Chapter 79: The Great Ming God of War: These people are this rich

In the world of Great Ming splendor,

inside a vast military tent, the Great Ming God of War, Zhu Qizhen, was currently playing and fooling around.

As the Emperor of Great Ming, he had been pampered since childhood, yet he longed to be like his forebears, campaigning on the battlefield and slaughtering in all directions.

Thus, this imperial expedition came to be.

However, while Zhu Qizhen was playing inside the tent, he saw a mist of white fog spread, and in an instant, he arrived in the midst of a vast starry sky.

Following the ancient path of the stars, he arrived at the current gourmet shop.

Upon stepping into the gourmet shop, an endless stream of information flooded his mind, leaving Zhu Qizhen stunned.

This was absolutely an immortal's fairyland!

"Oh, it seems new guests have arrived!"

Inside the gourmet shop, seeing the three people behind Tang San looking dumbfounded, Yue Buqun took the opportunity to change the subject.

Stop staring at him alone; he, Yue Buqun, has yielded, is that not enough?

And following Yue Buqun's reminder, the gazes of Ying Zheng and the others also took notice.

The expressions of Zhu Qizhen and the other two were clearly those of newcomers.

Involuntarily, Zhang Sanfeng, Abbot Xuanci, Stark, Ying Zheng, Tang San, and the others all silently found seats and sat down.

For a moment, only the three of them stood blankly in the gourmet shop, feeling somewhat at a loss.

"The three of you might as well sit down; if there is anything you wish to eat, you may order it yourselves!"

Su Mu looked at the three of them, said with a light chuckle, and then walked toward the back kitchen.

Judging by the state of these three, they would likely need some time to calm down.

Moreover, among the three, apart from Zhu Qizhen, the other two did not seem likely to be able to afford the food.

In any case, Cha Cha was still here, so he would leave it to her.

Thinking this, Su Mu headed toward the back kitchen.

This time, Yue Buqun, Stark, and the others had all been led astray by Ying Zheng.

They had developed a strange habit of juicing medicinal herbs to drink, which had greatly increased his workload.

And just as Su Mu was complaining to himself, inside the gourmet shop, Zhu Qizhen and his two companions also found seats and sat down.

Once seated, Zhu Qizhen began to examine the surroundings of the gourmet shop.

When he saw the dishes on the menu,

Zhu Qizhen's eyes could not help but light up.

This was a fairyland; could the food of an immortal be ordinary?

"Shopkeeper, please, I'll take one of every dish!"

Zhu Qizhen waved his hand grandly, ordering everything at once.

Such extravagance made Yue Buqun and the others look over one after another.

Especially Yue Buqun, who, thinking of his own financial straits when he first arrived, could not help but feel envious.

This person was dressed in finery; one look and it was clear he was a man of great wealth and status.

Involuntarily, following Zhu Qizhen's grand gesture, the gazes of Yue Buqun and the others also began to size up the other two.

One of them looked refined and scholarly, with the air of a bookworm.

The other was dressed in plain clothes and looked pitifully delicate.

At a glance, both appeared very ordinary and unremarkable.

Compared to Zhu Qizhen, these two were far inferior.

Furthermore, their gazes had clearly also looked over the menu, yet neither of them spoke.

The meaning behind this was all too clear.

These two likely could not afford to order.

And the reality was much as Yue Buqun had guessed.

At this moment, Ning Caichen and Jiang Yuyan were both sitting in their seats, feeling awkward.

They could neither leave nor stay.

Having just glanced at the menu, both had nearly fainted from shock.

A simple serving of egg fried rice actually cost ten taels of gold.

That was ten taels of gold, one hundred taels of silver!

Neither Jiang Yuyan nor Ning Caichen could produce that amount right now.

Ning Caichen was currently living in the dilapidated Lanruo Temple; how could he have so much money to order a serving of egg fried rice?

And Jiang Yuyan's situation was much the same.

She only had a few taels of broken silver to her name, not even enough to order the simplest cup of plain boiled water.

Having rarely entered a fairyland, the two felt quite embarrassed for a moment.

Especially with Zhu Qizhen on the side, whose extravagance was leaking out, putting great pressure on them.

Watching the embarrassment on their faces, Yue Buqun, Zhang Sanfeng, Abbot Xuanci, and the others revealed smiles.

No money?

No money is good; only when they have no money do they have a chance!

The group glanced at Ying Zheng, only to see that the latter had no interest in this.

Involuntarily, Zhang Sanfeng and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

"Two friends, I wonder if I might offer one thousand taels of gold to purchase your shares of watermelon juice!"

While Zhang Sanfeng and the others were still choosing their words, Yue Buqun had already stepped up first.

And his offer was not like Ying Zheng's, which went straight to ten thousand taels of gold.

After all, there was only one tycoon like Ying Zheng.

"Yue Buqun, you've gone too far, doing this again!"

As soon as Yue Buqun finished speaking, Abbot Xuanci, Zhang Sanfeng, and the others behind him were furious.

The matter of the black rice wine from before had not yet passed.

You actually dare to pull this stunt again!

"Two friends, we are willing to offer three thousand taels of gold!"

Beside Zhang Sanfeng, Song Yuanqiao spoke up directly.

They also had a great need for the watermelon juice.

Three years of lifespan was worth it; it was no loss to secure it.

"Amitabha, my Shaolin is willing to offer three thousand five hundred taels of gold!"

Just as Song Yuanqiao finished stating his price, Abbot Xuanci on the other side also made an offer.

It was not much, just five hundred taels of gold more.

Because of the boost of a hundred years of lifespan from Ying Zheng's previous purchase,

the effect of pure watermelon juice had now been greatly discounted.

Unless it was watermelon juice infused with items like thousand-year-old lingzhi, it only provided three years of lifespan.

This was the most it was worth.

Moreover, as time passed, it might become even less valuable.

Watching Abbot Xuanci drive the price to this point,

Yue Buqun hesitated, then withdrew.

The main event of the day clearly did not lie in the watermelon juice.

It was unwise to clash head-on with Shaolin for three years of lifespan.

If he missed out on the upcoming black rice wine because of this, the loss would be huge.

After all, the black rice wine was the only limited item here at the immortal's place.

Even though he had not yet tasted it, Yue Buqun already believed its effects would be outstanding!

With Yue Buqun's withdrawal, Zhang Sanfeng and Abbot Xuanci each secured a share of watermelon juice.

They paid on the spot and ordered an extra cup of watermelon juice.

Such a scene left Ning Caichen and Jiang Yuyan stunned.

Looking at the gleaming gold ingots before them, the two felt as if all of this were a dream.

The guests at the immortal's place were simply too terrifying.

This was a thousand taels of gold, and they were just using it to buy a cup of watermelon juice!

How crazy was this!

And Zhu Qizhen, sitting beside them, was slightly taken aback to see this group of people throwing around thousands of taels of gold.

These people were so wealthy.

Could they really be richer than him, the Son of Heaven of Great Ming?

Involuntarily, Zhu Qizhen secretly began to harbor a desire to compete.

In a while, he would definitely let this group see the strength of the Great Ming God of War, Zhu Qizhen.