Ji Han Grand Commander

Chapter 436 430. The Battle of Will
"Oh, look at you, Mo De, you country bumpkin from Jiangdong. I don't even want to drink this cheap wine you drink. I'll just smash it for fun."

The nobleman with Sichuan accent looked at Du Chun with disdain, as if he thought that he was nothing special.

"Bah! You country bumpkin from Sichuan, this store is just a place to rest. If you can smash twenty jars, I can smash a hundred!"

Du Chun was furious when he saw that this guy from Sichuan did not doubt anything else but even dared to doubt the assets of his Du family.

Although Du Chun is not a powerful figure in Jianye, as the old saying goes, it is easier to see the King of Hell than to deal with the little devils. People like him are the ones that the lower-class people are really afraid of. On the contrary, those governors and chief secretaries are people who are just names heard by the common people.

Du Chun usually ran rampant in Jianye with ten or eight followers. Even if some ignorant people offended him, they would just be beaten up and then left with a few pieces of silver. Even if the matter was brought to the government, since Du Chun had already paid a few coins, it would only be a matter of more or less money if he wanted to investigate further. Du Chun would even beat people up every few days if he was in a bad mood.

In the end, Du Chun acted like a local bully, and at least the common people didn't dare to challenge him.

Originally, with the collapse of Eastern Wu, the Han army entered the city. At that time, thousands or even tens of thousands of people were stationed in Jianye. Du Chun was not a fool, so he naturally did not dare to conflict with these soldiers. He knew that the Han army was murderous without blinking an eye. If these people from Eastern Wu were not honest, they would probably follow in the footsteps of several other big families.

But now that the dust has settled, those fierce Han troops from Jingzhou have long gone, and the order in Jianye City on weekdays still has to be maintained by the local government. Naturally, it is impossible to take care of everything, so local tyrants like Du Chun have become active again.

How could Du Chun, a well-known figure, be insulted by such an unknown outsider today? As for the money fight, Du Chun is not a fool. Why would he argue with the other party?
"Beat him for me! Cut off his limbs for me!"

Du Chun shouted and cursed, and several followers behind him rolled up their sleeves and were ready to attack the nobleman in gorgeous robes.

"presumptuous!"

As a result, more than a dozen muscular men appeared behind Mr. Trump. Each of them was seven or eight feet tall, with scars and wounds all over their bodies and faces. It was obvious that they were not someone to be trifled with.

These servants usually followed Du Chun to bully men and women. Where had they seen such people? Frightened by the murderous aura that they inadvertently exuded, they retreated one after another, like quails, lowering their heads and not daring to speak again.

"Useless! You are such a bunch of useless! I feed you all delicious food and drinks everyday, but even a dog would dare to bark at you. You are worse than dogs!"

Seeing his men in such a miserable state, Du Chun was so angry that he cursed at them.

"Why do you want to do this? You are a pauper, so get out of here as soon as possible, and don't show off in front of me."

Seeing the performance of Du Chun's men, Mr. Trump smiled disdainfully, but he still looked down on Du Chun in his words, like a country bumpkin who was anxious because he had no money and wanted to take action.

"You... just a little bit of money, go and destroy the wine cellar of this store!"

Du Chun was furious when he saw the other party's tone and attitude that looked down on him, but he couldn't do anything now, so he might as well do as the other party said and compete with him in financial strength.

Du Chun does have an advantage. As a local, he is relatively clear about the prices in this hotel. He knows that even if he burns the hotel down, he won't lose much money.

"Well, sir, we didn't bring much money when we went out today..." The servant next to him reminded him. Normally, no one would bring so much money when they went out. The money they had was enough to destroy ten or twenty jars of wine at most, but it was not enough to smash the wine cellar.

Du Chun's face froze for a moment, but he soon recovered. What was he afraid of? Who was he, Mr. Du Chun? Everyone doing business on this street knew who he was? Just buy on credit.

"Boss, my Du family has taken over your wine cellar today. Just go back and get the money from my Du family accountant."

Du Chun said, this is not cash, which makes the store owner a little embarrassed. The Du family is indeed well-known, but it is not a good reputation. Can I get this credit back in the end?

"Oh, you two, our shop is small and can't afford your trouble. Please be magnanimous and show some mercy."

Finally, the shop owner thought about it and begged for mercy.

"Oh, you don't even have some cash. Who knows if you, a bully, are used to refusing to pay your debts and are threatening the boss?"

Hearing that Du Chun wanted to buy on credit, Mr. Trump sneered and mocked him. Because he really didn't have cash, and the store owner didn't give him face, Du Chun was very embarrassed, his face turned red, and he was about to explode with anger.

"How about this, let's not mess around in this little shop anymore. If you have the ability, go to Lord Grim tomorrow. That's where people of real status should go."

Mr. Trump said this, then ignored Du Chun and left with his guards.

"Damn it... why are you still standing there! Go! Go back! You disgraceful things!"

Du Chun looked at the other person's departing back, gritted his teeth, cursed his lackeys, and then left in shame.

"Mr. Du, walk slowly!"

The shop owner looked humble and waited for Du Chun to leave. He immediately told his waiter to close the shop door. With the gold ingot given by Mr. Trump today, they didn't have to make any money at all. This was enough for their monthly operating income. After all, they were not a luxurious restaurant. The customers who came and went were porters who came to rest. They drank loose wine. Du Chun was considered a big customer.

Just now the two of them were competing for wealth, but this tavern had so many jars of wine smashed that it had to be cleaned up.

Du Chun returned to the Du Mansion in shame. Somehow, the incident that happened at noon today spread immediately, and even the news that the two of them were going to fight again at the "Jun Mo Xiao" hotel tomorrow was spread out.

Now Du Chun was really forced to go, and if he didn't go, he would lose face. For Du Chun at the moment, losing money was a small matter, but losing face was a big matter. In order to protect his reputation as the bad boy of Jianye, he had to go, otherwise he would be a laughing stock in the future.

However, when Du Chun returned home, he just sulked and took the money, preparing for tomorrow's wealth competition, and he didn't think about an important issue at all.

It was that the noble son of Trump clearly looked like he was going to enter the restaurant, but after fighting with Du Chun for a while, he turned around and left. What on earth was he going to do in the small hotel on the roadside? This is unknown.

(End of this chapter)