Buddhist Miracle Doctor: The Dark Prince, Can't Get Rid of Him

Across the street, a burly guy was walking towards us, holding three steaming steamed buns.

"Ma'am, the buns you ordered are here." The waiter said to Mu Yingbao while looking around to put the cage down.

Brother Hui immediately stood up, moved his chair over, and motioned for him to put it on the chair.

"Brother, please give us six portions each. I only need three." Mu Yingbao knew that if he didn't let the waiter share the food, those people might feel embarrassed to eat as much as they wanted.

"Very good." The waiter responded and took up the lotus leaves on the cage cover and wrapped them one by one to share.

"Madam, how can I let you spend money?" The old village chief said embarrassedly when he saw that his villagers were too embarrassed to accept the gift and looked at him.

"What is the old village chief talking about? There's no need to be polite with me. Let everyone eat while it's hot. We can order more if it's not enough." Mu Yingbao felt a little uncomfortable when he saw these simple fishermen.

Three steamed buns and eleven wontons cost only two cents in total. To me, it was a very small amount of money, just enough to buy some snacks.

But, let them do this.

"We are all family, don't be polite. If you continue like this, I won't dare to accept the fish and shrimp you give me for free in the future." Mu Yingbao said with a smile.

When the old village chief heard this, he quickly spoke up, "Since the lady has said so, let's not be polite."

As soon as the old village chief opened his mouth, everyone started to take the buns.

After the three baskets of buns were distributed, there were still some left, so Mu Yingbao asked the waiter to distribute them again.

Just as the buns were divided, a tray of steaming hot and fragrant chicken soup dumplings was brought in.

This scene made the people at the nearby stalls envious, and they looked over here with envy while eating their cakes. They were very curious about why these strange vendors were selling cakes. The owner was so generous!

What made Mu Yingbao even more sad was that she thought that if she asked the waiter to share the buns, these people would be able to eat as much as they wanted.

But that didn't happen. No matter the adults or the child who followed Haibei, they all ate the wontons cleanly, without leaving even a mouthful of soup. However, they ate one or two buns and said they were full.

Mu Yingbao knew what she meant by being full. She clearly wanted to save the food to bring back for the elderly and children at home.

However, she did not expose it.

Today we must find a way to win over a big customer and sign a long-term supply contract.

Only in this way can we truly help them and allow their families to be willing to eat buns.

Kong Lian, who was disguised as a firewood seller not far away, saw this scene and laughed.

She thought to herself, why are these people being so polite to her? With her financial resources, she could afford to treat them to buns for the rest of their lives.

Seeing Tao Qingyuan looking at him, Kong Lian did not lower his head in panic.

From the look on this ghost-fearing face, it can be confirmed that the old man probably already noticed that he was following him.

So, not only did he not turn his head, but he also smiled at Tao Qingyuan.

However, Old Man Tao did not respond.

Tao Qingyuan is now certain that Gang Leader Kong's goal is to get his granddaughter.

Even though it was a good thing, Tao Qingyuan didn't appreciate it. Because he felt that the other party's action was not out of gratitude, but had ulterior motives. Humph! So what if he was the leader of a gang? He had a wife and concubines. This alone made him unqualified!

Even if the girl doesn't mind, it's useless. The prince, who is so angry, will definitely not agree to it.

Although Tao Qingyuan has not married, he still has a deep understanding of men. He is not stingy about women. It is not about whether he likes the facial features or not.

Even if he couldn't get it himself, he wouldn't let others get it, especially someone of the status of the prince!

Here, the wonton bowl was returned to the shop by Haibei's father and his men.

Before the merchant ship arrived, Mu Yingbao set up the stall himself, hanging two samples of shell curtains on one side and displaying ornaments made of shells and conchs on the other.

As soon as it was put up, it attracted many pedestrians.

Having lived by the sea for so long, I never imagined that these things everywhere could be made into so many useful and beautiful things.

There were a lot of people watching, all of them came to see the fun.

Some people asked about the price, but no one bought it even though they liked it.

You have to spend money to buy all the things in the ruins? Can't you just pick some up to wear yourself?

"Calm down, we want merchants, not them." Mu Yingbao looked at the villagers who looked a little depressed and spoke to comfort them.

It is easy to make these things and the materials are available everywhere. After today, there will definitely be people who will learn to make them and sell them.

Mu Yingbao had already thought of this.

But we can't stop doing it or do it secretly just because of this.

The key issue actually lies in the sales process.

If no merchants come to negotiate today, Mu Yingbao decides to invest money to let the old village chief build a caravan to take the goods out for sale.

Mu Yingbao believes that these handicrafts will definitely be marketable.

Not far away, someone pointed in this direction and said, "Brother Wen, look, why are there so many people gathered over there? I wonder what that rare thing is."

Wen Zanghua looked over and said disapprovingly, "This street has been around for so many years, when have you ever seen anything new or rare?"

"Brother Wen, you lock yourself in your room reading all day long. Now that you finally get out for a walk, could you please not spoil the fun? Let's go and take a look to see if there's anything new." As the man spoke, he dragged Wen Zanghua towards the stall.

"Fang Ziyu, if you continue like this, I won't go out with you anymore." Wen Zanghua wanted to struggle, but the person who was dragging him was a martial artist and was too strong.

"Get out of the way." Fang Ziyu shouted in a domineering manner as he dragged people to the outside of the stall.

The people who were originally surrounding the stall were very dissatisfied when they heard the shouting, but when they turned around and saw who was coming, they immediately shut up and moved away.

People who have been at the dock for many years know that this man is no ordinary person. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a bully at Sanyang Wharf.

Although there is a gate at Sanyang Wharf, the person who has the most influence here is not the county magistrate in the yamen, but this person's father, Fang Shitang.

Some of the largest shops at Sanyang Wharf are his.

Not only that, the Fang family also has an escort agency and a martial arts school.

Several generations of the Fang family have practiced martial arts. Fang Ziyu's grandfather once saved the emperor and was rewarded by the late emperor.

Therefore, here, the Fang family is the king.

Although there is a gate at Sanyang Wharf, the person who has the most influence here is not the county magistrate in the yamen, but this person's father, Fang Shitang.

Some of the largest shops at Sanyang Wharf are his.

Not only that, the Fang family also has an escort agency and a martial arts school.

Several generations of the Fang family have practiced martial arts. Fang Ziyu's grandfather once saved the emperor and was rewarded by the late emperor.

Therefore, here, the Fang family is the king.

Fang Ziyu is called the little bully here, but he has never done any harm to anyone, he just acts a little arrogantly on a daily basis.

As the onlookers moved away, the objects on the stall appeared. Fang Ziyu was stunned and let go. Wen Zanghua, who was free to move, was about to take the opportunity to leave...