The carefree sixth prince, my father respectfully invites me to ascend the throne.

"It should be worth about 20,000 taels!"

Yang Fu said with a frown.

Twenty thousand taels!

That's enough as seed money!

"It's settled then! Uncle Fu, take all the money and the property deeds, and come with me!"

Yang Ling immediately gave the order.

The streets of Beijing are bustling with traffic, a testament to the city's prosperity and grandeur.

Yang Ling, accompanied by Yang Fu and Yun'er, strolled along the main street, looking around as they went.

“Your Highness! According to the rules, when selling real estate and land, you need to find a professional real estate agency. These agencies have specialists who can assess the value of the land deeds and then find the best buyer.”

"However, even after the transaction is completed, the brokerage firm will still take a commission, and for first-time buyers, the commission may not be low..."

"The buyer the brokerage firm introduced us to this time is a merchant from the Western Regions! They happen to need a few rooms as a warehouse for storing their goods!"

Yang Fu explained as he walked.

Yang Ling knew perfectly well that the so-called "brokerage firm" was the same as the real estate agency in later generations.

Also known as middlemen, they profit from the price difference by taking advantage of favorable timing, location, and personal connections.

Real estate is a highly profitable industry at any time, as long as the world is at peace.

If Yang Ling could become a prince of peace, he might also be interested in making an investment.

As for the Western Region merchants, Yang Ling recalled the memories in the original owner's mind.

The history of this world is similar to that of the previous one. Several hundred years ago, envoys from the Central Plains discovered the Western Regions and established their influence there.

Unfortunately, the world fell into chaos later, a new dynasty was established, and the Hexi Corridor, which leads to the Western Regions, also known as Liangzhou, was surrounded by barbarians from all sides and gradually lost control. Until now, it has become a place beyond the reach of the Great Liang court and has become a place of exile.

The policy of the Great Liang Dynasty was to prioritize agriculture and suppress commerce, prohibiting its people from engaging in business abroad.

Therefore, while some merchants from the Western Regions risked their lives to come to the capital to trade, local merchants were nowhere to be seen venturing abroad.

Having been exiled to Liangzhou, he would inevitably have to deal with these Western Region merchants in the future.

Familiarizing yourself with the routines now might come in handy in the future.

With that thought in mind, Yang Ling quickened her pace.

A group of people were walking.

But then a cry of surprise was heard.

The group's gazes turned to them.

On a street corner, I saw several acrobats dressed in exotic attire performing a fire-breathing act.

Flames shot out from its mouth, drawing applause and cheers from the onlookers.

Several flags were erected behind the acrobatic troupe.

The inscription reads in large characters: "The Fire-Turning Kingdom of the Western Regions, blessed by the gods, unharmed by fire."

At the shop entrance, someone was shouting loudly.

"Take a look! Novel goods from the Western Regions, blessed by the gods, which will prevent all diseases and grant immortality."

The foreign merchant was holding some goods and talking loudly.

The content he said was so exaggerated that it drew attention.

But this kind of shouting had a miraculous effect.

A large crowd gathered at the shop entrance, even blocking Yang Ling and her group's way.

"Your Highness, this should be the place!"

Yun'er asked with eyes full of curiosity.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Yang Ling couldn't help but sigh.

The closure of the Hexi Corridor led to the Central Plains people becoming increasingly unfamiliar with the culture and geography of the Western Regions, to the point that they were easily deceived by such a small trick.

"Passing travelers, come in and have a look! Our mirrors are made from divine ice that never melts, and our Indian white sugar is ten times better than the coarse sugar from the Central Plains!"

The merchant at the shop entrance continued to hawk his wares, his face beaming with pride.

Curious customers, who had never seen this spectacle before, crowded around, eager to see the truth.

"This mirror is so beautiful, it's even transparent!"

"That's right, just like an ice cube!"

"No, it's even clearer than ice!"

"Haven't you heard? This is the Immortal Ice, which can only be found in the Abbasid Caliphate!"

"The Abbasid Caliphate? It's tens of thousands of miles away from us!"

The crowd was buzzing.

"Your Highness, it is a mirror made of Immortal Ice!"

Yun'er tiptoed and peered inside.

Yang Ling smiled calmly and said, "What unmelting divine ice? It's just glass fired in a furnace!"

"Glass? What's that?"

Yun'er was puzzled.

The group parted the crowd and entered the shop.

This shop is very large, with a wide variety of goods displayed on one side.

On the other side, five or six tables were set up, where some elegantly dressed guests were sitting and savoring the wines from the Western Regions.

Yang Ling's gaze swept across the area and landed on a familiar face.

Prince Yang Shan.

At that moment, he was sitting at a table with several scholars, excitedly discussing the fine wine in their cups.

"Shopkeeper, we were introduced by a brokerage firm. We have several shops and a large house for sale."

Yang Fu stepped forward and took out the letter from the brokerage firm.

The shopkeeper became interested as soon as he heard that it was about selling real estate.

He walked to the counter, took the property deed, and began to look at it.

"Well, these shops are in a fairly good location, but this house is too remote and won't fetch a good price. How about this: 18,000 taels."

The shopkeeper picked up a brush and wrote a number on the paper.

"What? This mansion is built on a dragon vein, and they only give us this little bit of money?"

Yun'er was immediately indignant.

This sound, however, attracted the attention of the guests across the street.

Crown Prince Yang Shan turned his head and saw Yang Ling standing in front of the counter.

"Ninth Brother, are you short of money? Are you selling off your family property?"

Yang Shan said with a smile.

"Oh, it's you, elder brother! I thought you were with Consort Wang!"

Yang Ling was equally unyielding.

"Consort Wang? What would I be doing with her?"

Yang Shan's smile faded slightly.

"Of course, it's to celebrate escaping disaster!"

Yang Ling sneered.

Upon hearing this, the scholars at the same table all looked at Yang Shan.

Upon hearing this, Yang Shan's smile froze.

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

He immediately turned his gaze away and ignored Yang Ling.

Yang Ling knew this man was feeling guilty, but there was no point in speaking recklessly at this moment.

He turned his gaze to the shopkeeper.

"Twenty-five thousand taels of silver, cash on delivery, property deed in hand!"

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper immediately smiled.

"Young master, this house really can't be sold for this price! Twenty thousand taels is my bottom line!"

He held up two fingers.

"Thirty thousand taels!"

Yang Ling grabbed the shopkeeper's fingers and said aggressively.

Everyone around was stunned by these words.

Even the scholars sitting at the same table as Yang Shan were drawn to turn their gazes.

Where in the world do you haggle like that?!

“Young master, there is a saying among the people of the Central Plains: ‘Even if a deal falls through, friendship remains!’ If you are so unreasonable, I’m afraid we won’t even be able to remain friends.”

The shopkeeper pulled his fingers free and said coldly.

"reason?"

Yang Ling smiled upon hearing this.

"So it's because the shopkeeper wants to reason things out. Well then, I'll explain it to you in detail."

The shopkeeper was somewhat disdainful. Although he was born in a foreign country, he had lived in Daliang for more than 20 years and had seen all kinds of scenes and people.

He refused to believe that this young man could spout any earth-shattering truths.

"Indian white sugar, the secret of the Great Food Mirror, and the deceptive trick of the fire-breathing figure at the entrance! Is it worth thirty thousand taels?"

Yang Ling said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper's face immediately darkened.