I have been a county magistrate for ten years. My subordinates insist on giving me a yellow robe.

The door opened, and an old man with a red nose and reeking of alcohol appeared in front of Jiang Yuan.

"Who? Who wants to buy the store?"

Before Jiang Yuan could speak, Wang Kun gently tugged at Jiang Yuan's clothes and said, "Sir, why does this boss look so ghostly? Is he trustworthy?"

"You don't want him, so why do you care what he is like?" Jiang Yuan responded and walked straight to the old man.

"I want to sell the store. Tell me how much it costs."

The old man looked Jiang Yuan up and down and said in a skeptical tone, "Sir, are you serious? Are you kidding me?"

"What nonsense! It must be true. Name your price."

The old man looked at Jiang Yuan. The clothes this young man was wearing were really nice, and the guards around him didn't look like ordinary people either. He was probably a fat sheep.

"One hundred thousand taels!" the old man said through gritted teeth.

Jiang Yuan's eyelids twitched and he walked out silently.

The old man suddenly became anxious: "Young man, don't go. Have you ever done business? They say business is about bargaining. Why don't you bargain for a price?"

"Five thousand taels." Jiang Yuan turned his head with a dark face.

While the two men were bargaining, outside the gate of Xinri City, two ragged guys were arguing with the soldiers.

"Fuck! I told you we're not beggars! You let me into town."

"Go back to where you came from. We in Xinri City don't accept beggars. Get out of here!" The soldier waved his hand impatiently.

"Young Master, I've already told you that I could just knock out two guys on the way and change their clothes. Why didn't you listen?" Chen Liu looked at Duanmu Yuanchen with a bitter face.

The two beggars, one old and one young, were the master and servant who had been out of the palace for some time.

Duanmu Yuanchen curled his lips and said, "Others may not know, but don't you know our identities? How could you do such a thing? If my father knew about this, he would kill me."

"Oh..." Chen Liu sighed, his eyes full of helplessness.

Duanmu Yuanchen sat down on the ground like a deflated ball.

Think about when I just left the palace. Although I was surrounded by people, I was still free and easy.

How did he end up like this with tens of thousands of taels of silver on him?

Chen Liu rubbed his stomach and said bitterly, "Master, why don't we go to the countryside? Although it's not as lively as the city, it's the season when the grain is ripe, so we won't starve to death, right?"

Duanmu Yuanchen looked up at the sky and felt pity for me, a genius.

It would be fine if I didn't encounter any adventures along the way, but how come things have become such a mess now?

"No, we have to go into the city."

Seeing this, Chen Liu nodded solemnly and said, "That's right. We've all been in such a bad situation. It wouldn't be too much to ask the local officials to treat us to a meal."

"Who said I was going to reveal my identity?" Duanmu Yuanchen glared.

Chen Liu looked at Duanmu Yuanchen in confusion. "If you don't reveal your identity, then what's the point of entering the city?"

"Master, if you don't make your identity clear, no one will pay attention to us when we go in, and we still won't have enough to eat. And you might even get kicked out if you sleep on the street. What's the point of us going in?"

Duanmu Yuanchen looked firmly in the direction of the city gate and uttered two words lightly.

"Begging!"

"What?!" Chen Liu jumped up suddenly and looked at Duanmu Yuanchen in disbelief.

No, what are you going to do, little ancestor?

Begging?

Do you know who you are?

The Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace!

"What's wrong? What's wrong with this?" Duanmu Yuanchen looked at Chen Liu with a smug look on his face.

"Hehe! Father always thinks I stay in the East Palace and do nothing. Wrong! Very wrong!"

"Actually, I read books every day. They explain everything about the Beggars' Sect, including the Dog Beating Stick Technique and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

"If a genius like me could master this, dominating the martial arts world would be just around the corner!"

Chen Liu looked at Duanmu Yuanchen with a complicated expression.

Dog Beating Stick Technique? Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?

What a load of rubbish!

Do you know who I am? I am the leader of the East Factory. Dealing with these martial arts masters is like killing chickens!

If you really want to learn martial arts, ask me for advice every day. I can make you not only a peerless master, but also a local bully.

But Chen Liu could only think about these words in his mind, and on the surface he still forced a smile: "Master, you are right. Now, how do we get in?"

Duanmu Yuanchen rolled his eyes, stood up suddenly, and grabbed a young man who was passing by.

"Brother, do you want a servant? Just ask and I'll take you home for ten cents. No cheating, no money lost! The price is outrageous!"

The captured young man stared at Duanmu Yuanchen in astonishment: "Ten coins? Are you sure it's ten coins?"

"I'm honest and trustworthy!" Duanmu Yuanchen's face was full of enthusiasm.

The young man took out ten cents and put it into his hand without hesitation.

Oh my god! I met a fool. What can I do with ten cents? I can only buy a few pancakes, but now I can buy a living person.

Even if you don't want it, you can just sell it to a rich family in the city for ten taels of silver.

"Okay, take the ten cents and follow me."

Chen Liu, who was standing by, rushed over quickly and looked at Duanmu Yuanchen in shock.

"Master, who are you? How could you do such a thing? If this gets out, how can you go out and see people?"

Duanmu Yuanchen squinted his eyes at Chen Liu and said, "Of course I know what you are talking about."

"You know? You still do this even though you know it?" Chen Liu couldn't help but feel a headache.

"So, I don't plan to sell myself." Duanmu Yuanchen said slowly.

Chen Liu heaved a sigh of relief: "Oh, then..."

Before he could even utter the word "good", Chen Liu suddenly reacted and looked at Duanmu Yuanchen with his mouth wide open.

"Then, then, you mean to sell me for ten, ten cents?!"

Duanmu Yuanchen spread his hands, his face full of helplessness, and said, "What else can I do? This way, you can enter the city, and I can use the ten coins to buy two clean clothes, and then we can meet up in the city."

After saying this, Duanmu Yuanchen patted Chen Liu on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I will find a way to redeem you after I enter the city."

As soon as he finished speaking, Duanmu Yuanchen ran away with the ten coins in his pocket, leaving Chen Liu alone and disheveled in the wind.

"Um, uncle, please come with me." The young man looked at Chen Liu warily, fearing that he would run away.

Chen Liu bared his teeth and raised his hand several times, wanting to knock the young man unconscious with a slap, but in the end he didn't do it.

When the two entered the city again, the young man took Chen Liu and ran around the streets without stopping.

From time to time, he would walk into some shops and ask if they needed servants.

But after asking for a long time, the situation was not ideal, and the young man looked at Chen Liu with a sigh.

If this doesn’t sell today, I might even have to pay for dinner.

The two of them unknowingly walked to the street where Feng Kelai was, and the young man walked in again with great anticipation.

"Hey, young man, please go ask your boss if he needs any more people. I'm looking for a long-term job. I'm honest, quiet, and have a lot of strength."

The doorman glanced at Chen Liu with a sidelong glance and curled his lips in disdain: "Do you think you can sell a beggar from the street? Get lost!"

The young man shrank his neck and didn't dare to say anything more. He smiled and retreated to the street with Chen Liu.

Just when the young man was at a loss, a voice suddenly came from the restaurant behind him.

"Hey! Isn't this Brother Yong? I haven't seen you for a few months. How come you've become so messed up?"