Chapter 1

First Volume, Chapter 1: I Earn My Own Money

"Now, Tang San Zang was a fool—the old man was really Bai Gu Jing in disguise, already exposed by Sun Wu Kong's fiery golden eyes, but no one believed him…"

"Worst of all, Tang San Zang flew into a rage at Sun Wu Kong: 'You wicked monkey, you dare try to take another life? Today, Master must rid myself of you!'"

"Then he chanted the Tightening Headband Spell…"

Liang Kingdom, Qin Residence Back Courtyard.

In the courtyard stood a large square table, covered with a red cloth, upon which rested a small gavel.

A handsome youth in brocade robes stood behind the table, holding a folding fan, vividly recounting the story of Sun Wu Kong's Three Strikes Against Bai Gu Jing from Journey to the West.

The audience consisted of some twenty maids and servants of the Qin Residence.

At this moment, their emotions were swept up by Qin Feng; each face grew tense, fearing the foolish Tang San Zang would doom the invincible Da Sheng.

Crack—

Suddenly, Qin Feng slammed the gavel; the atmosphere tightened: "In an instant, Sun Wu Kong, clutching the Jin Gu Zhu, writhed in agony as the old man transformed from Bai Gu Jing, claws extended, appeared behind Tang San Zang…"

He sipped tea to moisten his throat, unfurled his folding fan, and smirked: "To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next installment."

"Ah…"

The crowd, utterly entranced, burst into wails at these words.

Qin Feng dragged out a large chest from behind the table, clearly labeled with three big characters: "Tip Box."

He stepped onto the table, grinning at them: "Come on, come on! Since you enjoyed it so much, that proves this Young Master's storytelling is top-notch. Whether you've got money or not, chip in for the tip box."

"…."

The maids and servants' faces twitched.

They knew their Young Master was a wastrel, his monthly yuefu capped by the First Miss and Third Miss at just One Hundred Tael.

What could One Hundred Tael do for a wanfu?

Not even enough for one night at a brothel.

Yet this fool, desperate for cash to indulge, had gone mad—openly extorting money from his own servants!

Instantly, their expressions turned bleak; some young maids even teared up, eyes welling with panic.

"Hey hey hey, what's that face for? Like I'm bullying you or something."

Qin Feng rolled his eyes.

He knew these maids and servants had once exploited his status to extort plenty of money themselves—today he was just asking them to bleed a little.

Seeing their slumped postures, he grew annoyed: "What? Am I blackmailing you? Am I extorting? This is earned income, do you understand?"

"Line up! One by one, give your tips!"

"Don't worry—once I make money, I'll take you all out drinking, gambling, and whoring, and we'll rule Jingdu…"

The crowd, already miserable, nearly wept at Qin Feng's words.

Make money?

Master, the entire Qin Family is nearly bankrupt because of you!

If you could earn money, sows could climb trees…

But Qin Feng had spoken—they dared not disobey. Reluctantly, they lined up and dropped coins into the tip box.

Satisfied, Qin Feng nodded, twirling his folding fan and humming a tune as he strolled to a reclining chair and sat down.

Immediately, a delicate, beautiful maid approached with a fruit tray, knelt before him, revealing her elegant collarbones…

"Oh my, Xiao Xiangxiang, just a little while apart and you've grown even prettier!"

As always, Qin Feng feigned reaching for a grape, but his hand wandered shamelessly.

The smooth touch sent shivers through him.

The maid blushed furiously but still placed peeled grapes, one by one, into Qin Feng's mouth.

Behind the reclining chair stood a fifteen-year-old boy in a small felt hat, with sly, rat-like eyes, fanning him with exaggerated devotion.

"Master, you're brilliant! I just checked—the box already has nearly Two Hundred Tael!"

The boy was Qin Xiaofu, Qin Feng's study companion, gazing at him with deep admiration.

Master truly was Master—he squandered the family's money, and now even the servants'!

Qin Feng felt a pang of despair: damn it, even his servants had more money than he did.

He was utterly broke—nothing of value remained in the courtyard.

Why? Because it had all been squandered…

But what made Qin Feng want to spit blood was that he had nothing to do with it.

He was not the Qin Family's wastrel—he was a department manager from a twenty-first-century company, who died in a car accident, only to awaken in this strange world with his soul intact.

This world resembled his past life's Song Dynasty, yet its technology and culture were far inferior.

The original body was the infamous wanfu of the Capital, son of the Minister of War.

With the doting affection of his four older sisters, he had become utterly lawless—learning to kidnap girls, frequent brothels, gamble in dens, and terrorize the streets since childhood.

Ten days ago, he was tricked into a high-stakes gamble with Li Rui, son of the Minister of Revenue, and lost ten thousand good fields outside the city—sending his father into a rage so fierce he nearly bled to death…

His father then ordered him confined to the residence.

But this fool still wouldn't behave!

Provoked by Li Rui, he sneaked out at night, climbed the wall, and went aboard a boat to drink and carouse with Li Rui's gang of friends.

Somehow, he got drunk, fell into the lake, and when pulled out, was already dead.

Yet.

After meticulously reviewing his memories, Qin Feng was certain: he had not drowned—he had been poisoned.

Recalling that night, Li Rui had acted strangely—excessively charming, treating him to dinner, and even hiring the top courtesan to accompany them.

As the saying goes, when something happens contrary to normalcy, there must be a trick behind it—Li Rui cannot escape blame in this matter.

Qin Feng's current situation is far from as calm as it appears on the surface.

Li Rui knows he is alive, and very likely will return to strike again.

To dare strike at the son of the Minister of War, the web of interests involved is anything but ordinary!

Once the bow is drawn, there is no turning back—even to silence him, Li Rui will not easily let Qin Feng go.

Therefore, he must prepare in advance.

How to prepare?

The first step is obviously to make money!

Only with money can he recruit soldiers and horses, gather talent, and build power.

But after he woke up, Second Sister Liu Hongyan announced a major decision: to cut his monthly salary to one hundred tael!

How is Qin Feng supposed to live like this?

If you won't give me money, I'll get it myself!

This Young Master was once the top sales champion—how could he fail to make a fortune in this ancient world?

And so, the scene before us came to be…

"Of course! Who do you think I am? A little silver—what can it do to me?"

Qin Feng, in the manner of a wastrel, boasted: "Not even three or four hundred tael—three or four hundred million tael? For This Young Master, it's as easy as picking something up from the ground."

"Tonight we'll go out and truly enjoy ourselves—I heard Yi Hong Yuan just got a new top courtesan, so fresh and tender…"

As he was happily imagining this, Qin Xiaofu suddenly flinched, his neck pulling back, eyes wide, pointing his lips toward him with a silent shape:

"Second Miss… behind you…"

At the same time, a faint fragrance drifted into his nose.

Damn it!

Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no—Second Miss?!

(Note: All the sisters were adopted by Qin Feng's father, so they do not share his surname—please keep this in mind~)