Chapter 8

"Then, do you mean he really has that ability?" Wang Po squinted her eyes, her gaze flickering. Having spent her entire life in the bustling city, Wang Po's judgment was not to be underestimated, but it had taken her decades to hone this skill.

As for Wang Yang, this young man who looked like he hadn't even reached twenty, he was sometimes naive and at other times slippery, sometimes shrewd to the point of being terrifying, and at other times, it seemed as if his face was made of steel.

"Daughter, if he really has this ability, perhaps we can let him help us with the planning for our Yihonglou..." The mother and daughter pondered for a while before they began to whisper and discuss. At this moment, Wang Yang, who was idly leaning against the pillar and dozing off, sneezed himself awake.

Damn, what the hell, even a nap makes my nose itchy? Wang Yang rubbed his nose and looked around to make sure no one was plotting against him before he rolled his eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep.

It wasn't until midnight that the distinguished customer, who was over forty, finally walked out of the room, looking almost exhausted. Wang Po, who had been keeping an eye on this room, hurried over, secretly observing the customer's expression while flattering him.

"Here..." The customer slowly took out a gold ingot weighing about five to six taels from his sleeve and threw it into Wang Po's hand. Wang Po's face, which was already plump, trembled with excitement, but before she could even finish her thanks, the customer, with a calm expression and an extraordinary demeanor, said one sentence that made Wang Po's whole body turn cold. "If even a hint of my visit here leaks out, there will no longer be a Yihonglou in Tokyo Bianliang, understand?"

Seeing this man, who exuded a powerful and irresistible aura despite his calm and gentle tone, Wang Po, no matter how foolish, understood that this was a very important and influential person, someone that even a small Yihonglou or a top-tier brothel could not afford to offend.

"Sir, what are you saying? This old woman's eyes are already dim, I only know that you are a distinguished guest. If any of the girls in the house dare to speak out of turn, I will tear their mouths out myself..."

"If you don't, I will destroy your Yihonglou..." The distinguished guest looked back at the room with a lingering gaze, his face returning to a cold expression before he stepped out of the Yihonglou.

Wang Po, whose back was already drenched in cold sweat from fear, saw that after this person left, a group of people and a soft sedan chair quickly appeared at the street corner. After the distinguished guest entered the sedan chair, the entire group quietly and swiftly disappeared into the mottled night.

Moreover, many of the people who ran out had weapons clearly hanging from their waists. Wang Po slowly withdrew her head from the door, her heart still racing. Oh my God, what kind of important person did my Yihonglou receive? Who knows, he might turn into a vicious and dangerous person one day.

When she arrived at the second-floor parlor and asked the girl who was still tidying up the room, Wang Po finally truly believed that Wang Yang indeed had a pair of extraordinary eyes and a sharp judgment that even she, an experienced veteran, could not match.

It seemed that her daughter was right; she should indeed have a good talk with that guy.

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"… How about it? The terms I offered are quite generous, right?" Wang Po smiled at Wang Yang, who was sitting opposite her, and sipped her tea slowly.

Wang Yang almost laughed out of anger, picked up the tea in front of him, and took a sip. Damn, the strange taste in it almost made him spray the tea onto Wang Po's fat and old face.

Considering that it was Liu Yiyi who personally poured the tea for him, Wang Yang forced himself to swallow it despite the nausea. "Only two guan a month, and you call that generous? Wang Po, even if you were selling melons, you wouldn't praise them like this. Do you really think I, Wang Da, am free labor? Do you know that one idea of mine can save a company, and one thought can make a company... cough, in short, the price is too low, I won't do it!"

"Two guan, and you won't do it? Are you saying it's too little?" Wang Po's face looked as if two guan was like taking her life. "You should know that in our Song Dynasty, two guan is enough for a family to live comfortably for a month. You're a single man, eating and drinking, you have nothing to worry about..."

"First, the housing prices in Tokyo Bianliang, even for the smallest house with only two rooms, start at two thousand guan. Do you think I will be left homeless and destitute after working for you for several years?" Wang Yang grunted disdainfully.

He had been here for nearly half a month and was very familiar with the prices in Tokyo Bianliang. Although the prices of other things were still acceptable, the housing prices were a direct copy of the housing prices in the capital of the 21st century.

Many newcomers, besides staying in inns, could only rent houses. Wang Yang naturally did not want his future to be like his life in the 21st century, where he was constantly chased by landlords. So his greatest and most noble goal at this stage was to try to save up enough money to buy a house of his own in the next few years.

This way, he would have the qualifications to think about the meaning and goals of his life in this feudal socialist country's capital. As the saying goes, if you can't clean your own room, how can you clean the world? If I don't have a room to clean, how can I clean the world? Hmm... clean the world.

"Oh, you, do you want this old woman to buy you a house?" Wang Po rolled her eyes and sneered.

Wang Yang's eyes darted around slyly. "How about this, you just settle the indenture contract and hire me as the special advisor for your Yihonglou... um, that is, a special consultant?"

"Out of the question, do you really think I'm stupid? You, this slippery little guy, if I let you go, you'll probably be gone by the end of the day." Wang Po laughed in anger, her plump hand slamming down on the table fiercely.

"Don't talk nonsense, is my character so despicable?" Wang Yang was furious and also slammed his hand on the table in response.

"Stop!" Liu Yiyi was directly driven mad, her delicate hand also slamming down on the table. "Can't you two talk properly?!"

"Hmph, who let that stinky kid be so greedy." Wang Po grunted, her eyes slanting up, looking at Wang Yang with disdain, and Wang Yang also responded with a roll of his eyes.

In the end, Liu Yiyi decided to mediate. As an excellent arbitrator, she evaluated both parties' demands, and finally, both sides reluctantly agreed that Wang Yang's monthly salary would be two guan, but if he proposed beneficial suggestions for Yihonglou, he would receive a bonus ranging from a minimum of ten guan to a maximum of one hundred guan, depending on the extent of the help his suggestions provided to Yihonglou.

Considering that although Wang Po had a bad temper, she always kept her word, Wang Yang, after careful consideration, finally signed his name on the contract.

PS: Thank you to reader 20170720003917746 for your support. Your support, well, makes me have a strong urge to write, yes, I am now very motivated to write.

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