I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Yan Ping thought for a moment and turned to the butler.

"It's not impossible."

"I just owe you the Lingzhu, so you have to pay me the interest."

Yan Ping looked at his rather old face, thought for a moment, and said sincerely.

"Mr. Old Man, how much profit do you think is appropriate?"

The butler didn't dare to straighten his back.

"How much do you think is appropriate, senior?"

Yan Ping thought about it and turned to look at the second floor of Duobao Pavilion.

"Wen Ye, how much is a reasonable profit for 150,000 spirit beads?"

Before Wen Ye could speak, a low, hoarse voice from someone unknown came into his ears.

"The City Lord's Mansion is secretly lending money, up to fifty yuan a day."

Wen Ye's pupils dilated slightly and he was silent for a while.

"If you don't pay it back one day, you will have to pay it back in half."

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows and glanced at the shopkeeper of Duobao Pavilion who was leaning against the window.

Then he looked at the butler, reached out and patted him gently on the shoulder.

"Old man, listen carefully, right?"

"150,000 spirit beads, prepare them as soon as possible."

The housekeeper felt as if he was falling into an ice cellar. Fifteen hundred thousand spirit beads would have to be added to seventy-five thousand if they were not paid in one day. In just two days, they would have to pay at least three hundred thousand spirit beads.

He suddenly began to wonder if this man was some rival who had deliberately sent someone to deal with them.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yan Ping assumed that he agreed and snorted.

"When the time comes, send it to Duobao Pavilion and I will come here to pick it up."

After Yan Ping finished speaking, he turned around and walked back to Duobao Pavilion.

When we reached the second floor, Cheng Huiyuan and Fang Quan had disappeared.

Only the shopkeeper on the second floor of Duobao Pavilion looked aggrieved.

"Senior, you have caused me so much trouble."

Yan Ping handed the sword in his hand to Wen Ye who was standing beside him, looked at the shopkeeper's face which was both bitter and happy, and chuckled.

"Didn't you say they were offering a fifty percent interest rate?"

The shopkeeper coughed dryly, not at all surprised that his voice transmission was detected. He looked around and then led the people to a specially made elegant room on the second floor.

"Senior, please come this way."

There were several plates of snacks and the best tea in the room, still steaming hot.

Wen Ye was a little confused.

These were obviously just prepared. Could it be that Duobao Pavilion has something important to ask for?

Yan Ping looked around and didn't care. He went in without paying attention to the order of things and found a seat by the window.

The shopkeeper of Duobao Pavilion closed the door quietly, turned around and saw Wen Ye still standing there, and greeted him hurriedly.

"Come sit here, little brother."

Yan Ping tilted his head and looked over, chuckling.

"Do you have a grudge against the Duobao Pavilion and the City Lord's Mansion?"

The shopkeeper laughed dryly and shook his hands repeatedly.

"No, no, no, Duobao Pavilion and the City Lord's Mansion have no grudge against each other."

"It's just that I can't stand them."

"It's rare that I meet someone they can't afford to offend, so I want to make some friends."

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly, then poured a few cups of tea himself, pushed one cup to Wen Ye, and personally brought one cup to Yan Ping.

"It's mainly because the Cheng family is too bullying, especially Cheng Huiyuan, who bullies men and women in the city and does all kinds of evil."

"But the city lord has a good reputation in the city. Except when it comes to Cheng Huiyuan, he is usually a good person."

Wen Ye's face was cold, "If he was really a good person, why would he let Cheng Huiyuan become like this."

Yan Ping chuckled. Although this child was only sixteen or seventeen years old, he had quite an insight into things.

The shopkeeper looked at them, a little surprised, and then sighed.

"You two are absolutely right."

"The city lord is indeed not a good person."

"I learned from private sources that this person not only secretly lent money, but also secretly trafficked mortals."

Wen Ye was stunned, then looked at Yan Ping.

Yan Ping propped one foot on the chair, tapped the mask with one finger, and looked thoughtful.

"Why does he kidnap mortals?"

The shopkeeper pursed his lips, his eyes a little gloomy.

"It is said that it was given to someone with a higher status than him in the sect."

Yan Ping frowned. There was only one sect nearby.

"From the Tianyang Sect?"

Although it had been a long time since he read the books in his previous life, thanks to his cultivation, his memory of them was still very vivid.

The book doesn't mention who did this after the protagonist entered the Tianyang Sect.

But this world is so vast that a book may seem to have millions of words at first glance, but to some people, they are just a few words.

The shopkeeper nodded.

"Yes, I paid some attention to it, but something almost happened later, so I never pursued it again."

"Senior, if you want to continue, please be careful."

Yan Ping took a sip of tea.

"Thank you."

After coming out of Duobao Pavilion, Yan Ping took Wen Ye, who was covered with many bags and small packages, back home.

Wen Ye carried one on each side and one on the front and back of his neck.

They were all gifts given to Wen Ye by the owner of Duobao Pavilion, most of them were materials for the Qi Refining Stage.

Wen Yezhui was behind Yan Ping, his voice a little dull.

"Senior, has your injury relapsed?"

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows and turned around.

"Why don't you call me sir?"

Wen Ye's expression remained unchanged, "Senior, do you like me to call you sir?"

Yan Ping chuckled, turned around and continued walking forward, "Senior, I will look a little old."

"Calling you sir is too unfamiliar."

"Just call me Master from now on."

Wen Ye's face turned pale and blue: "......"

Now he just hated himself for having a mouth. Why did he ask him about his injury?

Even without turning around, Yan Ping could imagine the child's expression. He wanted to laugh, but he didn't suppress it.

Then Wen Ye heard the muffled laughter coming from the front. He was a little annoyed and simply followed without saying a word.

When the laughter ended, Yan Ping's lazy voice was heard.

"It was just a sword move. I didn't do anything."

Wen Ye couldn't help but look up and forward. When Yan Ping didn't have the sword in his hand, he regained his previous temperament, as lazy as a young master wandering on the street.

As Yan Ping walked, he looked at the goods sold by the nearby vendors.

After leaving the street of Duobao Pavilion, the surrounding area became lively again, with people coming and going, and many inns were calling for people to stay.

Yan Ping thought for a moment and looked at Wen Ye, "Did you leave anything at that fat guy's house?"

Wen Ye was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

"No, I don't have much stuff, I carry it all with me."

"Then let's go to the inn."

Yan Ping said this, pointing excitedly to the inn not far ahead.

Wen Ye looked up, confused.

"Feixian Inn?"

Yan Ping arrived at the door of Feixian Inn. Compared with other inns, this Feixian Inn was quite deserted.

Not only did no one greet me at the door, but when I entered, I found the shopkeeper was still dozing off.

Yan Ping knocked on the table and cabinet, "Get up, stay in the hotel."

Wen Ye followed behind him, looking at the decorations in the inn with a hesitant look in his eyes.

The tables and chairs in the lobby were simple, one of the stools was even missing a leg, and there were even spider webs in the corners.

He doubted whether Yan Ping would really live in such a place?

The shopkeeper who was lying on the counter sat up sleepily, without even looking at anyone, yawned, and began to order the customers to leave.

"The store is full, so we are not accepting customers today."