Chapter 7

Facing such a master, Jiang Zheng truly felt on the verge of a breakdown.

The monthly allowance was already spent, and the herbs on this list would cost no less than ten thousand taels. Holding such a list, demanding a million taels in silver, wasn't this sheer madness?

"Go ahead and cry, men can cry, it's not a sin!" Jiang Chen chuckled, "But if I tell you that this list is a divine commission, would you think I'm crazy again?"

"Am I to treat the princess? Don't you think I'm crazy too?"

"Even if I am crazy, would I drag my father and the entire Jiang family into it? I may be a playboy, but I'm not that brain-dead, right?"

Jiang Zheng was left speechless by Jiang Chen's rapid-fire questions. Indeed, this young master, though he had done many absurd things, wouldn't drag the entire Jiang family into it, would he?

Could it be that the divine commission was actually real?

"Jiang Zheng, I can clearly tell you. No matter how much silver you offer, we won't sell this list. Tell the head of the Medicine Hall that in this Eastern Kingdom, there are other herb shops besides their Medicine Hall. If they don't want it, the Divine Farmer Hall and the Pill King Garden would be more than happy to take it. Once my pill formula goes into production, all the current healing medicines on the market will be obsolete, worthless, and thrown into the trash!"

Jiang Chen was confident, waving his hand with assurance.

This wasn't just boasting. Jiang Chen had already filtered through N+1 times in his mind, finally selecting a formula that wasn't exaggerated but was absolutely precious.

Most importantly, with the Eastern Kingdom's level of spirit medicine cultivation, the herbs required by this formula wouldn't exceed their capacity.

Seeing Jiang Zheng's doubtful expression, Jiang Chen really wanted to kick him. Was it easy for me to pick such a formula?

In his previous life, Jiang Chen, born with a Yin body, could not cultivate. So, during his million-year tenure as the head of the Tianlang Book Academy, his greatest joy was researching pill-making.

One could say that over a million years, he had reached the pinnacle of pill-making, almost comparable to the immortal pill masters renowned across the heavens.

With Jiang Chen's experience from his previous life, finding a pill formula was as simple as eating and drinking.

However—

Too good a formula in a small place like the Eastern Kingdom would be like a heavenly book, incomprehensible to anyone.

Too bad, and he, Jiang Chen, wouldn't bother to waste his brain.

He had painstakingly selected this relatively ordinary formula. But in the Eastern Kingdom, Jiang Chen was confident it would be shocking.

No matter what, Jiang Zheng still went.

He wasn't convinced by Jiang Zheng, but he told himself that no matter how reckless the young master was, he wouldn't treat the princess's illness as a joke. This was a matter of life and death for the entire family.

So, he tried to convince himself that perhaps the young master had truly received divine favor and a formula worth a fortune.

Although he still had some doubts when he thought about Jiang Chen's various bizarre behaviors, Jiang Zheng had no other choice.

Knowing how absurd this was, he still had to try.

Otherwise, if he had to pay for the herbs on the list himself, he could barely manage it, but his wife would surely fight with him.

"Ah! They say the young master's steward is mighty, but why do I feel so stifled?" Jiang Zheng wiped his eyes tragically and walked toward the Medicine Hall with a heavy heart.

"At worst, they'll mock me. After all, it's not the first time I've been embarrassed." Thinking this, Jiang Zheng felt a bit better.

The Medicine Hall was a well-known force in the entire capital. Its buildings were a scenic spot in the capital.

Jiang Zheng felt his legs go weak as he walked up the steps to the Medicine Hall. Thinking of the arrogant attitude and dismissive tone of the Medicine Hall's staff, he felt a chill in his heart.

"Hey... I'm here to get medicine!"

Jiang Zheng gave himself several pep talks before finally entering and approaching the counter.

The staff of the Medicine Hall were professionally trained. The first skill they learned was to recognize faces. They knew which faces to flatter, which to speak nicely to, which to treat normally, and which to act superior to.

Jiang Zheng's face was unfamiliar, so he was naturally a target for their arrogance.

"Cough! Sir, you can get medicine. But first, let's talk about the rules. Our hall requires payment in full, no credit."

Jiang Zheng quickly said, "Cash, cash."

The staff member glanced at the list and fiddled with the abacus. "A total of eight spirit herbs, the price is 9,800 taels. The usual rule, pay first, then get the medicine."

Jiang Zheng's face turned red, and he coughed, tapping the counter lightly. "I want to see your head."

"What?" The staff member's face darkened. "No money? Why are you here for spirit herbs without money?"

"See the head? Do you know how busy our head is? He makes millions of taels a minute. Do you think he has time to see you? Can you afford to waste his time?"

