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"This..." The manager of Le Shi Xuan stammered, unable to give a coherent answer.

Logically speaking, a restaurant should sell shark fin to anyone if it's in a profit-making business, but today is different; the only two servings of shark fin have already been reserved.

This shouldn't have been written on the sign, but the shop owner wanted to use the name of shark fin to attract more customers, and now he's dug his own grave.

“That’s right, they’re just looking down on us poor people.” Some well-dressed customers shouted, raising their arms. They really have the nerve to consider themselves poor.

That's not wrong. In this capital region, no one dares to say they are rich. Even if someone is richer than a country, they have to hide it. Unless they have a strong political background, they will be slaughtered by the imperial court little by little.

"We must get an explanation today, or we will never eat at Le Shi Xuan again!" shouted another busybody.

Within Yingtian Prefecture, restaurants are everywhere, and there are quite a few of them, similar in scale to Leshixuan.

For a restaurant to be popular, in addition to excellent food, it also needs a good reputation and good service.

This matter is about consumers seeking their legitimate rights, and the fact that the onlookers are so supportive shows that the people of Yingtianfu have relatively advanced thinking and can no longer be completely bound by feudal ideas.

Historically, this was the case. When the Ming Dynasty established its capital in Yingtian Prefecture, it was precisely because it feared that the local people would rebel that it relocated some of them to Sichuan, Yunnan, Guizhou, and other places.

In this way, the official language of Yingtian Prefecture was also brought to these areas. Therefore, the dialects of Sichuan, Yunnan and other places are still similar to Mandarin.

Many aspects reflect the prosperity and wealth of Yingtian Prefecture. Only when the people have enough to eat can they think about improving their social status, which is exactly the same as the saying "after being full, one thinks of better things"...

"This shark fin soup was already reserved by Young Master Wang," the shopkeeper explained with a quick wit, a way of shifting the blame.

You want to eat shark fin soup? First, ask Young Master Wang if he agrees.

Lin Ping was displeased and asked loudly, "Shallow ponds are full of turtles, and big brothers are everywhere. Which turtle prince are you talking about?"

Three-legged toads are rare, but three-legged young masters like Prince Wang are probably a dime a dozen.

Who knows, a single brick falling down could kill several young masters of the Wang family.

"That's right, it's Wang Ba, Young Master Wang!" The owner of Le Shi Xuan nodded repeatedly, thinking that Lin Ping had heard of Wang Ba's great name and dared not push his luck any further.

"What a great name, it's really a great name." Lin Ping was speechless and even had an urge to applaud.

"Reservation? Was it a phone reservation or a WeChat reservation? Is there a recording? Are there screenshots?" Lin Ping continued to question, assuming that it was just a verbal agreement between the two parties.

The two were willing to sell and willing to buy, which was perfectly reasonable. However, Lin Ping insisted on joining in the fun. In case the shop owner didn't understand what he had said earlier, he asked directly, "Do you have any proof?"

By this point, feudal society had developed to a fairly sophisticated level, and everything required proof; as the saying goes, words are not enough.

Seeing the shop owner's dumbfounded expression, Lin Ping rolled up his trousers, stomped his leg on the chair, and said sarcastically, "Since there's no proof, how do I know if this is true or not, or is it that Le Shi Xuan looks down on poor people?"

"To hell with Le Shi Xuan! They look down on poor people! Everyone, lend a hand and flip the table!" A muscular, shirtless man was already about to make a move.

Judging from his clothes, this person is undoubtedly poor. So why is he eating at Le Shi Xuan? Who said I came here to eat? I just happened to be passing by, and with my resentment towards the rich, I'd been wanting to come in and flip the table for a while now…

The owner of Le Shi Xuan was terrified. If the tables in the hall were really overturned, losing some food money would be a small matter, but offending the important person would be a big deal.

You, Chen Jiuri, keep saying you're poor, right? I'm afraid you can't afford this shark fin.

"Shark fin soup is one hundred taels of silver per serving. How many servings would you like, sir?" The manager of Le Shi Xuan smiled again.

The prices are what they are; if you don't have money to eat, don't blame the small shop.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately began to sigh. One hundred taels of silver was not a small amount in the prosperous empire; it was a full sixty or seventy thousand yuan. A worker's annual income would be completely consumed by just one serving of shark fin soup.

No one dared to speak up now, and the hand that was about to overturn the table withdrew. They loved watching the excitement, fanning the flames, and even taking advantage of the chaos to loot, but not a single person dared to step forward.

Now that Lin Ping, the one who dared to speak out, has chickened out, where do they get the leverage to overturn the table? The shopkeeper will report it to the authorities, and they'll have to pay the original price in return. Who knows, this table might even be made of Phoebe zhennan wood.

Lin Ping was indeed in a dilemma, not because he didn't have money, but because he had too much money. If he accidentally took out tens of thousands of taels, he might be resented for being rich.

A large hand reached into his clothes and rummaged around for a long time, but still dared not take it out.

"No money, huh? Don't bother trying, you won't have any anyway. How about this, the shop will give you two plates of stir-fried chives for free, so you can go home and rest after you finish eating." The shopkeeper smiled contemptuously, clearly regarding Lin Ping as a beggar who was just trying to freeload.

Lin Ping closed his eyes and slammed his hand on the table with a "smack," covering the number on the banknote with his palm, as if afraid it might say 10,000.

As soon as the banknote was issued, everyone fell silent, their eyes glued to the inscription at the bottom. Lin Ping slowly moved his large hand away, finally revealing the large characters.

"One thousand taels!" The shopkeeper stumbled, thankfully leaning against the table, otherwise he would have definitely fallen to the ground.

Lin Ping chuckled to himself, feeling truly blessed with good fortune. He arrogantly declared, "Ten servings of shark fin, please!"

Sir, you must be rolling in money. Even if you have a lot of money, you wouldn't spend it like this. Have you ever seen anyone eat ten servings of shark fin soup? Being able to eat one serving to try something new is considered a great blessing.

"Only...only two...two portions," the shopkeeper stammered. Judging from his trembling face, he was probably not lying. If there were more portions, there would be no need to argue with Lin Ping.

"The remaining eight hundred taels will be used as payment for the food and drinks of these fellow villagers!" Lin Ping said generously.

These are all brothers who have come to support us; we must win them over, as they might come in handy later.

Upon hearing this, everyone erupted in commotion, proving the saying "He who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding," and they all shouted sternly, "Quickly, serve this young master shark fin!"

The shopkeeper was so frightened he could only roll his eyes. He dared not confront these shirtless, muscular men head-on, unless... he was gay.

The waiter was so frightened that he ran away, most likely to the kitchen to get the dishes. An order of one thousand taels of silver would keep him busy for a while.

"Alas... what is meant to be will be." The shopkeeper kept sighing. The thousand taels of silver was indeed tempting, enough for him to earn a day's profit. He was just afraid that he would end up making a mess and offending a powerful figure he couldn't afford to offend.

They might find some fault with you at any time, and then you can forget about continuing to operate the building.