Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

Chapter 1474: Rich Young Master Zhu

Indeed, he was shocked by Chu Chen's skills.

The two servants who had been defeated by Chu Chen were selected from among those who had retired from the army.

They are very powerful, and taking on three opponents single-handedly is no problem for them, let alone a young man like Chu Chen who looks like a little chick.

However, this young man defeated the two of them in just two moves. What kind of strength does that show?

In fact, Chu Chen's strength was entirely due to the drunkard and Mu Xueqin back then.

The moves and techniques that Jiu Mengzi and Mu Xueqin taught Chu Chen back then included quite a few common martial arts skills.

So after arriving in this world, Chu Chen had nothing to do, and when he was six or seven years old, he began to practice martial arts.

He persists not only in martial arts moves, but also in various methods of strengthening the body.

Therefore, Chu Chen at this moment can be considered a master among ordinary people. If he were to join the army, he would definitely be able to move freely in the war.

"Young master, I mean no harm, I just want to discuss a business deal with you."

The young master in the carriage hadn't spoken yet.

The two servants who had been knocked down by Chu Chen laughed out loud: "Do you know who this is?"

“He is the young master of the Zhu family in Seoul. What qualifications do you, a wild boy from the mountains, have?”

After listening, Chu Chen looked at the two servants.

"If you mention another wild boy, I'll make sure you can never sleep with your wife again, believe it or not."

The servant met Chu Chen's gaze and broke out in a cold sweat. He had a feeling that the wild boy in front of him was not a single person.

Instead, it felt like being targeted by a wild beast.

"Do you two have the right to speak? Get out of my way."

Upon seeing this, the young master inside the carriage immediately reprimanded the two.

He knew that the person in front of him was not someone to be trifled with; this wild boy from the mountains knew nothing of laws or family matters.

If you anger them, they might just kill you right here. Who can you complain to then?

Moreover, as the second young master of the Zhu family in Seoul, he had no need to offend a barefoot man.

The principle of yielding to the happy person has never failed him.

"Young man, don't get angry with those two servants. Do you have any good business to discuss with me?"

After hearing this, Chu Chen turned around and picked up the salt jar that was placed on the ground.

Then they arrived outside the carriage.

"Young Master Zhu, I wonder if this thing is worth anything?"

Zhu Wen was pleased to see Chu Chen hand over a dark, unrefined pottery jar, but a hint of disdain appeared in his eyes.

In his view, this was probably just a young man with some ability who wanted him to give him some money.

However, the next moment, he saw a white glint inside the pottery jar.

"This is..........."

"Hehe, could it be that Young Master Zhu has never seen refined salt before?"

"Refined salt?"

Upon seeing this, Zhu Wenle immediately jumped off the carriage.

Then he picked up the earthenware jar, dipped his finger into the jar, and put it in his mouth.

The next moment, he felt a pure salty taste fill his entire mouth.

Chu Chen's heart skipped a beat when he saw that this so-called young master was just as burly as Fat Tiger. Could it be that he had stopped a fake young master?

It's not fun if people can't afford it.

Because I've disguised myself, my first attempt must succeed. Otherwise, if someone harbors resentment and leaks the information, I should prepare to flee for my life.

"Hey buddy, where did you get this?"

Chu Chen looked at him coldly after hearing this: "Young Master Zhu, you don't know the rules!"

Zhu Wenle smiled sheepishly after hearing this: "I'm sorry, I was too excited. I've never seen such fine salt in Seoul before. I'm afraid it can only be found in the capital."

Chu Chen was delighted to hear this. If you accept and praise it, then things will be much easier, and the price will probably exceed your expectations.

"So, is Young Master Zhu interested?"

Seeing that Chu Chen was somewhat anxious, Zhu Wenle immediately put down the salt and then spoke.

"Although your refined salt is of a better quality than official salt, it is still not official salt, so it's not easy to sell!"

After hearing this, Chu Chen picked up the jar, turned around, and left.

He didn't believe that this young master Zhu wouldn't be tempted; the quality of the refined salt he produced was definitely very attractive.

Seeing that Chu Chen was about to run away without a word, Zhu Wenle immediately said, "Brother, name your price."

Chu Chen remained silent, but paused for a moment.

"Young man, the official salt is currently two taels of silver per catty. How about I give you one tael and five mace per catty? How much do you have, young man?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Chen grinned and turned back.

“Young Master Zhu, we’re doing a life-or-death business, so if you really want it, it’ll be one tael and eight mace of silver per catty. Otherwise, I’ll have to run away or I’ll have to worry about you taking me to court.”

Zhu Wenle never expected that this country bumpkin could think of so much.

He immediately burst into laughter: "Brother, one tael and eighty cents it is, however much you have, I'll take it all."

"However, could you please tell me the name of the next person?"

"Heh, are you going to sue the authorities?"

"Young man, you misunderstand. I was thinking that if you need anything else in the future..."

"Seoul isn't that big, I'll be able to find you!"

Zhu Wenle was surprised by Chu Chen's caution, so he stopped asking questions.

You should know that the supply of refined salt in Seoul is currently limited, and many wealthy people are struggling to meet their needs. If he takes it back, he can sell it for as little as two taels of silver per catty, or even three or four taels.

"In that case, buddy, bring out all your goods. We'll exchange money for goods."

Zhu Wenle sized up Chu Chen and found that the kid was very good at disguising himself. As long as he gave him the money, the kid would probably disappear into the crowd and reappear as a completely different person.

Moreover, if he had a large quantity of such items in the future, he could also make money from them, so he immediately abandoned the idea of ​​discovering or reporting them.

After listening, Chu Chen turned and walked into the mountains. The next moment, he carried out a bag weighing about 100 pounds.

Zhu Wenle was also generous, and he had been keeping such good things in his own Zhu family, so he only opened the bag and glanced at the refined salt before instructing his servants to weigh it.

"Young man, 126 catties, that's 226 taels of silver in total."

"Two hundred and twenty-six taels and eight mace."

Chu Chen said irritably after hearing this, "Eight qian of silver is nothing to a rich young master like you, but it's a huge sum of money in Liexi Village."

That's a full eight hundred copper coins.

Zhu Wenle laughed after hearing this: "Haha, young man, you are also good at arithmetic. Today, my Zhu family has made a friend with you. Someone, bring the young man two hundred and thirty taels of silver."

A moment later, the servants took out a bag of silver from the carriage at the back and handed it to Chu Chen.

Chu Chen glanced at him briefly, then bowed to Zhu Wenle with feigned generosity, saying, "Thank you, Young Master Zhu. Farewell!"

"Young man, see you again someday. My Zhu family is easy to find."