"Turn right and read our rules. Is the head so easy to see? Are you a noble or a prominent vassal?"

"Pay up if you want medicine, or leave if you don't. Don't waste our time."

The staff member waved his hand, looking impatient, almost spitting on Jiang Zheng's face, treating him like a bothersome fly.

Jiang Zheng had endured humiliation at the Medicine Hall before, and he wasn't one to take it lightly. In fact, he had endured too much recently!

Did they have to look down on him? Did they have to act so superior?

Jiang Zheng finally couldn't take it anymore. The staff member's attitude was the last straw, and he exploded—

Slap!

A metallic object was slapped on the counter.

Jiang Zheng slapped the staff member's face. "Open your dog eyes and see what this is!"

"Your head makes millions of taels a minute? Do you think I would easily tell you that I make millions of taels a minute?"

"Delaying my business, do you think I won't make your Medicine Hall close down? Do your parents know you're so arrogant? Do your leaders know?"

The staff member, slapped until stars danced in his eyes, covered his face, full of disbelief.

This was the Medicine Hall! One of the most prominent places in the capital!

Usually, even the families of noble families had to be cautious and smile here.

But today, he was actually hit!

And by a servant who was clearly not from a high-ranking noble family!

Was this the end of the world?

He screamed like a pig being slaughtered, "Someone is causing trouble at the Medicine Hall, hitting people!"

This scream immediately brought out a group of armed warriors, and a small leader, a steward, also came from the back to the counter.

Seeing the troublemaker, who looked ordinary, he was about to explode. Suddenly, his eyes caught the golden dragon medal on the counter, and his face changed instantly.

"Steward He, this servant, this dog, actually hit me. He hit not just me, but the golden reputation of our Medicine Hall!" The staff member, seeing his people, cried out like he had seen his parents.

Before he finished—

Slap!

A more vicious slap hit his face, sending him flying several meters away.

This time, it was Steward He who hit him.

"Dog, your eyes are on your ass? How dare you offend a noble guest? Good hit, you deserve it!"

After scolding the staff member, Steward He's angry face instantly turned into a smile, approaching Jiang Zheng.

"Sir, my subordinate is blind. I apologize for his rudeness."

He turned to the warriors and scolded, "What are you doing? Are you bored? Get lost!"

The warriors, clearly following Steward He's orders, all left.

This caught Jiang Zheng off guard. He had lost control in his anger.

To be honest, the gold medal was given to him by the young master, and he didn't even know what it was. He just heard the young master say it might be useful.

He had tried it out, not expecting it to work so well!

How could it not work? A dragon medal granted by the king was the highest level of token. With this, one could walk with impunity in the entire Eastern Kingdom!

"Sir, what is your surname? Please come inside, inside. My subordinate was rude, I will serve you tea and apologize."

Jiang Zheng wasn't completely inexperienced. Seeing the change in attitude, he knew the gold medal was the reason. He felt a surge of satisfaction!

Satisfied as he was, Jiang Zheng didn't lose his composure. He was now fully in the mode of acting superior: "It's just a small matter, but your staff... I won't say more. Since the Medicine Hall doesn't welcome us, we'll try the Divine Farmer Hall and the Pill King Garden. Perhaps they will treat us like human beings."

Steward He, hearing this, felt a chill. This man was still angry. He secretly observed Jiang Zheng but couldn't figure him out.

He looked ordinary, not like a super noble.

"Could this man be deliberately dressed this way to act superior? A hidden expert, a high-level person." Steward He, unable to gauge the depth, felt a bit at a loss.

Seeing Jiang Zheng really start to leave, Steward He, thinking of the gold medal, dared not let him go. This man with the dragon medal would surely not let the Medicine Hall off easily.

Although the Medicine Hall wasn't afraid of trouble, it was best not to offend such a high-level person!

"Sir, please wait, please wait. Our Third Hall Master and several elders are here. Sir, you are a high-level person, I will go and inform the Hall Master and the elders. Whatever you need, we will serve you a cup of tea as an apology."

Steward He, being experienced, was different from the ordinary staff. He knew when to bend and when to stand firm, acting steadily.

Jiang Zheng's move to leave was a feint. In reality, he was feeling extremely satisfied. This was the first time he had felt powerful since becoming the young master's steward.

Feeling vindicated!

In the past, in the Medicine Hall, even the staff, let alone the stewards, were all arrogant. Who had ever spoken kindly to him?

But today, Steward He had to call himself "Little He" in front of Jiang Zheng.

Whether he could become the strongest steward in the future or not, at least today, he felt very powerful and satisfied!

Suddenly, Jiang Zheng developed a bit of unexpected confidence in his young master.

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