Northern Song Dynasty: It’s a showdown, who said I, Zhao Zhen, don’t have a son?

Chapter 15: Stop pretending, I want to beat you!
No matter how big Zhouqiao Night Market is, to put it bluntly, it is just a night market, with only five or six owners from Fan Lou participating in the operation.

Most people think that night market stalls are just lanes and they don't even bother to run them.

Several partners gathered together, looking solemn.

"Everyone must know what happened tonight."

"Then what is the background of Chonghe Night Market? How dare you compete with us for business?"

“Where do these vendors get so many snack recipes that are so fucking delicious?!”

"Is it possible that the Zhouqiao Night Market, which we spent a lot of money to build, is going to end like this?"

Everyone raised doubts one after another, and Ye Yuan, the leader, said: "The following quickly investigated and I heard that it was a boy who took the initiative to teach the traders the formula."

"Damn it, isn't this obviously against us!"

"Tough him to death for daring to go against me."

"Steal his formula!"

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The next morning, as soon as Zhao He got up, a big man appeared at the door of Zhao He's house carrying a sack of money.

"Xiao Langjun, yesterday's revenue of each family is in this account book, and each family's share is all in this sack."

Zhao He nodded and weighed the sack. It was estimated to be fifty or sixty in weight and a bit heavy.

Zhao He looked around and then whispered: "Go back and tell everyone that tomorrow's sun will be even brighter because of their efforts!"

"Today you will pickle carrots and pickles, and tomorrow you will carve cars and BMWs. Work hard!"

The vendor immediately looked solemn and said: "Okay!"

Under the night, the figures of the two people looked a little strange, especially Zhao He who was carrying a sack on his back.

It seems like some kind of illegal transaction.

A new day comes, and Zhao He begins the exciting life of moving bricks to make money again.

At the morning market, several well-dressed guys came to Zhao He's foot shop.

"Guest officer, what do you want?"

"Oh, are you that Zhao He?"

The visitor's tone was two parts cold, three parts cool and four parts ruthless.

Damn, this guy is so good at pretending!
Hearing this, Zhao He also suddenly looked solemn.

"Ha! I never thought that someone in Bianjing could recognize me. Who are you?"

When the stewards of Fanlou heard this, they were stunned. Could this guy have some identity?

Several people looked at each other. This boy's surname was Zhao. Could it be that he was related to the clan?

If so, this person is definitely not something that businessmen like them can afford to offend.

"Boss, retreat first, don't act rashly."

"it is good."

Then several stewards left.

After a while, several people turned back.

The leader's face was full of black lines, he slapped the table and said angrily: "Damn, you kid is pretending to be a ghost!"

Zhao He's expression remained the same: "Oh? What are you talking about? I have never pretended to be a ghost!"

The head steward pointed at Zhao He and said angrily: "Aren't you just pretending to be a ghost when you talk like this?"

"Boy, speak up, or we'll blow your business!"

As soon as these words came out, the guests eating breakfast nearby immediately raised their heads in unison.

The vendor not far away also noticed, looking unhappy and groping under the stove.

It was as if he was looking for a hidden sap, ready to take action at any time.

One of them saw that the atmosphere was not right and immediately tried to dissuade him: "Brother, don't be impulsive, there are only a few of us."

The steward looked around and couldn't help but feel his scalp numb.I have long heard that this kid summoned vendors to kill several gangsters in the area, and he is still lying in jail.

Although I was panicking, I still had to say harsh words.

"Boy, we are from Fan Lou. We are here today to remind you."

“There must be room for success in life!”

"Seven percent of doing things, three percent of being a good person!"

After saying that, several people left without looking back.

Zhao He looked at the leaving figures of several people with a sigh of relief.

They are so good at pretending!
Sure enough, I haven't taken the first step on the road of showing off, so I have to study hard.

"Staff, fifteen fried buns, a bowl of wontons with more chili pepper."

"Oh? These are of course fine. Please wait a moment."

Zhao He said with an indifferent expression.

When the guest heard this, his mouth suddenly twitched: "Can you be normal? Eating these fried buns won't affect your IQ!"

Zhao He's face changed drastically: "It affects your sister's IQ! If you like it or not, get out!"

"Ah, feel good. I'll give you the money."

Diners have long been used to this scene.

"Hey, poor young man, you have convulsions every now and then, at such a young age."

"I heard that this young man came to Bianjing specifically to treat his illness. I don't know if he can be cured. If he dies young, he will never be able to eat these fried buns again."

"Ah? The young man is suffering from a terminal illness and will die young?"

"What? The young man is ordering birthday gifts!"

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Cao Lang, not far away, watched everything in front of him calmly.

Although there was no evidence, he felt that Zhao He was pretending to be stupid.

Are you confident?
After the morning market ended, Cao Lang walked up and greeted Zhao He.

"I am Cao Lang, a native of Bianjing. I have met Xiao Langjun."

The man in front of him was slender and handsome. He looked like a scholar but had an aura of integrity.

He's a little handsome, but compared to me, he's still a little bit worse!
Zhao He thought like this, and then he returned the gift with his hands: "Young man Zhao He."

"Did the Fanlou family and Xiao Langjun really not know what they meant earlier, or did they do it on purpose?"

Cao Lang asked with a smile.

Zhao He laughed when he heard this: "What does it have to do with whether you know or not? Why does Brother Cao ask this?"

"I am also a regular customer here. The fried buns are very delicious. I don't want these fried buns to be lost in Bianjing, so I would like to remind you."

"Fan Lou is the largest restaurant in Bianjing and is not easy to deal with. They are targeting you probably because of the incident at Chonghe Night Market."

Hearing this, Zhao He showed gratitude on his face: "Thank you, Brother Cao, for reminding me. Thank you."

Cao Lang smiled and nodded, seemingly getting a satisfactory answer, then turned and left.

Zhao He looked at Cao Lang's back and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Do you know this person yourself? Why are you telling yourself this?
He was actually not surprised that people from Fan Lou would come looking for him. Wanting to make more money meant having to make greater sacrifices.

He built a night market street in Chonghe. Naturally, the Zhouqiao Night Market next door had fewer people and took away people's money, so people would naturally come to visit him.

But in business, isn't it right that whoever makes delicious food makes money?
Oh, the evil feudal society!
Fanlou is the largest restaurant in Bianjing. Dozens of merchants in the building have joined forces to create a beautiful consumption place in Bianjing. It is a must-go place for dignitaries and dignitaries to socialize.

Such businessmen are almost all millionaires. Why would they focus on this night market?
But since the other party has targeted them and sent people to warn them, they must have corresponding strategies, and Zhao He quickly figured it out.

We are all businessmen. I just want to make some money quietly. If you insist on exercising your feudal privileges, then I will have no choice but to take advantage of you.

曹郎
Zhao He didn't know him, and he didn't know his plans, but judging from his demeanor, he shouldn't be an ordinary person.

(End of this chapter)