Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

Liu Yu had thought that Song Wenjie wouldn't do the work of starting a fire, but he never expected that the dignified admiral would actually pick up a fire poker and start a fire.

This stunned Liu Yu. Was this really the Song Wenjie he knew?

"Sir, how could you do this! Let me do it." Liu Yu wanted to take over, but Song Wenjie didn't give him a chance at all.

Song Wenjie refused to believe it. He knew how to lead troops into battle, so how could he possibly be stumped by something as simple as starting a fire!

After washing his face, Qiao Feng started making sales pitches one by one.

He first walked up to a well-dressed middle-aged man and immediately smelled the aroma of medicinal herbs.

Qiao Feng's eyes darted around, and he immediately had an idea: "Sir, if I'm not mistaken, you must be in the business of selling medicinal herbs."

"Doing business with medicinal herbs is great! The profit margin is high, and if you can supply pharmacies with a stable supply for a long time, you can make a sure profit."

"I believe this gentleman must have many partner pharmacies, but there must also be many people doing this kind of business, making it easy for others to steal his business."

Therefore, to ensure good business, one must send gifts to the pharmacy owners during holidays and festivals to cultivate relationships. Good relationships naturally lead to more stable business.

The man looked surprised, not expecting that the other party knew he was in the business of selling medicine.

He's been really worried lately because several pharmacies have told him they don't need his medicinal herbs anymore. These are all his regular customers, and he never expected this to happen.

Qiao Feng's words immediately enlightened him, and he was overjoyed: "Okay! Give me 20 boxes."

Song Wenjie had originally planned to see Qiao Feng make a fool of himself, but to his surprise, he successfully sold his first order, which consisted of 20 boxes.

Having been in business before, Qiao Feng knew how to read people and say the right thing to the right person. In less than half an hour, he successfully placed an order for more than 50 boxes, making Zhao Lian beam with joy.

On the other hand, Song Wenjie, who had been a pampered young master since childhood, had never done such work before. Because he had little experience with burning firewood, the fire in the stove went out in no time.

Zhaolian was frying rice popcorn perfectly fine. But halfway through, the fire went out. Without a fire, the rice popcorn wouldn't pop, and it got overcooked.

Those few pieces of rice puffed in the oil are ruined. Since they don't look very appealing, I'll just have to eat them myself.

The rice puffs they made were already in short supply, and now Song Wenjie has caused this trouble, leaving Zhao Lian in a state of panic.

He couldn't help but scold, "Brother, you look so smart, how come you're so stupid? You don't even know how to start a fire."

Song Wenjie was publicly scorned by Zhao Lian, and his face turned bright red with embarrassment. He muttered in a low voice, "How would I know anything about this! You might as well let me lead troops into battle!"

Zhao Lian pouted: "You! All you know is fighting and killing all day long, you can't do anything else, you don't even know how to start a fire, how can this be acceptable?"

Look at Young Master Qiao, not only is he good at cooking, but he's also a great salesman. Quite a few customers have ordered gift boxes.

Song Wenjie's face was extremely ugly. He never expected Zhao Lian to compare him with Qiao Feng.

Sun Shangxiang glared at Zhao Lian: "Zhao Lian, how can you talk like that? Making Wenjie tend the fire is a waste of his talents and an injustice to him!"

After saying that, Sun Shangxiang looked at Song Wenjie and said apologetically, "Wenjie! Zhaolian is just like that, don't take it to heart."

Seeing this, Afu quickly snatched the fire poker from Song Wenjie and said with a smile, "Young master, let me do it. I'm better at this."

It was noon, and the crowd had grown even larger. Seeing that he couldn't help, Song Wenjie stood aside, carefully watching the endless stream of people to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation.

"Sir, why didn't you bring more of our brothers over yesterday?" Liu Yu, who was also standing to the side, chatted casually with Song Wenjie.

Song Wenjie's mouth twitched: "They, where would they get that kind of money! They get paid and then they go to the gambling den and gamble it all away."

Watching Qiao Feng chatting animatedly with the guests, Song Wenjie grew sullen. Zhao Lian was praising him constantly.

Seeing Song Wenjie's ashen face, Liu Yu added fuel to the fire: "Sir, I think your status as a sworn brother is not even as high as that of Young Master Qiao!"

Song Wenjie kicked him: "Go away! Get out of my way."

Suddenly, Liu Yu's smile vanished. She walked over to Song Wenjie and lowered her voice, saying, "Sir, I think someone's here looking for trouble. Look~"

Following the direction Liu Yu pointed, Song Wenjie saw five fierce-looking men rushing towards them menacingly.

The man in the lead had a face full of scars, with two large scars on his face. The two scars were crooked and twisted, like centipedes, and looked quite frightening.

Just as they expected, these men were indeed after He's rice cake shop.

As soon as these men walked in, they started shouting, "Hey, this business is pretty good, there are quite a lot of people."

Many customers were terrified when they saw these men, quickly put down what they were carrying, and turned to leave.

These men were none other than the local tyrant, Huang Tianba, who spent his days collecting protection money.

If you want to do business here, you can't open a shop here without offering him gifts or paying protection money.

Because he would send people to cause trouble every day, and even prevent customers from coming to his door.

"Hey everyone, don't go!" Zhao Lian hadn't even reacted when she saw those people walking out.

"Hey everyone, don't go! This price isn't right, we can discuss it further."

It wasn't until she saw Huang Tianba that Zhao Lian realized it was all because of him.

"Go, go, go, go, go!"

The men began to drive the others away.

"Hey, why aren't you leaving, kid!"

The scarred man gave Song Wenjie a strange look, but didn't think much of it at the moment.

"Who are you? Why are you kicking my guests out?"

Zhao Lian glared angrily at Huang Tianba. If looks could kill, Huang Tianba would have died several times over.

Seeing such a cold and sinister look for the first time, Huang Tianba felt a chill run down his spine.

But then I thought, she's just a young girl, what's there to be afraid of? Besides, I have a few burly men on my side.

A burly man glared at her: "Young lady, is this your first time here? It's not your fault you don't know the rules."

"But from today onwards, you'll have to pay our Boss a protection fee of three taels of silver a month, and a few of us will protect you."

"So it was you!" Qiao Feng recognized him. When their restaurant first opened, this man had come to their place and asked for 5 taels of silver a month as protection money.

They didn't want to cause any trouble since they were new to the area and didn't know anyone, so they accepted the arrangement and paid 5 taels of silver a month as protection money.