips, tens of thousands of gold coins can buy the lives of their entire family. If they had known that this side was so tyrannical, they would not have dared to easily come over and play this kind of hooliganism!

As for using his third-level strength to attack Uncle Liu, the shopkeeper? Just kidding, a store that throws tens of thousands of gold coins at every turn, who would believe that there are no experts in it to guard the place? He just kicked a shop assistant just now, and they didn't care. Dare he move Uncle Liu? Absolutely before he touches Uncle Liu, his hand will leave his body first.

The person who instructed him did not expect that people would do this, buying people's lives at the slightest disagreement, and even lazy to let their guards take action. This situation is completely different from what everyone imagined! What to do?

"That won't do!" Uncle Liu smiled very gently, and asked as if discussing business: "My shop assistant was kicked and injured by you, and he will have to lie down for at least half a year. Our shop has to support him, so what do you say about this matter?"

What else can be done? The pale-faced guy cried and snatched the bag containing the gold coins from the little brother just now, and respectfully sent it to Uncle Liu: "Shopkeeper, do you think this is enough to support your shop assistant's injury?"

Uncle Liu casually took the cloth bag and threw it back. The shop assistant who was kicked just happened to be there, and accurately caught the cloth bag with a stretch of his hand, and happily put it away. Just the accuracy of Uncle Liu's casual throw shows that he is definitely not the kind of fat shopkeeper who can only calculate accounts and do business, and his cultivation is definitely higher than the pale-faced guy.

The pale-faced guy's face twitched, and he didn't dare to say anything. Just as he was about to leave, Uncle Liu suddenly asked: "Didn't you come to give gifts? Where are the gifts? Why didn't I see them?"

Hearing this, the pale-faced guy's legs softened, and he almost knelt down. Returning the gold coins is not enough, do they still have to bleed heavily?

The people around who were watching have completely become excited. This big show is really wonderful, ups and downs, it's so good!

The pale-faced guy's eyes have begun to ask for help from a corner outside the crowd. That is where the person who instructed him is standing.