Dear Lingshi

"Wait a minute, Manager Cao, please wait here for a moment. I'm going to go out for a while and I'll definitely give you a satisfactory answer when I come back."

After saying this, Lu Yunsheng walked out of the door without waiting for the reactions of the people in the room.

"This prodigal son! There is no hope for him! There is no hope for him! Master! I am so ashamed of you!"

Uncle Hu watched Lu Yunsheng walk out the door with the land deed and wanted to stop him, but in the end he collapsed on the chair powerlessly and wailed.

"Uncle Hu, Master Lu went out to mortgage the shop and pay us back for the goods, and we are even now. As long as you manage the business well, you can still redeem the shop with the extra money."

Although Shopkeeper Cao was comforting Uncle Hu at this moment, he actually felt as upset as if he had eaten a fly. When he came out, the task assigned to him by the owner of the family was to take over the shop. What had seemed like a sure thing had now fallen through.

He expected Uncle Hu to stop him, but he didn't expect that Lu Yunsheng, the prodigal son, would be so decisive and run out to mortgage the shop directly.

Now he has to pretend to be a good guy and comfort Uncle Tiger. But who will comfort him?

Following the original owner's memory, Lu Yunsheng came to the largest pawnshop in the city - Xinhailou.

The ancient building in front of you has three floors, with carved beams and painted rafters, and is very luxurious. Such a building is very eye-catching in the city.

"Hey! Master Lu is here. Are you going to pawn it today? Or redeem it?"

As soon as he entered the door, the counter clerk saw Lu Yunsheng and greeted him warmly.

"Erbao, go call your shopkeeper Lu."

Lu Yunsheng didn't waste any words and shouted directly to the guy named Erbao. The original owner of this body had pawned many things here before. They were all goods he secretly took out from his own shop. He used the money to buy alcohol and gamble. After a few visits, almost everyone in this pawnshop knew him.

Not long after, the owner of the pawnshop came out from the back hall.

"Mr. Lu, what brings you to my shop so early in the morning?"

The shopkeeper was a fat man, with a big, round face that didn't look honest at all, but rather cunning.

"Hey, let's see how much this is worth. Give me a price!"

When Lu Yunsheng saw the fat man coming, he put the title deed directly on the coffee table.

"Oh, Master Lu has given us a big job today. I am sorry for not treating you well enough."

"Erbao, why don't you serve tea to Mr. Lu?"

The fat man picked up the deed on the coffee table with two fingers, looked at it carefully, and asked without raising his head: "Mr. Lu is really willing to part with it. The shop on Huoluo Street is very valuable. Are you going to sell it directly? Or mortgage it?"

"Of course."

Lu Yunsheng's words were just as Fatty had expected. Fatty sneered in his heart, thinking, this kid had pawned so many things, when had he ever come to redeem them?

But the fat man was still conscientious and asked again: "How much is Master Lu going to take this time?"

Lu Yunsheng stretched out two fingers and gestured.

"2000 Spiritual Stones? This price is not too high. How long do you plan to bet on it, Mr. Lu?"

"About a year!" Lu Yunsheng said after thinking for a moment.

"Okay. The interest rate remains the same as before. I'll give you the lowest one."

The fat man was delighted. Judging from the offer, this prodigal really didn't want the shop anymore. He turned around and shouted at Erbao who was pouring tea: "You are getting lazier and lazier. It took you so long to pour tea."

"Boss, I'm coming right away."

Erbao's voice came from the back hall.

"I won't drink the tea. Please, Manager Lu, prepare the spirit stones and pawn tickets for me as soon as possible."

Yunsheng had other things to do and didn't want to waste time here.

"Erbao, go to the warehouse and get 2000 low-grade spirit stones, and bring me the pawn ticket as well. Hurry."

"Oh, alright."

Erbao agreed, and after a while he came over with a plate and placed it on the coffee table in front of them.

On the plate, pigeon egg-sized light blue spirit stones were piled up like a small hill, and a light yellow paper strip was pressed on the edge of the plate.

"Master Lu, please take inventory."

As the fat man spoke, he pulled out the yellow paper with a corner pressed by the spirit stone, looked at it, and then took out a foot-long brush from a palm-sized cloth bag at his waist, dipped it on his tongue, and began to write and draw on the yellow paper.

After a while, the fat man raised his head, checked the words on the note again, blew twice on the note, and then carefully tore it in the middle.

"Okay, Mr. Lu, this pawn ticket is for you and me. Keep it safe. One year from now, if you want to redeem the shop, just bring 2200 low-grade spirit stones and this pawn ticket."

"Okay. Why are you looking at me? Bring me a sack to hold the spirit stones. I don't have your Qiankun bag."

This time, Erbao didn't wait for the shopkeeper to speak and quickly ran to the back hall to get the bag.

"Hey, look at my memory. Your Uncle Hu confiscated your Qiankun bag. If you are short of spiritual stones in the future, bring the Qiankun bag to me and I will give you a good price."

Yunsheng smiled when he heard this and said, "Okay, you wait."

Yunsheng was walking on the street carrying a sack of 2000 low-grade spirit stones. He was not in a hurry to return to Duobao Pavilion, but walked towards a shop selling spirit grains nearby.

"Waiter, how much do you sell this level of spiritual grain for?"

"A low-grade spirit stone weighs two kilograms."

The waiter replied weakly.

"I want two thousand pounds."

The waiter, who was originally listless, immediately perked up upon hearing these words.

He asked, "Sir, are you going to make your own wine? We have some excellent aged yeast here."

Lu Yunsheng was delighted because they also sold yeast here, so he didn't have to buy it somewhere else.

He said directly: "Then give me another ten kilograms of wine yeast. Let's settle the bill. But you have to deliver it to Duobao Pavilion in Huoluo Street for me."

"Okay, don't worry, I'll deliver it to you within an hour. It's 1100 spirit stones in total."

"Can I get a discount if I buy so many of your things?"

Upon hearing this, the waiter said with a bitter face: "Sir, we are a small business, and we can't bargain."

"Okay." Yunsheng didn't hesitate too much.

"By the way, your big vat for storing spiritual grains is great. I want ten of these big vats. How many spiritual stones do you need?"

"Hey, this jar is a mundane thing, not worth much. I'll give you ten of them and send them to you together when the time comes."

Yes, Lu Yunsheng wanted to make his own wine. He felt that the wine brewed here had only undergone a simple preliminary fermentation. Whether in terms of taste or mouthfeel, it was not even a little bit inferior to the wine on Earth.

If he wanted to revive the Duobao Pavilion left by his father, he had to find another way.

When Yunsheng returned to Duobao Pavilion, only two quarters of an hour had passed. Shopkeeper Cao and his group were still drinking tea leisurely in the store.

Uncle Hu was serving tea and water to everyone and kept saying nice things.

Seeing this, Yunsheng walked up to him and took out 400 spirit stones and placed them in front of Shopkeeper Cao. He said, "Shopkeeper Cao, these are 400 low-grade spirit stones. The debt owed by Duobao Pavilion to Ruyi Hall is now settled."

Although Manager Cao felt aggrieved, he had no choice but to put away the spirit stones, put down the IOU, and leave with the two men in disgrace.