I was a conman in the Ming Dynasty.

Chapter 243 I'll bet you, grandpa

Chapter 243 I'll bet you, grandpa

"Clap clap!" Wang Wenzhou clapped his hands.

The female police band came out, and the music immediately started playing.

This music, "Mass," is the brainwashing music that is essential for later pyramid schemes, indoor team building courses, and other similar activities.

As the music played, Wang Wenzhou announced loudly, "Now that everyone has eaten their fill, let's get down to business. Please welcome our heroes to the stage."

After Wang Wenzhou finished speaking, Zhao Zhengxi and the others slowly walked out.

Everyone sighed upon seeing this. What did Silly Xiao Wu mean? Why did he bring in some crippled people missing limbs?

Wang Wenzhou pointed to Zhao Zhengxi and introduced him: "This is Zhao Zhengxi, the manager of Nanjing Hanshan Supermarket."

With one arm missing, Zhao Zhengxi couldn't clasp his hands in a fist salute. He bowed slightly to the crowd and said, "Hello everyone, I am Zhao Zhengxi. I hope you will all take good care of me in the future."

Wang Wenzhou pointed at Zhao Zhengxi and the others and said, "I'm sure you all heard about the bandit attack on Hanshan a few days ago. These are all heroes who were wounded in the battle. It is everyone's responsibility to protect our country. I don't want our heroes to bleed and weep. That's why I'm planning to open Hanshan supermarkets in various places. On the one hand, it's to give our heroes a job to support their families, and on the other hand, it's also to make money."

Everyone present had heard of the Battle of Hanshan, and thanks to the Hanshan Weekly's publicity, Wang Wenzhou was renowned throughout the Ming Dynasty. He not only repelled 400,000 rebel troops but also beheaded over 30,000. Many felt that Wang Wenzhou truly possessed the talent of his ancestor, Yangming.

Wang Wenzhou pointed to himself and said, "Those present here are either my elders or my classmates and playmates. Sha Xiaowu, Wang Shazi, these are my old nicknames."

"Haha..." Everyone laughed. Wang Wenzhou used to be silly, and everyone in the Nanjing nobility circle knew that.

Wang Wenzhou continued, “I don’t know if you believe in ghosts and gods, but I really do. On my way to take up my post in Hanshan, I unfortunately fell into the water. I was unconscious for several days. While I was unconscious, I dreamed of an old man with a white beard. He told me that I had always been a kind and good child and did not want me to die in obscurity. So he woke me up, cast a spell on me, and taught me a lot of knowledge.”

"Ah..." Everyone was stunned, their mouths agape. It was unbelievable! But what Wang Wenzhou said seemed very true. After all, Wang Wenzhou used to be silly and foolish, a completely different person compared to his current brilliant self.

Gao Guilan asked softly, "Sister Rong, is what Uncle said true?"

"Sigh..." Zhang Rong shook her head with a bitter smile and replied softly, "Sister Lan, don't you know what kind of person my husband is? To paraphrase that little bitch Liu Rushi, anyone who believes my husband is doomed!"

"Oh!" Gao Guilan nodded. So the uncle was lying, but why do I feel like what the uncle said is true?

Wang Wenzhou continued, "You may not believe it at first, but I am telling the truth. For example, today's hot pot was made using a method taught to me by a deity."

"Ah...that makes sense, no wonder it's so delicious!"

"Little Wu, who is this deity who imparted so much knowledge to you?"

"Xiao Wu is truly blessed by his ancestors!"

It's not fair to blame the people present for being naive; the main issue was that people in ancient times were very superstitious and believed in ghosts and spirits. Wang Wenzhou's words were presented in a seemingly logical and well-reasoned manner, so everyone believed him. In reality, Wang Wenzhou's rhetoric was simply a deceptive tactic.

If you want to deceive someone, you must first make them believe you. Everything Wang Wenzhou said at the beginning was true, and everyone knew that. Therefore, Wang Wenzhou easily gained everyone's trust.

Secondly, lies must be logical and withstand scrutiny. After all, few people are truly fools; everyone, upon receiving information, will subconsciously try to reconcile its logic. Lies that don't make sense...

Lies are not convincing.

Wang Wenzhou said with a smile, "Speaking of which, the Hanshan Supermarket is also a method taught to me by a deity. The reason I invited you all here today is to let you sell the products from your respective shops at the Hanshan Supermarket. I certainly won't charge you any money for the first month. After all, there are risks involved for you."

"Hmm! Xiao Wu is a sensible person! I'll join!"

Wang Wenhua quickly said, "Xiao Wu, even if we lose money, your big brother will support you! After all, we're family."

"Thank you, brother!" Wang Wenzhou cupped his hands in thanks to Wang Wenhua.

Wang Wenhua nodded to Wang Wenzhou. He now truly admired Wang Wenzhou. Back in Hanshan, he had almost been killed by Wang Wenzhou. At first, he hated Wang Wenzhou intensely, but as time went on, the gap between them widened.

Within a year, Wang Wenzhou had risen to the rank of fourth-grade official and become the prefect of Hanshan. He was at least a high-ranking official in charge of a region, while Wang Wenhua was still a powerless vice minister of the Ministry of Rites in Nanjing.

That's why Wang Wenhua admired Wang Wenzhou more and more. He felt that if he followed Wang Wenzhou in the future, he would at least be his cousin. He was sure that once Wang Wenzhou achieved great success, he would help him out.

Moreover, Wang Wenhua deeply admired Wang Wenzhou's ability to make money. In the entire Ming Dynasty, no one could make money as well as the simple-minded Xiao Wu. In just one year, he had amassed several million taels of silver, almost matching the imperial court's annual revenue.

"Xiao Wu, I'm joining too!"

After being persuaded by Wang Wenzhou, many people asked to join the franchise.

Wang Wenzhou quickly clasped his hands in thanks: "Thank you all for your support. I dare not say how much money you can make in a month. But I dare say that in a month, the income from your supermarket stall will be several times that of your original shop. If you cannot achieve this, you may leave immediately."

"Silly Xiao Wu, stop bragging!" Xu Yingjie stood up and said irritably.

After being tricked by Wang Wenzhou, Xu Yingjie returned to Nanjing. His transfer order hadn't been issued yet, but he was already lobbying to find a sinecure in Nanjing. In Hanshan, the Duke of Dingguo's mansion not only used its extensive connections but also provided manpower and funding to fully support the Hanshan Garrison. In the end, Xu Yingjie was almost killed by Wang Wenzhou. Xu Yingjie was heartbroken. Now he had a change of heart; since he would inherit the title anyway, why bother with merit? He might as well go home and live a life of leisure.

Wang Wenzhou laughed and said, "Brother Xu, I'm not bragging! How could a method taught to me by a deity not make money?"

"Gods my foot!" Xu Yingjie said irritably, "Silly Xiao Wu, I'd never believe you! Others might not know you, but I've been your classmate for so many years, how could I not know you?"

Wang Wenzhou shook his head with a wry smile and asked, "Brother Xu, what if I do exactly what I said a month from now?"

"Hmph!" Xu Yingjie said irritably, "Fine! I'll join too! If the store in the supermarket doesn't make as much money as my original store, how about you compensate me double?"

"Heh!" Wang Wenzhou sneered. "Xu Yingjie, you bastard, you're always here to cause trouble!"

"Alright!" Wang Wenzhou nodded and said, "If I succeed, I'll be your boss! Do you agree?"